20 Year-Old Queen Irene has just begun training Her piggy sl*ve, first by smelling and sucking the sweat out of Her dirty, stinky feet and now She wants to break him; dominate him with Her yoga pants-covered p*ssy and *ss. She just got done with a nice long yoga workout, and now She wants to just cool down and relax, but needs to make sure that it's at the sl*ve's expense.

She wants to show him that Her wants, needs and pleasure come before anything else in his pathetic existence, particularly things like Her piggies breathing! So She's going to use him as a chair to cool down, stretch and relax a l*ttle before Her shower. She has the sl*ve in wrist and thigh cuffs attached to a waist cincher, hobbling the sl*ve and restricting his movements. She has even put him in a pig mask but has taken the nose piece off to better sm*ther the sl*ve. She's wearing neon green yoga pants and a white crop-top that barely contains Her DD breasts. She climbs over the sl*ve and straddles his body, then squats down, sitting on his chest with Her *ss in his face:

"Kiss my *ss piggy. Alternate between each cheek...keep kissing....good. Now kiss my sacred *sshole in between the cheeks. Keep f*cking kissing my *sshole, dumbshit"

He starts kissing Her sweaty, yoga pants-covered *sshole passionately, over and over.

"Ok b*tch, now that I've turned your mouth into a sock and foot cleaner, but now you're gonna be a chair. I'm gonna show you that the comfort of my *ss and p*ssy are more important than silly things like your breathing. But since you're new, we will start with just 15 seconds. Ready?"

She drops down onto his face suddenly, Her perfect round yoga pants-covered *ss eliminating his face and airways. She squats comfortably on his face and starts to slowly and calmly count to 15. She lets him up and he is gasping slightly.

"How was that b*tch? Thank me for that, for taking the time to train a maggot like you. I SAID THANK ME"

She flogs him viciously, making him howl and roll around, trying to get away from the flogger, but he starts screaming out:

"Thank You, Queen Irene, Thank You so much!"

"THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE MY *SS KISSING B*TCH! NOW BEG FOR MORE"

He starts to beg for more but She was using that as a distraction - She drops down onto his face while he's starting to beg and doesn't have a chance to take a breath. She starts counting and he starts squirming for breath at just 10 seconds, but She just holds his chained arms down, making it impossible for him to get out from under Her neon, yoga pants-covered *ss.

She keeps this up, he emerges gasping, coughing, but thanking Her and begging for more, particularly after some helpful reminders with Her flogger on his bare chest and stomach.

"Ok b*tch, now you have the privilege of being under my perfect *ss for a full minute. I'm gonna count up to that and there will be NO cheating. We need to get you to two minutes by the end of the week. Ready? Set...

She drops down onto his face before finishing the count, but this time he seems a l*ttle more prepared. He does well for the first 26 seconds or so but starts to squirm and then flop around like a fish while She patiently holds the pig's head securely in Her yoga pants-covered *ss and p*ssy.

Finally, She lets him up to a fit of wheezing, coughing, ch*king, and thanking. She tells the sl*ve that's it for today and just drops the flogger on the sl*ve's body, walking off to enjoy the rest of Her day.

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