Becoming the Perfect Saddle: Endurance Training for the Human Face
Madame Marissa, the renowned trainer of human saddles, is known for her meticulous methods and unwavering standards. Today, she plans to put another aspiring saddle through the wringer to test his endurance and obedience. The training begins with the human subject stripped down to his underwear, kneeling on the cold, hard floor of her chamber. His eyes dart nervously around the room as he anticipates what's to come.
The first step is to assess his ability to withstand the weight of a mistress on his face without any breaks. Madame Marissa straddles his head, grinding her full weight onto his face until he gasps for air. She chuckles darkly, "Saddles don't get breaks, boy. You'll learn that quickly," before dismounting and adding, "And don't you dare cheat by moving or breathing unless I tell you to."
Next, she instructs him to hold a pair of riding pants between two wooden blocks, splaying them open like a groveling dog showing its belly. The pants are made from a thick, hard material that will test his resolve even further. Madame Marissa straddles his head again, grinding her ass into the crotch area of the pants, mashing his face beneath the heavy fabric. She rides him like this for several long minutes, her thighs forming a vice around his head as he struggles not to breathe.
When she finally dismounts, she orders him to swap the pants for another pair, this one made from a smoother but equally firm material. The human winces as it makes contact with his already sensitive skin, but he obediently holds still while Madame Marissa sits on his face once more. This time, she varies her position, using different parts of the pants to stimulate and suffocate him.
Finally, she switches to a third pair of riding pants - the most unyielding yet. They're made from a thick, coarse fabric that feels like sandpaper rubbing against his already raw skin. She straddles his face, her ass pressing down on his nose and mouth, leaving little room for air. The human gasps and whimpers beneath her, but he doesn't move an inch.
Madame Marissa nods in approval, "Not bad. You've passed the initial test." However, she warns him that the real test will come when a mistress sits on him for extended periods. She stands over him, considering her next move. "Tomorrow, you'll be fitted for a gag."
She leaves the room, leaving the human saddle kneeling on the floor, panting heavily from the exertion. He knows there's more to come and wonders what other challenges await him in his journey to become the perfect saddle for his future mistress.
