The sound of the door clicking shut echoed through the cavernous space as Mistress Anfisa and Lady Nora walked in, their heels clicking against the hard floor. They were dressed for business, Anfisa in a tight denim skirt and button-down shirt, her cleavage spilling out of the top, and Nora in a similar fashion, her hair pulled back into a sleek bun. Their eyes scanned the room, lingering on the bound figure on the floor before meeting each other in a shared smirk.
Without saying a word, they made their way over to the figure, who couldn't help but squirm at the thought of what was to come. They stopped just out of reach, their bodies blocking any escape route the person might have tried. "Mistress Anfisa and myself have left you tied up here for a while," Anfisa purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "but your time has come and you now have our full attention."
With that, they each slowly lowered themselves onto the bound person's chest, taking their weight and pressing down. The air around them grew thick with expectation as they sat there, asses pointed towards the ceiling, grinding against the flesh beneath them. "For far too long," Anfisa continued, her breath hot against the person's ear, "you have been allowed to decide for yourself how you breathe. That time is now OVER!"
As she spoke, Nora leaned in closer, making sure she was well in reach of their lips. She watched as the person's eyes flicked between them, taking in every inch of their bodies and the power they exuded. "We're going to take away your breath for a moment," she whispered softly, the anticipation clear in her eyes.
With that, they pulled off their shirts, revealing perky breasts that seemed to pounce on the bound person's face. One after the other, they leaned forward, pushing their tits against the person's nose, holding it tight with their hands. With a swift motion, Nora grabbed the person's hair, pulling back their head as she slid her pussy down onto their face. "Now you'll know what it's like to be at the mercy of another," she whispered, her voice hushed but filled with lust.
Anfisa followed suit, lowering herself onto the person's face, pushing their exposed breasts into their face. Their mouths moved in time with their heavy breathing, the warm air washing over the person's skin as they were left panting beneath them. "This," Anfisa breathed out, her chest heaving, "is how we'll regulate your oxygen supply from now on."
They held the position for what felt like an eternity, grinding their hips against the person's face as they savored the power they held over them. Finally, they pulled away, leaving the person gasping for air. As they stood up, dusting off their hands, Anfisa winked at the person. "Well," she purred, "we'll take care of your breathlessness from now on."
