Madame Marissa - Trying out facesitting positions

Madame Marissa, the dominant mistress of the house, decided to try out different facesitting positions tonight. She dragged her bound slave into the living room on his collar, feeling the power of forcing him to comply with her every command. "You," she said, pointing him towards the edge of the couch, "put your head there." She was undoubtedly pleased with herself as she ordered him into a submissive facedown position. The slave's face pressed against the soft cushion, feeling her weight compressing his nose and mouth. Madame Marissa could feel herself growing more excited by the power she wielded over him. However, this was too easy for her slave; he had done this before in their play sessions. "No, slave," she shouted, causing him to flinch under her authority. "Not good enough. Get on the floor." Obligingly, the slave pushed himself off the couch and crawled to the ground, presenting his face at her feet. She smiled dangerously; this was more like it. Madame Marissa lowered herself onto his face, feeling his warm breath against her skin as she sat down hard on his mouth and nose. His moans became muffled under her, but she couldn't help but feel him struggling beneath her. It was time for another position. She pulled his head up towards her, forcing him onto the unyielding surface of a beanbag chair. The material pressed against his face from all sides, trapping him between its hard surface and her full weight. The slave felt petrified as he was completely smothered by his mistress. Finally, Madame Marissa positioned his head on the ground and climbed on top of him again, sitting on his chest with her full weight bearing down on his body. She looked down at him, reveling in the power she held over him. His face was red from being smothered, and he looked up at her with fear and passion in his eyes. He could do nothing but submit to her will. As the night wore on, Madame Marissa continued to try out different facesitting positions on her bound slave. Each time, he felt her full weight compressing him, reminding him who was in control. Despite the pain and discomfort he felt, he couldn't deny the thrill he got from submitting to her authority. He knew that only when she was satisfied would she release him from his bonds, and he was willing to endure anything for that moment of release.