Posts Tagged “breath play”
Sometimes making decisions is so.. Taxing. Ugh, this is just a pain but I can’t have all this bickering. I’ll just have to do something about this. You know what? Instead of choosing which one of my slaves is going to be my favorite, number one slave.. I think I’m just going to smother both of my slaves until one of them dies! That will clear things up and save me the annoyance of picking a number three slave! That is certainly going to kill the friendship here, huh boys? Oh well! Sucks for you two! Or at least one of you, something. Sucks for air that is!
On the plus side, at least I’m being merciful! Being smothered to death by the beautiful ass of your glorious Mistress is a great way to die, so I better not hear you complaining. Or else the winner is going to bury the loser in the backyard. Oh who am I kidding? The winner is going to do that anyway! Do I look like a manual labor kind of girl? I think not! Now get your face in there and let’s see how long you can hold your breath!
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!