Goddess Miss Kaitlyn has claimed a new m*le and She is determined to break him down into a proper subhuman piece of furniture. As a devoted Female Supremacist, She views all males as inferior, worthless creatures whose only reason for existing is to s*ffer beautifully for Superior Women. This pathetic new sl*ve is about to begin his real training — learning to serve as Her living throne while being relentlessly sm*thered under Her perfect p*ssy and *ss until he understands his place.

The sl*ve is tightly chained on his back to a leather ottoman, c*mpletely helpless. A thick bl*ck b*ndage hood covers his face so Miss Kaitlyn doesn’t have to w*ste Her time looking at his s*ffering. She stands above him in a sexy gold crop top workout bra and tight, shiny turquoise yoga pants that cling to Her athletic body like a second skin. The thin fabric clearly shows Her prominent camel toe and leaves nothing to the imagination — She is wearing no panties underneath.

"You need to learn how to serve my perfect p*ssy and *ss properly, starting with serving as my chair," She tells the hooded wimp. "You're going to be sm*thered under them for longer and longer times and I want you to thank me for this honor every single time. Each time you will thank me for sm*thering you under my perfect *ss or p*ssy. Do you understand that, wimp?"

Miss Kaitlyn climbs onto the ottoman and slowly lowers Her tight, round, plump 22-year-old *ss directly onto his face. At only 100 pounds but built from 18 years of intense gymnastics, every ounce of Her is pure, dense muscle. She settles Her full body weight onto him, crushing his face c*mpletely. His nose and mouth are buried deep between Her cheeks, squarely engaged with Her *sshole through the thin, slightly sweaty turquoise fabric.

"Smell my sweaty *ss, loser. This is what you exist for now," She says as She starts counting out loud while the sl*ve struggles and twitches beneath Her. When She finally stands up at 15 seconds, the sl*ve gasps desperately for air. "Thank You for sm*thering me under Your perfect *ss, Miss Kaitlyn," he ch*kes out.

"Good b*tch," She replies with a cruel smile. Then She whips him hard across the body with the end of the leash. "Now we’re going for 25... but you’re going to sm*ther under my perfect p*ssy this time. THANK ME FOR THAT, DUMB F*CK! You should be grateful I even let a worthless m*le like you breathe near my Superior p*ssy."

She straddles his hooded head, feet c*mpletely off the floor, and drops Her full gymnast-trained weight directly onto his face. His face is br*tally crushed under Her royal p*ssy, the thin yoga pants soaked with Her sweat doing almost nothing to block the intense smell and taste.

"Take deep breaths of my sweaty p*ssy," She taunts him. "That’s all you are now — something for me to sit on and break. You’re so f*cking lucky to be owned by my perfect p*ssy and *ss. This is the closest you’ll ever get to a Goddess." The sl*ve starts violently squirming and bucking at 20 seconds, but Miss Kaitlyn simply locks Her strong thighs around his head and holds him in place, finishing the full count while his body convulses helplessly beneath Her.

Throughout the 9-minute clip, Miss Kaitlyn continues to verbally destroy him while using multiple cruel positions. She grinds on his face and says, "Feel how sweaty my crotch is? You’re going to learn to love that smell because it’s going to own you. My p*ssy and *ss own you now, wimp. You’re nothing but furniture for me to use and break whenever I feel like it."

Every single time She lifts off, the broken sl*ve is made to gasp out his thanks: "Thank You for sm*thering me under Your perfect p*ssy/*ss, Miss Kaitlyn." Miss Kaitlyn’s voice stays ice-cold and commanding as She reminds him over and over that he is nothing more than an object — a throne for a Goddess, a breathing toy for Her sweaty h*les, and future p*ssy and *ss eater.

By the end of the session the sl*ve is c*mpletely destroyed — gasping, coughing, and clearly traumatized from the repeated near-blackouts and the overwhelming scent and taste of his Owner’s body. Miss Kaitlyn stands up, looks down at the pathetic, chained m*le with zero sympathy, and calmly says: "Tomorrow we’re starting at 90 seconds. The day after that, 2 minutes."

She walks away without another word, leaving Her new sl*ve lying there on the ottoman, broken and struggling to breathe — already beginning his descent into total enslavement to Her Superior body and will.

*rsch Ersticken Yoga-Pants Ersticken Full Weight P*ssy *ss Sm*ther Breath Training Miss Kaitlyn Breaks New Furniture (HD 4K MP4) mit C4s.com

rsch Ersticken Yoga-Pants Ersticken Full Weight Pssy ss Smther Breath Training Miss Kaitlyn Breaks New Furniture (HD 4K MP4) mit C4s.com