Goddess Isabel’s hot yoga session was br*tal, and She is nowhere near done cooling down. Her crop top is soaked, Her skin is slick, and every inch of Her has been cooking in that heated room for an hour. Now it’s time for the part of Her that sweated the most. Her hooded sl*ve is flat on its back on the yoga mat, ankles cuffed wide to the spreader b*r, wrists cuffed above its head, hood with no eye h*les. It can’t see a thing, but it heard Her in Part 1, and it knows what’s coming.

She peels off Her sweat-soaked yoga pants and Her smelly panties and tosses them aside. Then She tells it what its job is now.

“Now you’re going to have to clean my sweaty *sshole. Doesn’t that sound like fun? That’s what happens when you get a goddess this sweaty. Somebody has to clean it up, and it’s going to be you.”

She starts by using it as the yoga mat it is. She steps up onto its stomach in tree pose, one bare foot sinking into its soft gut. She flows from pose to pose on top of it, hopping from its stomach to its chest and back again, almost never letting Her feet touch the floor. It grunts and wheezes every time She lands, and She doesn’t care.

“Don’t you dare move. You’re a mat. Mats don’t breathe hard, mats don’t whimper, and mats definitely don’t get hard because a goddess is standing on them. Pathetic.”

Then She turns around, backs up over its face, and squats with Her feet planted on its bound, helpless arms and shoulders. Her weight pins it flat. She reaches back, grabs Her perfect round *ss cheeks, spreads them wide, and shoves its face into Her cr*ck, nose first, right into Her sweaty *sshole.

“Smell it, b*tch. It’s where you belong.”

It breathes Her in because there is nothing else to breathe. An hour of hot yoga has ripened every inch of this h*le. She grinds on its nose, rocking back and forth and making it sn*ff deep, then drops Her full weight onto its face and seals it off c*mpletely.

“Oh, you can’t breathe? Poor l*ttle thing. You’ll breathe when I decide you’ve earned it, and I don’t think you have yet.”

It thrashes and strains at the cuffs, and the harder it fights, the calmer She gets. When it’s weak and shaking, She lifts just an inch, lets it gasp one sweaty breath, and spreads Her cheeks again.

“Now stick out your f*cking tongue.”

It does. She rolls back onto it, and Her *sshole slides over its tongue.

“Deeper! Dig in, I want to feel your tongue in my colon.”

It digs, pushing its tongue up into Her and l*cking at the hot, salty sweat, and now She f*cks its face with Her *sshole. She bounces up and down on it for long stretches, grinding Her slick h*le over its tongue, lifting off to make it chase Her, and dropping again.

“That’s it, tongue f*ck my *sshole. Faster. Did I say stop? This is what your mouth is for.”

Then She sits down on it for good, pulls Her *ss cheeks down over its face until there is no gap, no air and no light, and sm*thers it c*mpletely, demanding it keep tongue f*cking Her through it.

“Don’t you dare stop. I don’t care if you can’t breathe. You breathe through my *ss or you don’t breathe at all.”

When it slows down, She brings Her bare, sweaty soles up into its face, grinds them over its mouth, and makes it suck the leftover sweat off Her feet while She crushes its face with half Her body weight.

“Suck it. Get every drop, you filthy thing. That’s an hour of hot yoga on my soles, and you’re going to clean them, too. Thank me.”

It thanks Her through Her foot. She laughs at it.

“Look at you. A grown man sucking sweat off my feet because I told him to. Do you feel pathetic? You should.”

Then She turns around to face up and f*cks its face the other way. She sits back down with Her legs spread wide, Her p*ssy on display above its chin and Her *sshole sm*shed against its tongue, and rides it with total boredom, watching exactly how badly it’s doing.

“Is that all you’ve got? You’re not cleaning, you’re just lapping at it. Clean it properly or I’m going to sit here until you do. Now say ‘I’m a pathetic *ss cleaner.’”

It says it, muffled through Her. She makes it say it again, louder.

“Good boy. That’s all you’re good for. Now say ‘thank you, Goddess, for letting me clean your *sshole.’”

She never lets it come up for air unless She decides it has earned one. It smells Her, tastes Her, and ch*kes on Her, while She uses its face and body like the object it is

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