Mistress Ziva Fey grew up in a Female Supremacist household and is an experienced lifestyle Femdom, wrestler, martial artist and m*le sl*ve-trainer. She is is breaking in a new b*tch, and is now taking the pathetic wimp through proper breath-control training before moving the sl*ve toward more advanced forms of sl*very; like human toilet.

She has bound the sl*ve to a b*ndage chair in the dungeon, securely chained and blindfolded, ready for Her perfect, but sweaty *ss. She announces to the sl*ve while straddling the sl*ve's face in a pair of rose-c*lored booty-shorts that frame Her perfect, muscular round *ss cheeks.

"Today we're gonna work on your breath control; you need to learn that I control every aspect of your life. Including your life itself. The only thing the lizard-like m*le mind understands is fear. You're gonna fear my *ss and p*ssy, b*tch"

She drops down onto the sl*ve's face with Her full weight, cutting off the sl*ve's face and pinning it to the back of the chair. The sl*ve starts to struggle as She lifts up Her shapely legs and points Her toes out, centering all of Her weight on Her crotch covering the sl*ve's airways. She does this for just a few seconds and rises up, the sl*ve gasping:

"It's so much fun doing all of these stretches and leg lifts while you struggle under my sweaty *ss. How does it smell down there? Get used to it; My *ss and what it produces are going to play a major role in your future"

She stands up over his face, looking down at his sightless face. She jumps down and then hops onto his face:

"You're gonna learn how to hold your breath for 3 minutes! You're gonna love it, because the only air you can have comes through My sweaty *ss and p*ssy! Isn't that nice of me?"

She lets him have some air, he gasps and coughs, but She spins around and plops back down onto the sl*ve's face again. She sm*thers it with Her sweaty, metalic rose-c*lored booty short-covered p*ssy, Her thighs and *ss. She gives Herself a wedgie and pulls the shorts up into Her *ss and p*ssy while sm*thering the sl*ve under Her. She bounces up and down on the sl*ve's face, teasing it with l*ttle bits of air before sm*thering again before it can catch its breath.

"Now, kiss my *ss sl*ve. Kiss and worship every part of my perfect body that I grace your worthless face with"

She drops Her round *ss down onto its face:

"Kiss!"- She rises up off his face and slams back down onto it immediately, ordering the sl*ve to: "Kiss" over and over, then on Her sweaty thighs and calves.

Finally done, She orders the sl*ve:

"Are you thirsty sl*ve? You know all you get is my fluids for the next two days. Now open your trash can mouth sl*ve so I can give you your drink"

She hawks and spits into the sl*ve's open mouth but misses, so She drops an even bigger one into its mouth, ordering it to swallow. Then, gathering a mouthful of spit, She tells the sl*ve:

"This is all you deserve, b*tch"

She sprays the sl*ve's face with Her spit, denying the sl*ve more hyrdation. She laughs and walks off, tossing the flogger onto the sl*ve's gyrating body, as She makes the sl*ve perform for Her webcam subscribers while She goes on another f*ck-date...

Face Rodeo: Breathing Is Not Allowed (HD 4K MP4)