Each breath you take belongs to me, slave and I’m going to show that to you. I hope you’re ready for your next challenge, it’s going to be brutal but pleasurable. For me anyways. Are you ready to be my chair? I love watching you squirm with delight and twitch with anticipation when I present you with new challenges. This time, I’m going to make you my face seat, you’re going to by my chair, Slave!
I’m going to make this very clear and I’m going to say this once and only once. No breathing without permission. Is that clear, Slave? No breathing and if you fuck up, you’re going to pay for it dearly! Now be a good chair for me and worship your Mistress like you were born to do.
Each breath of yours belongs to me, don’t you ever forget it. I won’t allow you to forget this lesson, don’t worry. I’m going to make you earn each breath from now on by worshipping me before you get to breathe. Good slave… Make your Mistress feel good.
So… Think you can handle an ass like this? I dare you.
Click, click, click. The sound of the high heels on a cold tile floor, representing your impending doom. You’d better not tremble, as that will just make it worse for you in the end. Click, click, click. Closer and closer. You get a whiff of freshly polished leather. Your Mistress’ new thigh-high Blahnik boots look stunning, like poured liquid over her creamy flesh. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” she asks with a bemused laugh as you groan on the floor, waiting… squirming… panting… The collection of fabulous Louboutin pumps adorning the fireplace behind you set the mood for what is about to take place.
“Click. Click. Click.” states your Mistress, mimicking her boots as she paces around you like a cat stalking her prey. “So sharp,” you murmur with delight and anticipation. “They are,” she replies with a purr. Click, click, click. “Lucky for you, the floor is getting boring to tread upon.” You groan and shudder with delight at the idea of where this is going. “Mistress, you are so beautiful, ” you murmur. Your Mistress slinks past you again and with a smirk of delight and sadistic glee replies “And don’t you ever forget it.”
After a very pointed pause and a devious smirk, she steps towards you with ferocious intent. This can only mean one thing, she is about to crush you into the floor beneath her. Can you endure her weight?
You failed got a shitty review from me and I dismissed you, told you to pack up and get the hell out yet from some reason you got to stay. Why do you think that might be? Your work hasn’t improved, you’re still a failure and you still don’t impress me. Something else is going on here and now the Boss Bitch has invited you into her private office after hours. It seems to good to be true and you know you’re in trouble for staring at her, she’s called you out before. Oh god, that outfit she’s wearing isn’t work appropriate, something is up for sure and that wicked smile says she is plotting. There have been rumors that she likes to play humiliation “games”.
Smooth curves that dominate your thoughts and jiggle in all the right places, coupled with a dangerous mind to abuse such a power will bring you to your knees. You fear and worship such a woman simultaneously. Well, my pet aren’t you in luck? I’m in need on a throne and your face looks like a great one. So hold still while I rule my empire from your face.
I’ve got a big ring on my finger, your credit cards and your balls in my purse. Funny, all those women online call themselves findoms but they’ve got nothing on wifey. You work your ass off to cover my demands, I spend your money as I please and you can’t say shit about it lest I cut off the glimmer of hope you have to even smell my pussy. You know I’m laughing at you behind your back every time I say “I have a headache”. We both know I love sex, just not with you. It’s way more fun to manipulate you into begging me for it and then cuckolding you without your knowledge. That’s right, I’m fucking him. There isn’t shit you can do about it either. So suck it up, hubby. Beg me, grovel and buy me a new pair of shoes.
My lovely domme friend, Mistress Jasmine and I are in the mood to amuse ourselves. Look what we have here! A delectable, supple slave that we can sit on, smother, humiliate, bind and slap! Awww, what a poor helpless slut! Luckily, you fit the bill! Your cock and balls are in for a treat. And a lot of pain, too, but that’s what sluts like, isn’t it? Sit still and stop whining while we abuse you for our amusement! If you make too much noise, we’ll just stifle your groans!
Oh? What’s that? You want Mistress Jasmine’s Pussy? Hahahahaha!!!! Nice try! Slave! You don’t deserve that! Oh! Look at you getting hard while we smack your cock and balls! Pathetic! Maybe if you hold out long enough you’ll get a reward.. Maybe. 😉
I’m just in the mood to relax and hearing a slave gasp for air under me fills me with such joy. It doesn’t trouble me when I hear him pant or groan, in fact I don’t really care. Sometimes I enjoy it, especially if my slave puts up a good fight and gasps into my pussy in a way that pleases me. My number one slaves wants to stay at the top so he’s going to fight to stay number by fighting for number one. There is no greater honor than to die by my ass, after all. Isn’t that right? Good boy. Don’t bother talking. It’s too difficult for me to understand you with your mouth full of my ass and I don’t care what you have to say anyway.
So I’m going to make you appreciate every breath of air I give you by making each one scarce. You hear that, slave? Good. Now bury your face in my ass and inhale my ass and pussy. You better hope I let you live through this!
Silky, smooth, perfect, slick, soft to the touch. Luxe, buttery, seamless. The texture of nice stockings are hypnotic to the touch, up and down, slow circles.. Good boy. Trace your fingers up and down my legs, toe to top and back again. You feel yourself getting sleepy. It feels good to do this, doesn’t it? It’s relaxing. So sleepy… Up and down.. You feel your eyelids closing… Suddenly, you feel yourself drifting into a nice relaxing state of calm. It feels so good to stroke my stockings, doesn’t it? Good boy.. “How does that feel boy…must feel so good, right? You are in complete euphoria right now, all because of these beautiful, silky stockings. Now it’s time to go deeper in the trance. With you on your knees and eyelids completely shut, I want you to slowly raise your nostrils up. Good boy…your nose up breathing in the smell of My dungeon space. Don’t worry boy, it will eventually become a much more satisfying aroma for you. “ Oh, you are in heaven now boy. Inhale now, suck in the scent of My stockings. Breathe it up like it’s your last breath. You need it…you need it like nothing else in the world. This scent drives you. Not some expensive fragrance, not My pussy or ass, but the scent of My stockings is what you crave.”
“When I count down from 10, it won’t register immediately but eventually you will discover what really drives you. Me, my scent and my perfect feet in my beautiful stockings. Worse yet, you need them and your life is incomplete without them.
You won’t have any remembrance of this session or what I have done to you. When I count down from 10, you will stand up and walk out the door like nothing has happened. For days, you will wander and feel incomplete. After only a few weeks, you will like you are suffering. Again, you will not know why or have any explanation. You will just know you are not satisfied. Then out of the bloom, you will receive an email…from ME w/the subject heading “ONLY FOR YOU”. You won’t know why exactly but it excites you. You click to read it and see it only says 2 words plus a link. The words say “MISTRESS RUBY’S STOCKINGS FOR SALE” and you click the link. The link, will be an ebanned auction site. You find the same silky stockings that were just press against your nose a few minutes ago. It comes with a special message attached saying ‘unwashed since your last session.’
Suddenly, this ad clicks with you. You don’t even look at the ridiculous price or ludicrous shipping amount it will cost to obtain the stockings. You immediately buy them without any reason. You just know you need them and desperately hope they will end your suffering. You know deep down that you will need more and more of them but it doesn’t matter as long as they keep filling the void for a little longer.
Focus on my lovely soles, imagine how it would feel to have them on your face. Image my toes in your mouth, it would be divine wouldn’t it? You’d love to be under my feet wouldn’t you? Oh yes you would. You can’t deny it. Watch my feet, watch me stretch and wrinkle them. You’ll find it become harder and harder to look away the longer you look. The longer you look, the less you will want to stop. Watch me stretch… You feel your eye lids getting heavy… Soon enough, my pet you will be under my spell. Oh so lovely it is, isn’t it?
You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you? You want to be molded into the perfect submissive who will do whatever his Mistress says without question or over thinking, right? Good boy. If you’re reading this, you’re already on your way. Your first step is admitting that you’re weak, you’re ruled by your cock and I’m going to help you by taking control of it for you. I’m going to do that by dominating your every thought. That may sound silly at first but when you take into consideration that men think about sex constantly and you’ve been staring at my ass this whole time, you’ll find you’re already halfway there.
