Mistress Misty Eden didn’t just dominate her former boss—She remade him . One reckless moment, one incriminating video, and now he’s nothing more than a footrest, a w*ste bin, and a living seat for Her pleasure. Confined to a floor cell, only his blindfolded head visible, he exists to worship Her body, obey Her commands, and endure Her cr*elties . His world is darkness, Her scent, and the unyielding pressure of Her supremacy .

She enters, white bikini hugging Her curves , the click of Her heels announcing Her arrival. "Listen up, b*tch, you’re about to learn how to be My chair," She declares, Her tone laced with amusement. Confusion flickers across his face—how can he serve as a chair with only his head exposed? The answer is swift and merciless . She straddles his face , Her bikini-clad p*ssy and *ss poised above his open mouth. "You need to understand that I am the center of your world," She instructs, "and I dictate even your breaths—using My p*ssy or My *ss." With that, She lowers Herself , pressing his nose and mouth against the fabric of Her bikini. His air vanishes . His struggles go unnoticed .

"1... 2... 3..." She counts, Her voice steady, almost playful , as he whimpers and squirms beneath Her. "You don’t deserve air unless it comes from Me." His chest tightens. His thoughts race. She tugs his leash , ensuring he remains c*mpletely still . "4... 5..." His muffled protests are silenced by Her flesh . She settles deeper , relishing the way his body tenses in desperation , his face pressed into Her *ss , his nostrils flaring against the fabric. "That’s it, pig. Struggle all you want. It only excites Me more."

When She finally lifts , he gasps for air , his breathing ragged, his face glistening with sweat and Her essence. "Thank Me," She orders. He stutters his gratitude between heaving breaths. "Good," She purrs—before delivering a sharp slap that snaps his head back. "Quiet, you worthless thing!" And without hesitation, She settles back down , this time counting to 10 . His fingers claw at the floor . His caged c*ck twitches uselessly . She smirks , feeling his panic heighten Her arousal .

She turns , now sm*thering him with Her bikini-covered p*ssy , pushing down until his nose is buried in Her folds , his tongue pressed against Her clit . "Inhale it, sl*ve," She commands. "Your c*ck will never know Me, but your nose and tongue? They belong to Me now." She holds him there , counting to 15 , then 20 , then 25 . Each time She rises, he ch*kes out his thanks , only to be met with another stinging slap before She seals his air once more . His fear is thrilling. His submission is exquisite .

By the time She reaches 45 seconds , he’s twitching , his body shaking as his mind cries out for relief . She watches him unravel , Her arousal dripping onto his face , marking him as Hers . "Pathetic," She muses, pressing down harder , "You used to give orders. Now you’re just My plaything." She releases him just as his vision begins to fade, his lungs aching . He coughs , tears streaming down his cheeks. She strikes him again , Her rings leaving their mark . "Silence!" She hisses, "You breathe when I allow it. You exist because I permit it."

She decides to test his limits . "Let’s go for a full minute, worm." His body trembles as She lowers Herself , Her weight covering his face , Her p*ssy and *ss blocking his air . His hands flail weakly . His body j*rks . She ignores his stress , counting slowly, savoring his helplessness . "10... 20... 30..." His movements weaken . His resistance fades . "40... 50... 60." She finally lifts , and he collapses , his chest rising and falling rapidly , his mind reeling .

She steps away , wiping Herself on his hair before nudging his head with Her foot . "I’ll return," She says, walking toward the exit , "...if I feel like it." The cell door closes with a final thud . The lights dim . And he’s left alone in the darkness , his face still damp with Her juices , his mind haunted by the reality of what he’s become: a toy, a stool, an object — owned, used, and discarded until She chooses to claim him again .

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