Madame Marissa - Breaking in the human saddle (small version)

Madame Marissa - Breaking in the human saddle (small version)

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Madame Marissa, the renowned dominatrix, had her eyes set on a new project. She laid out a human-sized box and sat on top of it with her signature riding pants, which had been reinforced with layers of leather. The slave, bound and gagged, was placed precariously atop the box, his legs dangling over the side. Madame Marissa gazed down at her soon-to-be saddle with a wicked grin. "You're going to make a perfect addition to my stable," she purred. With that, she leaned down and placed her full weight on the unsuspecting slave's face. The air was immediately forced from his lungs as he felt his nose cave under the pressure of her riding pants. Madame Marissa sat back on her haunches, admiring her handiwork. "You see," she explained, "I have several outfits that would look simply divine atop a human saddle. And what better way to show them off than by having a willing face beneath me?" She chuckled darkly. "After all, it's not every day that one gets to be sat upon by a true mistress of the saddle." As she began to shift her weight around on the box, the slave found himself struggling to adjust to the new sensations. It was one thing to be smothered by a pair of riding pants, but quite another to have your entire body jostled about by a woman in the throes of domination. Madame Marissa took note of his discomfort and grinned wickedly. "It looks like my new saddle might need some breaking in," she mused, reaching for her trusty riding crop. With practiced precision, she brought the leather tip down against the slave's flank, eliciting a yelp of pain. "Now, now," she scolded, "we don't want to damage the saddle, do we?" As the punishment continued, Madame Marissa found herself growing more and more aroused by the sensation of dominating her new human saddle. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into the slave's bound wrists, and whispered seductively into his ear. "You're going to be so good for me, aren't you?" she purred. "You're going to take all that I have to give, and you're going to thank me for it." With each passing moment, the slave felt himself sinking deeper into the role of Madame Marissa's human saddle. His body ached from the physical exertion, his mind reeled from the psychological torment. But there was something undeniably thrilling about being chosen, about being transformed into something so fundamentally different from what he had been before. As Madame Marissa finally dismounted her new saddle, leaving him gasping for air and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the slave knew one thing for certain. He was hers, body and soul. And he would do anything to stay in her good graces - even if it meant being her human saddle for all eternity.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 10min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4991 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 387MB