Madame Marissa - Hard training for the human saddle (small version)

Madame Marissa - Hard training for the human saddle (small version)

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As Madame Marissa entered the room, she could feel your anticipation mounting. You knew that today was going to be a challenging day in your training as a living saddle. Madame Marissa was a dominatrix with a reputation for pushing her submissives to their limits. She was known for her unyielding discipline and her ability to break even the strongest wills. You watched as she approached, her body moving with an almost predatory grace. She was dressed in her signature riding gear, complete with tall black boots that came up to her thighs. As she reached you, she stopped and looked down, her cold blue eyes raking over your body. "It's time for your training, saddle," she purred, her voice low and threatening. "You want to be a good saddle for me, don't you?" She leaned down and ran her gloved hand over your chest, tracing the contours of your body. "And in case I need to still convince you, I brought along my riding crop - and trust me, you don't want to get to feel that." Madame Marissa took a step back and slipped off her tall boots, revealing her shapely legs clad in shiny black tights. She then sat down on a stool, her legs spread wide. "Come here, saddle," she commanded, patting her thigh. Slowly, hesitantly, you approached her, your heart racing with anticipation and fear. As you reached her, she placed one hand on your shoulder, forcing you down onto your knees in front of her. "Good boy," she purred, her free hand running through your hair. "Now, lean forward and place your hands on my thighs." You did as you were told, feeling the warmth of her skin against your palms. As you leaned in closer, you felt the cool leather of her riding pants brush against your cheek. "Oh, yes," she murmured, closing her eyes in pleasure. "You'll make a perfect living saddle for me." Without warning, she pressed her weight down onto you, forcing your face into the soft fabric of her pants. You felt her hardened nipples pressing against your forehead as she began to grind against you. "Mmm," she moaned, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. "So responsive." The pressure against your face increased, and you struggled to breathe. But you knew that this was part of your training - to endure Madame Marissa's weight and the sensation of being smothered. As the minutes passed, Madame Marissa increased the duration and intensity of your training. She began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against you harder and faster. Your face turned dark red, and you could feel the blood rushing to your head. But still, you remained calm and quite, enduring each moment of her punishing weight. Finally, she pulled away, gasping for air. You felt a moment of relief before she pressed her riding crop against your chest. "Now," she whispered menacingly, "let's see how well you can handle this." The pain was immediate and intense as she struck your chest with the riding crop. Tears sprung to your eyes, but you refused to make a sound. You knew that this was the ultimate test - to endure Madame Marissa's punishment while maintaining your silence. As the hours passed, you were pushed to your limits. Your body ached from being held in the same position for so long, and your mind was stretched to its breaking point. But through it all, you remained calm and quite, enduring each blow of the riding crop and each moment of suffocation. By the end of the day, you could barely stand. But you knew that your training was not yet complete. Madame Marissa had only just begun to break you, to shape you into the perfect living saddle for her. And you vowed to endure every moment of it, until you were finally hers, completely.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4993 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 407MB