The dungeon glows with deep red light. A muscular sl*ve is tightly strapped face-up to the heavy b*ndage bench, wrists and ankles locked, thick bl*ck blindfold covering its eyes, and its pathetic c*ck locked in a tiny steel chastity cage that has been on for an entire week.

Queen Irene (shiny red PVC bikini top barely containing her breasts, bl*ck PVC shorts, long red PVC gloves, bl*ck leather flogger in hand) and Goddess Obsidian (skin-tight bl*ck PVC romper with a high-cut thong, riding crop ready) stand over their new piece of furniture.

Irene cr*cks the flogger across its stomach. “Look at it, Obsidian. This thing’s c*ck has been locked for a week and it still thinks it deserves attention. It will never f*ck a p*ssy again. Today it learns its only purpose is to serve our superior p*ssies.”

She brings the riding crop down hard on its inner thighs, leaving bright red marks. “Got that, it? Thank your Owners for this honor.” The sl*ve whimpers, “Thank you, Queen! Thank you, Goddess!”

Irene steps over its head and drops her full weight down, centering her crotch perfectly over its mouth and nose. Her legs hang straight down on either side of the bench, feet c*mpletely off the floor. The warm, damp bl*ck PVC shorts press tightly, c*mpletely sealing its airways under her p*ssy. “Sn*ff it, furniture. Smell the p*ssy you exist to worship.” Even through the steel cage, the rich scent of her p*ssy makes its locked peanut twitch and strain painfully, desperate but denied.

Goddess Obsidian laughs and whips its chest while Irene sm*thers it. “It’s already trying to get hard just from our scent. How pathetic. Furniture doesn’t get hard — it just serves.”

They take turns. Obsidian lowers herself and plants her full weight directly onto its face, centering her p*ssy and *ss so it is c*mpletely engulfed. Her legs lift, feet dangling freely — every ounce of her body sealing its airways under her superior p*ssy. Its face is sm*shed deep into her crotch, showing it exactly how c*mpletely her p*ssy controls its breath. While one Goddess sm*thers it with long, escalating holds, the other sits on its chest or stomach and whips its locked c*ck, laughing as the cage twitches from the overwhelming p*ssy scent.

They rotate for several minutes, increasing the time until its world is nothing but their p*ssies and total denial.

Finally, they strap a double-sided dildo gag deep into its mouth. Irene pins its chest while Obsidian pulls her thong aside, sinks down onto the dildo, and rides its face hard. “F*ck my p*ssy with your face, it. Move!” Irene whips its body without mercy as Obsidian uses its head to pleasure herself, grinding until she c*ms hard, flooding the gag and its face with her juices.

They remove the gag and shove the c*m-covered dildo down its throat. “Swallow every drop of superior p*ssy juice, it. You will never w*ste any.”

The Goddesses finish with long, full-weight facesits — legs dangling, crotches perfectly sealed, reminding it that its only purpose is to serve as their living furniture. Obsidian stands, adjusts her thong, and spits on its face. “We’re going to find real men now, it. Stay locked and useless.”

The camera lingers on the broken, juice-covered, whip-marked piece of furniture still strapped helplessly to the bench as the two Goddesses walk away laughing.

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Face Fcking Smther Face Sitting Double Domme Face Sitting Smther- Queen Irene And Goddess Obsidian Use Their Pet's Face Then Strap-On Gag Fck Him with C4s.com