Madame Marissa - Endurance training for the human saddle

Madame Marissa - Endurance training for the human saddle

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As Madame Marissa, I am always looking for ways to train my human saddles to be as obedient and enduring as possible. Today, I have decided to focus on their breath-holding capabilities while they serve as my personal sitting cushion. The human in question has been told to lay flat on his back, wearing nothing but a pair of tight, form-fitting underwear. My first step is to straddle the helpless man, positioning myself directly above his face. He stares up at me, terrified of what's coming next. I lean forward slightly, pinning his shoulders to the ground with my weight, and position the thick, rounded head of my cock directly against his waiting mouth. "Suck," I command, watching as his lips part slightly in anticipation. With a forceful grunt, I push my hips forward, driving my shaft deep into his mouth and pinning his head beneath me. My riding pants are made of a sturdy, unforgiving fabric that flattens his face even further, making him feel every inch of my weight. As I begin to thrust my hips back and forth, I lean down and whisper in his ear, "This is just the beginning, my little saddle." I continue to fuck his face mercilessly, occasionally pulling out my shaft to taunt him with the promise of air before shoving it back in. The sound of his muffled moans serve as a perverse soundtrack to my pleasure. As I pick up speed, I begin to wonder how long this pathetic human can last under me. Deciding that he needs a bit of a challenge, I stand up and pull off my riding pants. I throw them to the side, revealing a second pair tucked into the waistband of my pants. "Don't worry," I smirk down at him, "I won't forget about you." With that, I sit back down on his face, this time wearing the second pair of riding pants. They're almost as unforgiving as the first, but I know it'll be worth it to watch him struggle to breathe beneath me. I start thrusting my hips once more, feeling the thick fabric rubbing against his face with every motion. Initially, he manages to keep up, his lips moving in sync with the rhythm I've set. As the minutes pass, however, his strength begins to fade. The more he tries to suck in air, the less successful he becomes. I can see the desperation in his eyes as he realizes that he's losing his battle against me. Finally, I decide it's time for a change. I stand up and remove the second pair of riding pants, revealing a third set tucked beneath. "Now," I purr, straddling him once more. "Let's see if you've learned anything from all this." With that, I lower myself onto his face, feeling the weight of the fabric pressing down on him. It's like a living nightmare for him, but it's exactly what I need to ensure that he'll be a good saddle whenever I decide to ride him. I continue to thrust my hips back and forth, feeling him struggle beneath me. As the endurance training draws to a close, I can see the exhaustion etched on his face. He's been pushed to his limits, but I know that it's all been worth it. He may never be able to breathe freely again, but at least he'll be able to serve his purpose as a loyal saddle for years to come. With a final thrust, I pull my hips away from his face, leaving him gasping for air. "Good boy," I murmur, reaching down to stroke his hair affectionately. "You've been such a good saddle today."

Category: Facesitting
Length: 16min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 1357MB