Madame Marissa Contemplates Fate in Her First Smother Game with the New Wheel of Fortune
As Madame Marissa gazes upon her newest acquisition, a large, imposing wheel of fortune, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. This toy is unlike any other she has ever possessed; it holds within it the power to decide the fate of her slave during their next facesitting session. The wheel is adorned with various timescales, from 15 seconds to an entire minute and a half, each denoting a period of either suffocation or reprieve from beneath her perfect posterior.
Today marks the first time that Madame Marissa will test out this unique tool in her arsenal. The thought of letting chance dictate how long her slave must endure under her ass excites her deeply. She pictures him struggling desperately for air, his face deep in the crevices of her cheeks, only to be granted brief moments of relief before the wheel spins once more and plunges him back into darkness.
It isn't just the element of uncertainty that appeals to Madame Marissa - there is also the field labeled "ass kissing" which allows her slave the opportunity to earn back some small measure of her affection. The thought of him kneeling before her, lips pressed against the soft flesh between her cheeks, sends shivers down her spine. However, she knows that this opportunity is just as fleeting as the reprieves from smothering; it must be earned through loyalty and dedication.
As she prepares for this first game, Madame Marissa can't help but wonder what fate has in store for her slave. Will luck shine upon him and grant him a series of short smothering periods? Or will she spin the wheel herself, relishing in his suffering as she watches him struggle under her perfect behind? Only time will tell.
The tension builds within the chamber as Madame Marissa spins the wheel, her heart pounding in anticipation. The slave cries out, pleading for mercy, but she merely smirks, knowing that his fate lies in the hands of chance itself. As the wheel comes to a stop, she reveals the time allotted for his torment. It's a long period - 90 seconds! - but she assures him that there's still a chance for redemption if he can earn it.
With that, Madame Marissa lowers herself onto the slave's face, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. She begins to count down from three, daring him to try and escape but knowing that it's futile. On her mark, she descends, pressing her weight down onto his chest and trapping him beneath her perfect posterior.
The minutes tick by as Madame Marissa maintains her position, feeling the rhythmic heaves of her slave's chest. She allows herself a fleeting moment of satisfaction, knowing that she holds all the power here. But she also knows that this is only the beginning; there will be more wheels, more games, and more opportunities for her slave to earn back her affection.
For now, she savors the moment, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin and the hardness of his cock beneath her. It's a reminder of the power she holds over him, and it fills her with an almost primal satisfaction. As the clock runs out and she slowly relents, Madame Marissa can already feel her slave's desperation. But there's one thing he doesn't know: she enjoys this power too much to give it up easily.
