Lady Scarlet, dressed in a tight, leopard-print jumpsuit, was in the midst of selecting an appropriate male slave to perform her task. She eyed him up and down, taking in his size and overall appearance. He was a bit on the scrawny side, but she figured he would suffice for what she had planned.
After giving him his instructions, she stood behind him and tied his arms tightly behind his back. His muscles bulged as he struggled against the tight ropes binding him. "Hold still," she warned, her ice-cold demeanor chilling him to the bone.
Once he was properly restrained, Lady Scarlet turned him around and positioned him on the floor face down. She straddled his lower half, her thighs squeezing together firmly around his bound wrists. She gripped the fabric of her jumpsuit, pulling it up over her ass, revealing her tight, pink cheeks.
With a smirk, she positioned herself directly above the slave's bound face, sinking down slowly, feeling his warm breath against her skin. She lowered herself further, until her pussy was hovering just above his mouth. With a deep breath in, she lowered her body further, grinding her pelvis into his face.
Her juices dripped onto his lips, and he let out a muffled moan as she finally made contact. With each hard grind, his face was met with a different angle and pressure point of her pussy, leaving him helpless and begging for more.
Lady Scarlet leaned forward, pressing her body weight into him, pinning him down. She rocked her hips back and forth, riding him roughly, her grunts of pleasure echoing in the dark room. His eyes watered as he struggled to breathe, her ass muscles squeezing his nose and mouth shut.
As she approached her climax, she pulled her pussy back slightly, allowing him a brief gasp of air. She slammed back down again, pinning his face once more. "You like that?" she hissed, the words hot against his ear. "You're gonna take it all, baby."
With a final hard grind, Lady Scarlet threw her head back and let out a primal scream, her body shaking as she came hard against the slave's face. She remained still for several moments, her weight pressing down on him, before she finally released him, rolling off to the side.
The slave lay there, gasping for air, his face burning from the sensation of her sweat-slicked skin against it. He could still taste her juices on his lips, the mixture of pleasure and pain pulsing through his body. As Lady Scarlet stood up and brushed off her jumpsuit, she turned to walk away, leaving him to catch his breath and wonder when his next ordeal would begin.
