Madame Marissa's Facesitting Game: Bad luck only for the living seat pad
Lady Nora and I were eager to continue our game of facesitting on the wheel-of-fortune. Little did we know, the "luck" that would decide how long the loser would endure our divine asses was against them from the start. As soon as the game began, the slave's erection sprung up, indicating his arousal despite his predicament.
We spun the wheel, giggling as it landed on various times; sometimes long, sometimes short. Each time the loser was released from under our asses, he gasped for air and tried to catch his breath. But the punishment never seemed to end - his cock continued to harden with each passing moment.
Despite his obvious discomfort, there was something undeniably arousing about the situation. The slave's helplessness and the power we held over him were intoxicating. We took turns riding his face, feeling his hot breath against our wet panties.
As the game went on, we became more playful, teasing the loser by gyrating our hips and grinding against his face. He groaned in submission, his tongue flicking out to taste our sweet nectar. It was clear that this was no longer just a game to us - it had become a sensual experience.
In the end, the slave's endurance was put to the test. After several rounds of the wheel-of-fortune, we decided to double down on our efforts. With both of us straddling his helpless form, we rode him hard, our asses smothering his face as he struggled to breathe.
It seemed like hours passed before we finally relented, our laughter echoing through the room. The loser lay there, panting heavily, his cock still rock-hard despite his exhaustion. We couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having brought him to his knees - both literally and figuratively.
As we cleaned up from our little game, we couldn't help but wonder when our next session would be. There was something addictive about having such complete control over another person, and we knew we couldn't resist it for long. After all, being on top meant being in charge - and that was a power we were all too happy to wield.
