BBW Lady Cathys extreme domination - Your face is her cushion (Real Player, High Definition, 1280x720px)

Mistress Cathy looked down at you, lying there helpless as she had bound your hands and feet, leaving you utterly at her mercy. She smirked as she contemplated the many ways she could play with her new toy. With a sinister glint in her eye, she revealed her plan: you would be her new cushion. Now, before you could even begin to imagine what that meant, she turned around and lowered her massive, fat string ass right on your face. You felt the cool fabric of her dress rub against your cheeks before the full weight of her glutes settled onto your face, pinning you down. Your eyes went wide as her ass covered your sight entirely. You wanted to scream but you couldn't. She had very firmly and stickily taped your mouth shut, ensuring that you couldn't make a sound. Panic began to set in as you struggled against the immovable object that was now your world. You were trapped beneath her immense weight, and she showed no signs of moving any time soon. As you lay there gasping for air, she playfully tickled your nose with a feather duster. You tried to gasp through your nostrils, but she had other ideas. She told you that this place would be permanent for you, and then she would decide when to feed or bath you. You wanted to cry at the thought of being at her mercy forever, but there wasn't even enough air for that. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, Mistress Cathy reached down and began to slowly squeeze your head between her meaty thighs. The pressure increased until it felt like your skull was going to shatter under the immense force. Yet somehow, amidst the terror and pain, you felt an unwelcome twinge of arousal. She squeezed harder still, her eyes drifting closed in pleasure. It seemed that she was getting off on your misery, taking pleasure in your pain. And in that moment, you realized that there was no escape from this nightmare. You were her cushion now, and you would be for as long as she desired. With a mocking laugh, she released the pressure on your head and stood up, leaving you gasping for air once more. As she walked away, she tossed you a small bone to chew on: "Remember this, toy," she said, her voice dripping with cruel glee. "This is just the beginning." And with that ominous warning ringing in your ears, you knew that your life had become one of extreme domination and humiliation at the hands of the mighty Mistress Cathy.