Madame Marissa, a beautiful and dominant woman, stood before her young male slave, eager to continue his saddle training. She had instructed him to hold his breath for 30 seconds during their last session, and he had failed miserably. Today, she was determined to push him further.
The slave knelt before her, his eyes downcast, unsure of what to expect. Madame Marissa approached him slowly, her body exuding confidence and power. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes, unable to resist the soothing sensation.
"Today, my dear slave," she purred, her breath warm against his neck, "I will test your endurance once again. You must hold your breath for as long as you can while I ride you." She moved away, leaving him with a sudden rush of cold air.
She returned a moment later, straddling a sturdy wooden horse with a lifelike saddle. The saddle had a distinct bulge in the center, designed to seat a woman comfortably while atop her slave. Madame Marissa grabbed the reins and mounted the horse, positioning herself directly over the bulge.
"Are you ready, slave?" she asked, her voice low and threatening. She didn't give him time to respond before sinking down onto the saddle, grinding her hips into his face. The leather of her riding pants pressed against his cheeks, flattening them under her weight.
He gasped for air, the pain shooting through his face. But he knew he couldn't give in. This was his test. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, determined to hold his breath as long as possible.
Minutes passed, and Madame Marissa began to move her hips, rocking him gently. The slave closed his eyes, trying to block out the sensations. The pain in his face was intense, but he refused to give in.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Madame Marissa released a satisfied sigh and lifted herself off him. He sucked in great gulps of air, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath.
"Impressive," she said, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "You've improved significantly since last time. But remember, a good saddle must be able to serve for hours, with only a few breaths every few minutes. There is still much work to be done."
