As Madame Marissa, I am incredibly pleased with myself. My slave girl is now locked securely in the facesitting box, and she's absolutely helpless. I cannot wait to see the look of submission on her face as she suffers for my amusement.
First, I had to make sure she was completely at my mercy. So, I bound her hands tightly behind her back, making sure they couldn't move. She squirmed and grunted, trying to break free, but it was no use. She was entirely at my disposal now.
I approached her with a wicked grin, my heart racing with anticipation. Slowly lowering myself onto the box, I positioned my ass directly over her face. My tight black jeans were just the right amount of soft yet firm, making them perfect for this occasion. I could already feel her breath hot on my skin as she tried desperately to get air.
With a cruel laugh, I pressed down heavily onto her nose, crushing it under the weight of my jeans. She let out a muffled gasp of pain as her eyes bulged open wide in fear. I didn't care that she couldn't breathe; her discomfort was music to my ears.
For what seemed like an eternity, I sat there, enjoying every moment of her torture. The more I sat on her face, the more she struggled and moaned under me, begging for mercy. I could see her weak body shaking with each breath she managed to take in between my sits.
Finally, I decided it was time to let her breathe again. I slowly lifted myself off her face, reveling in the desperation in her eyes when she took in that first gulp of air. But this was just a small taste of what was to come; I had many more rounds of facesitting planned for her, and she had no idea how much worse things could get.
As I walked away, leaving her gasping for air and trembling with fear, I knew that she was mine completely. The look of utter submission on her face made my heart race with excitement. I couldn't wait to make her suffer even more, just to see how far I could take her before she broke.
And so, my cruel games continue, as my helpless slave girl waits, bound and terrified, for her next ordeal.
