Goddess Isabel just got back from hot yoga and She is DRIPPING. Her skin is slick, Her top is soaked through, Her leggings are plastered to Her, and Her crotch, *ss, armpits and feet are caked in layers of stale sweat. Waiting on the floor is Her sl*ve: flat on its back, spread eagle, wrists and ankles cuffed wide to a spreader b*r, hooded with no eye h*les. It can’t see Her. It can only smell Her.

“I just got back from a hot, super sweaty, hot yoga session. You’re beneath me, that’s where you belong. I’m going to use you as a yoga mat, because that’s all you’re good for. Now THANK ME for that privilege.”

It thanks Her. She makes it say it again.

Then She starts Her “cool down,” and the sl*ve is Her mat. She strides in wearing Her sneakers and steps right up onto its chest, grinding the dirty soles into its ribs. She kicks them off and the bare, sweat-slick feet take over. She lies back across its chest and stomach, Her whole sweaty weight pinning it down, and the air leaves it in an “oof.” She never lets Her feet touch the floor. She plants Her filthy soles on the hood and grinds them into its face, sm*shing its nose and mouth flat. When She finally lifts them, the only thing it gets to breathe is Her foot stink.

Then She sits down on it. Her sweaty crotch seals over the hood, Her full weight pins its head to the floor, and its airway is shut. There is no air under there, only Her wet, swampy p*ssy, and every desperate breath it manages to pull is Her sweat. It struggles. It heaves. It strains at the cuffs. It can’t move its head even an inch. She does not care.

She flows from pose to pose on top of it, and each one sm*thers it a different way. She starts with a seated stretch, Her *ss ground down over its hood. She moves to all fours, hovering over it with Her armpits and sweaty body dripping over its face, then lowers one foot onto its hood. She rolls onto Her side across it in a high leg lift, Her sweaty hip and *ss mashed into its face. She sits back down on it with Her bare soles planted on its helpless hands. Then She’s back on Her feet, stomping and sm*shing its face under Her sweaty soles.

Every time She lands on it, it smells something different: Her armpits, Her sweaty p*ssy, Her sweaty *ss, Her sweaty feet. There is nowhere to turn its face and nothing else to breathe. She makes it thank Her for each one.

“I want to hear you say thank you. You have no purpose but to serve me. You should be honored to smell my sweaty feet, *ss and p*ssy.”

And when it moves, She lets it know.

“Stay still, you f*cking idiot, you’re a mat. Is that too hard for you?”

“I’ll let you breathe if you do a better job of being a mat.”

“When you move, you ruin my zen.”

She holds it under Her until it is wheezing and thrashing, gasping for air that isn’t there, and thanks Her for the privilege through Her crotch. She lets it suck in one sweaty breath, then seals it off again. The harder it fights, the more calm She gets.

Then She’s done with the cool down. She stands over it, bends over and peels down Her sweat-soaked yoga pants and Her smelly panties, shoving Her bare, sweaty *ss at the camera, and what She makes it do next is Part 2.

15 minutes. Part 1 of 2. Part 2 is Sweaty *ss Breath, where the yoga pants and panties are gone and it has to l*ck Her sweaty *sshole.

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