You were feeling restless and slightly adventurous tonight, knowing full well what kind of games Madame Marissa might have planned for you. As soon as she appeared in your doorway, you swallowed nervously, your eyes drawn inexorably to her sexy ass, which filled out her black pantyhose in an impossibly alluring way.
Marissa strutted into the room, her four-inch heels clacking against the hardwood floor, making your heart beat faster. She smiled coldly, taking her time as she sauntered over to you. "Do you feel lucky today, seat pad?" she purred, running her finger slowly along your cheek.
Before you could respond, she lifted her arm, revealing a giant, old-fashioned wheel of fortune. "I want to play the wheel-of-fortune facesitting game again," she announced authoritatively, her voice echoing around the room. "And it will decide how long you'll be smothered under my ass each time." She let out a throaty chuckle. "Everything is possible from just 30 seconds to 2 full minutes..." She trailed off, watching your face closely for any signs of fear or discomfort.
You forced yourself to meet her gaze, trying to hide your growing panic. "Well... I guess we'll see," you managed to croak out. Inside, your heart was racing. You wanted her, but the thought of being helpless under her ass was terrifying.
Marissa shook her head dismissively, a mocking smirk playing on her lips. "Do you think you'll be able to endure that, slave?" she asked, moving closer to you.
Your mouth went dry as you realized how close she was. You could feel the heat emanating from her body, and the intoxicating scent of her perfume was making it hard to think straight. "I... I don't know," you managed to stammer.
She leaned down, her breath warm against your skin. "Well, you won't have much choice, will you?" she hissed before standing up straight again. "Now, stand up and turn around."
Your eyes widened in fear as she directed you to bend over a large wooden chair. "Please, Madam Marissa...," you begged softly.
But there was no mercy in her eyes as she sighed impatiently. "I said, stand up and turn around, seat pad," she spat out, emphasizing each word with a sharp slap to your ass. Tears welled up in your eyes but you did as she'd asked, terrified of what was coming next.
Marissa stepped behind you, her hands deftly lifting up your shirt, exposing your bare ass to the cool air. She ran her hands over your cheeks, rubbing them firmly but not harshly. Then, without warning, she pressed her body against yours, her hard, round tits crushed against your back.
"Now, let's see how lucky we are, shall we?" she purred, sliding her hands up your back to grasp the wheel. Your breath caught as she spun it once, twice, before pulling it to a halt. "30 seconds," she breathed out, her hot breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. "Not too bad, I suppose."
And then she was lowering herself onto your face, grinding her hips into yours as she sat down on your throat. You gasped for air, feeling as though your world was closing in around you. After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds, she finally pulled herself off you, leaving your mouth dry and your body trembling with anticipation.
"Not bad, not bad at all," she purred, patting you on the head. But then her eyes lit up with cruel delight. "But remember, it's still up to me to decide how long I let you breathe before spinning the wheel again and sitting on your face again... And if I'm not satisfied with your performance, I'll only give you very little time to recover!"
She spun the wheel once more, this time pulling it to a halt after only a few seconds. Your heart sank as you realized what that would mean—another long, torturous minute or two under her ass. Your chest tightened in anticipation and your mind went blank as the first seconds went by. All you could focus on was her ass, feeling it press down on your face with crushing force...
