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Madame Marissa - Training the slaves breath by facesitting

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Madame Marissa - Training the slaves breath by facesitting
Madame Marissa - Training the slaves breath by facesitting
Madame Marissa - Training the slaves breath by facesitting

Madame Marissa - Training the slaves breath by facesitting

Madame Marissa, the dominatrix extraordinaire, devised a cruel but effective training exercise for her slaves. She called it "Training the slaves breath by facesitting." The idea was simple, yet effective: she would sit on the slave's face and smother him under her ample ass, and time how long he could last without breathing. With a wicked grin, Madame Marissa put on her tightest, hardest jeans for the test. She knew that once she sat down on him, her ass would flatten his nose and completely block his airway. It was a test of both his endurance and his submission to her will. As she straddled the helpless slave, she felt his body tremble under her weight. She could hear him whimpering and begging for air, but she remained unmoved. This was his punishment, and he would endure it as long as she wanted him to. Slowly, Madame Marissa lowered herself onto his face, feeling his hot breath against her skin. With a satisfaction, she felt his nose crush under the pressure of her buttocks. She sat down fully, trapping his head beneath her massive ass and cutting off his air supply. "How long can you last, slave?" she whispered into his ear, her hot breath causing him to shiver. The slave didn't respond, but Madame Marissa could feel his body tense as he struggled to hold his breath. She watched with dark amusement as his face turned red, and his hands clawed at the ground in futility. The seconds ticked by, and Madame Marissa began to increase the pressure on his face, holding him there longer and longer. She wanted to see just how far she could push him, how much he was willing to endure for her. As the minutes passed, the slave's struggles became weaker, and his body began to go limp. Madame Marissa could feel him losing consciousness, and she drew back slightly, letting some air flow back into his lungs. "That's enough for now," she said, her voice cool and detached. "But remember, slave. I will always be watching, and I will always be pushing you to your limits." With that, Madame Marissa stood up, leaving the spent slave gasping for air. She knew that he would recover, and that he would be back for more. Because, in the end, it was not about how long he could hold his breath. It was about how much he was willing to endure for his mistress.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 12min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 163 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 1030MB

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