Mistress Ziva Fey left Her sl*ve after making it clean Her sweaty, dirty feet after a long weekend at a music festival. But She gave the sl*ve explicit instructions to not move a muscle from the ottoman that its bound to, wearing a blindfold. She comes back from lunch, opens the door, walks in, and notices that Her sl*ve has indeed moved.

"What the f*ck? I told you not to move a f*cking muscle and I come back and you've clearly moved. I'm gonna have to punish you for this. I think today we're gonna stretch your breath training today, starting NOW"

She sits down onto the sl*ve's face with Her full weight, then leans forward to put it in a head-scissor, squeezing its neck until its face starts, the sl*ve's face flattening under Her bl*e jean cut-offs and sealing its airways. It starts making croaking sounds, but She sits up again, momentarily giving it some air but then sits down heavily on its face again, c*mpletely cutting off its breathing.

"Your face looks a lot better with My *ss on it. It finally has a use, and its finally f*cking quiet for once too. It's a two-for-one!"

She jumps up, the sl*ve gasping for air now that it has the chance, but She drops on of Her thighs over its mouth and nose, sm*shing them shut as She squeezes Her small but powerful thighs tightly to sm*ther the sl*ve again.

"See, it doesn't really matter what part of Me I use, I control your breathing. I can take it away in sooo many ways. I'm gonna make sure you never forget it"

She pops Her thigh up momentarily, letting the sl*ve gasp for another lungful of air as She sm*shes its face again with Her thigh. Once the sl*ve is struggling for air, She jumps up onto its face again, sitting squarely on its face, its nose stuck in Her *ss cr*ck as He cheeks frame both sides of its face.

"That's your place, b*tch. Breathing My *ss air is the only air you deserve. Keep your nose there and get used to that smell"

She waits until the sl*ve is desperately squirming and making moaning noises under Her, She stands up on the sl*ve's chest and does an *ss drop down onto its face again, then sm*thers it until it becomes desperate, then gives it just the tiniest gasps of air, then cuts off its airways with Her *ss in countless positions.

"You should know by now that My *ss owns you. It's the part of Me, well, besides My feet, that you belong to. Now say it, *ss face"

The sl*ve coughs and wheezes for some breath, then starts to repeat what She said, but She uses the order to suddenly sit on its face again hard, cutting off its words and breath with Her perfectly round *ss cheeks.

She reaches down to hold its head in place, ensuring that not a single molecule of air goes into the sl*ve' lungs.

Before She leaves, She orders the sl*ve to stay in the same position again and not move a MUSCLE until She returns again.

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