Madame Marissa - Slaves face becomes my new office chair

Madame Marissa - Slaves face becomes my new office chair

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Madame Marissa, a stunningly gorgeous businesswoman, gazed down upon her newest acquisition with a cold, calculating stare. This pathetic loser would serve as nothing more than her office chair for the time being. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him struggling beneath her weight. His face was flushed and contorted in obvious discomfort, but he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a stack of papers flying off her desk and onto the floor. "I've got some work to do," she muttered under her breath, "and this slave is going to help me." Her perfectly manicured hand reached down and grasped his head firmly, pulling it closer towards her ample rear end. With a determined gleam in her eye, she positioned herself squarely above his face and lowered her glorious behind onto his waiting maw. The air whooshed out of his lungs as he felt the full weight of her body come crashing down upon him. It was like being smothered by a thick, velvety cloud. He tried desperately to breathe, but she had him pinned so tightly that it was all he could do to suckle at the air around her. Every now and then, she'd give him a brief respite, only to slam back down onto his face with merciless force. Her business dealings might be cutthroat, but she was efficient when it came to multitasking. Her eyes never left her computer screen as she worked away, oblivious to the pathetic moans emanating from beneath her. Sometimes she'd lift one of her feet off the ground and place it squarely on his chest, practically lifting him off the ground with her immense weight. It was a potent reminder that he was nothing more than her living seat cushion. As the hours wore on, the slave began to lose consciousness. The air he sucked in through the tiny gap between her cheeks and his face wasn't enough to sustain him. But even then, Madame Marissa showed no mercy. She simply increased the pressure, determined to squeeze every last ounce of productivity from him before allowing him to rest. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stood up and stretched her aching back. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body, but she was satisfied with the amount of work she'd accomplished while using him as her chair. "You're dismissed," she said, her tone cold as ice. The slave struggled to his feet, barely managing to stand under his own power. He stumbled away from her, his body aching from the prolonged ordeal. As he left her office, he could only wonder what other degrading tasks she had in store for him.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 933MB