Mistress Natalie has Her new sl*ve chained down on his back to an ottoman with a blindfold on as She approaches him wearing a white thong bikini that highlights Her perfect, tanned, fitness-model body, Her flat, toned stomach and tats. She towers over him as She explains to him:

"As an inferior m*le, you belong under Me at all times. So I'm gonna train you to be more useful to Me and superior Women. I'm going to train you to be My furniture!"

He can't see and is confused, not understanding what She's talking about. He starts asking Her:

"I, I don't know what You mean Prince....."

His words are cut off as She walks over to his head, unbeknownst to him as She straddles his face and suddenly sits down on his face, sm*thering him with Her white bikini-covered p*ssy. She sits down on his face with Her full weight, his nose pushed up into Her camel toe. She leans forward to seal his airways as She starts counting:

"One, two, three, four, five...."

She counts to ten and then sits up, the sl*ve gasping for air as She glowers down at him. She asks him:

"You liked that, huh?"

He doesn't answer He so She reaches down and delivers a vicious, cr*cking slap to his face, making him cry out and yell out:

"YES PRINCESS! Thank yo..."

She sits on his face again, harder this time, She leans back onto his body, lifting up a leg as She counts up to twenty seconds, sitting up again he's more frantic, gasping and panting hard for air as She walks around the ottoman and climbs up onto it, Her feet straddling his body, She stands over him and leans down as he cries out to ask Her:

"Why are You doing this?"

"Because I f*cking WANT TO! You're going to be FURNITURE. And FURNITURE DOESN'T TALK!"

She pulls back and delivers an even harder face slap, rocking the sl*ve's head and making him scream in p*in and shock. She just laughs and turns around, sitting down hard onto his face with Her perfect *ss, his nose splitting Her *ss cheeks as She settles Her full weight onto his face. She gets up briefly off of his face and looks back:

"NOW WHAT ARE YOU?"

"Human furniture Princess!"

She just sits right back down onto his face, his nose and mouth c*mpletely sealed by Her perfect *ss. She starts counting again, but the sl*ve's head starts moving. She sits up suddenly, looking down at him with a scowl:

"FURNITURE DOESN'T MOVE!"

She steps off the ottoman and drops Her bikini-covered p*ssy down onto his face again. She starts counting again, but this time ignores his struggling as She takes leans back onto his body, relaxing with Her arms over Her head. As She gets up to 25 seconds he starts moving around but She ignores it until She sits up and starts coughing and sputtering for air. When he doesn't thank Her, She slaps his face again asking:

"NOW WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU SAY?"

"Thank You Princess Natalie!"

"That's better, b*tch!"

She climbs back up onto the ottoman sits Her *ss back onto his face again, but this time with Her long, tanned legs sitting fully on his body so Her weight is centered on Her, his face crushed inside Her cr*ck. She keeps upping the time, changing positions to put more pressure on his face and ensure that no air passes into his lungs. She gets him up over a full minute, his face red from lack of oxygen, he coughs and wheezes for breath as She just impatiently waits a few seconds for him to breathe again. She then sits on his face again and starts counting as the clip fades out.

M*le Face = Female Chair (HD 4K MP4)