I’m just in the mood to relax and hearing a slave gasp for air under me fills me with such joy. It doesn’t trouble me when I hear him pant or groan, in fact I don’t really care. Sometimes I enjoy it, especially if my slave puts up a good fight and gasps into my pussy in a way that pleases me. My number one slaves wants to stay at the top so he’s going to fight to stay number by fighting for number one. There is no greater honor than to die by my ass, after all. Isn’t that right? Good boy. Don’t bother talking. It’s too difficult for me to understand you with your mouth full of my ass and I don’t care what you have to say anyway.
So I’m going to make you appreciate every breath of air I give you by making each one scarce. You hear that, slave? Good. Now bury your face in my ass and inhale my ass and pussy. You better hope I let you live through this!
Your quintessential blonde findom, Seattle Mistress and all around perfect curvy Goddess. Bow down and obey your new online domme, little boy and pay tribute to Mommy. You’ll pay victim to hypnotic charms and be intoxicated in no time at all.