I tower over My sl*ve: I stand tall in My high-heeled boots whilst My minion lies on the floor awaiting his fate. I took this boy's h*les earlier and now I want to take different pleasures from this sl*ve. I have him open his mouth and I fill it with My spit. Such a lucky boy to receive, he thanks Me and knows his place!

There is no pleasure without p*in and no receiving without giving for My sl*ves. Since My boy has received My saliva I take his breath away. I hold My palm over his mouth, closing his nose with My other hand, sealing his airways tightly shut. I confirm that sl*ve E is “After all, just a toy” and I take My time to enforce this breath play, gently leaving My sl*ve gasping for air. As I release him, I smile, enjoying My fun and teasing My submissive by telling him My *ss will soon cover his face.

I reapply My hold over My sub's breathing. The sub's silent obedience demonstrates My ability to deny him, to have him s*ffer for Me and to have him try so very hard to please Me in this way. I take My boy to the realms of panic as, without option, his service is to await My pleasure and hope for My mercy. This time, as I release My vicelike grip, My sl*ve gasps even more deeply. I appreciate how My boy learns and takes on board the lessons that I give; the trust that is given to Me, the obedience to the natural control that I have here.

I move directly over My sl*ve and confirm “I like to make sure that My sl*ves are very well used.” My boy's c*ck responds instantly, stiffening and bouncing under teasing touches and gentle denial. I stroke his hard c*ck, *dging My sl*ve as he stares up at My beautiful *ss, positioned inches from his face. My sl*ve's breathing is still laboured, not from the lack of air now but from the overstimulation that I give him. I stretch My sl*ve, teasing his c*ck whilst his senses register My beauty, power and control poised above him. As in life, so in My dungeon; sl*ves work and worship beneath Me.

I continue to edge My sl*ve's hard c*ck, the cockhead turns red with desire, and My boy moans in pleasure. I sit back, and use My sl*ve's face as a seat, pressuring down hard on him, taking his breath away in more ways than one. Muffled attempts to breath fail as I continue *dging. When I decide to allow My sl*ve to breath, his inhalations convulse his body and he gulps down air, desperate to have Me use his countenance once more; his cheeks mere pillows, his visage eclipsed by real beauty and the will of the dominant Female.

I continue the t*rment and take My sl*ve deeper; muffled moans emanate from sl*ve E and his excitement builds rapidly. My *dging increases the sub's arousal to breaking point and I ruin his *rgasm as c*m sh*ots from his tumescent c*ck and he cries out “Miss, Miss!” So stimulated, sl*ve E's c*ck bobs up and down, releasing c*m over him as the sub's self-control deserts him under the excruciatingly pleasurable pressure that I have applied to his c*ck and to his face.

My boy is totally frustrated, ruined and, once again, fully under My *ss as I sit back and enjoy the ruined mess of a view. As he failed to beg Me for *rgasm I determine that sl*ve E will beg Me for breath. A short time later and I have My wish, with sl*ve E pleading with Me by moving his arms. I consider his request and, when I am ready, I shift My position allowing him air and sl*ve E's thanks ring around the dungeon as I laugh.

I know My sl*ves, and sl*ve E demonstrably finds importance in being played with, being used, teased and denied by Me. I have reduced him to a desperate mess for Me today, I am pleased.

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