I decide when you breathe

Description: You are trapped. smothered beneath me. my perfect ass covering your face, stealing your breath, owning your world. this is not pleasure. this is control. i decide how long you suffer, how long you beg, how long you gasp beneath me. every second without air makes you weaker, dizzier, more obsessed with the power i hold. i am not sitting on you for fun. i am sitting on you because you are a seat. a toy. a desperate little object to use. your purpose is to be buried beneath me, aching, trembling, and helpless. and when i finally rise, you are left ruined, desperate for another second under me.