Viele Aspekte Meines Lebens sind buchstäblich mundwässrig. Manchmal fühle Ich, dass Meine Subs die Disziplin von kombiniertem Spucken und Atemkontrolle benötigen, ja einige Mich darum anbetteln. Es freut Mich, heute Meine Kontrolle auf diese Weise zu demonstrieren. Ich habe alles akribisch geplant und werde dafür sorgen, dass Mein Sub sich sehr anstrengen muss, um Mir zu gefallen.

Mein Sklave ist bereit, willig und liegt auf dem Rücken in einem engen Latexanzug. Ich spüre seine verräterische Wölbung, wie sie sich bei dem Gedanken an Meine glänzenden Lippen erregt, die Qual in seinen Geist und Körper tropfen lassen. Meine engen, glänzenden Hosen und BH betonen Meinen Körperbau, während Ich Mich über Meinen Sklaven beuge und ihn selbstverständlich beherrsche. Ich bestehe darauf, dass Mein Junge Meine Anweisungen genauestens befolgt. Als Ich mit den Fingern über seine Kapuze streiche und die kommenden Freuden beschreibe, ist der Atem Meines Sklaven rau, erregt und unterwürfig.

Ich beginne damit, den Mund des Subs mit Meinem perfekten Speichel zu füllen – er darf in diesem Stadium nicht schlucken. Ich baue Schicht um Schicht von Spucke auf, was natürlich das leichte Atmen erschwert. Erst wenn Ich sehe, wie Mein Sklave mit diesem Vorgang kämpft, werde Ich dann seine Atemwege fest verschließen und sein Dilemma verschlimmern!

Die gerade Linie des fallenden Speichels, senkrecht über dem liegenden Sklaven, kontrastiert mit Meinen üppigen Kurven. Ich lächle, während Ich ihn in den Sklaven tröpfle, wobei Mein Dekolleté eine elegante Kulisse bildet. Der Sklave hält seinen Mund offen und blinzelt, während Ich über die Erregung innerhalb des engen Materials streiche, das seinen harten und schnell wachsenden Schwanz bedeckt. Jeder Tropfen Speichel lastet schwerer auf der Kehle des Sklaven, während Ich ihn unerbittlich befülle.

"Das ist es!" ermutige Ich Meinen Jungen, bevor Ich mit seinem Schwanz und seinen Eiern spiele. Das enge Material eignet sich hervorragend, um den Sub zu quälen, indem es seine Genitalien zusammendrückt und unmittelbare, angespannte Reaktionen hervorruft. Der festgeschnallte Sklave kann nichts tun, um sich zu helfen, und gedämpfte Seufzer und Stöhnen dringen aus seiner gefluteten Kehle. Ich lächele wissend, dieser Sklave steht vollkommen unter Meinem Kommando und Meiner Kontrolle.

Ich begrapsche, liebkose und ertaste den Sklaven durch den Latexanzug hindurch. Ich greife nach seiner Kehle und halte ihn sicher fest, während Mir immer noch Speichel in seinen Mund tropft. Ich steigere die Erregung des Edgings, reibe ihn und lasse den Schwanz des Sklaven pochen und seine blubbernden Geräusche lauter werden. Ich überlaste die Sinne des Sklaven, edge ihn, fülle seinen Mund, sorge dafür, dass sein Blickfeld ständig voller dominanter Frau, femininer Schönheit und Meiner Kontrolle ist. Das Necken, Quälen und Füllen der Kehle fordert ihren Tribut, und Mein Sub beginnt mit jedem Element dieses Trainings zu kämpfen. Die Augen des Sklaven schließen sich, als er sich bemüht, die Fassung zu bewahren, die Ich von ihm verlange.

Die Lippen des Sklaven sind jetzt leicht fischartig nach außen gestülpt, während Ich weiterhin seine Kehle überschwemme. Als sein Atmen lauter wird, kneife Ich ihm die Nase zu und verschließe die Atemwege fest. Der Sklave bewegt sich in seinen Fesseln, verzweifelt nach Luft ringend. Diesmal erlaube Ich ihm zu atmen und lache tief, während er versucht, mit einem Mund voller Meines Speichels keuchend einzuatmen. Ich wiederhole das Zukneifen und der Sklave reagiert jedes Mal stärker.

Ich necke den Verstand Meines Sklaven und spreche darüber, ob Ich ihm erlaube zu schlucken. Als der Kopf des Subs kräftig nickt und zustimmt, dass er einatmen sollte, fülle Ich noch mehr köstlichen Speichel nach. Dann, wenn alle Atemwege blockiert sind, zähle Ich langsam herunter und erlaube ihm zu schlucken. Mein Junge schnappt dramatisch nach Luft, seine Lungen brennen vor Anstrengung und sein Gehirn zweifellos im Panikmodus. Als der Clip endet, schluckt Mein Sub immer noch gierig Luft, ebenso begierig, wie er Meinen Speichel hinuntergesaugt hat.

Was für ein glücklicher Sklave, Mich hautnah dabei zu haben, jede seiner Handlungen und jeden Atemzug zu kontrollieren! Meinen Speichel zu würdigen, anzubeten, zu verehren und zu kosten, ist ein Privileg, das verdient werden muss. Zu atmen als Mein Sklave ist ein Geschenk, das Ich gewähre und das geschätzt werden sollte.

I tower over My slave: I stand tall in My high-heeled boots whilst My minion lies on the floor awaiting his fate. I took this boy's holes earlier and now I want to take different pleasures from this slave. I have him open his mouth and I fill it with My spit. Such a lucky boy to receive, he thanks Me and knows his place!

There is no pleasure without pain and no receiving without giving for My slaves. Since My boy has received My saliva I take his breath away. I hold My palm over his mouth, closing his nose with My other hand, sealing his airways tightly shut. I confirm that slave E is “After all, just a toy” and I take My time to enforce this breath play, gently leaving My slave gasping for air. As I release him, I smile, enjoying My fun and teasing My submissive by telling him My ass will soon cover his face.

I reapply My hold over My sub's breathing. The sub's silent obedience demonstrates My ability to deny him, to have him suffer for Me and to have him try so very hard to please Me in this way. I take My boy to the realms of panic as, without option, his service is to await My pleasure and hope for My mercy. This time, as I release My vicelike grip, My slave gasps even more deeply. I appreciate how My boy learns and takes on board the lessons that I give; the trust that is given to Me, the obedience to the natural control that I have here.

I move directly over My slave and confirm “I like to make sure that My slaves are very well used.” My boy's cock responds instantly, stiffening and bouncing under teasing touches and gentle denial. I stroke his hard cock, edging My slave as he stares up at My beautiful ass, positioned inches from his face. My slave's breathing is still laboured, not from the lack of air now but from the overstimulation that I give him. I stretch My slave, teasing his cock whilst his senses register My beauty, power and control poised above him. As in life, so in My dungeon; slaves work and worship beneath Me.

I continue to edge My slave's hard cock, the cockhead turns red with desire, and My boy moans in pleasure. I sit back, and use My slave's face as a seat, pressuring down hard on him, taking his breath away in more ways than one. Muffled attempts to breath fail as I continue edging. When I decide to allow My slave to breath, his inhalations convulse his body and he gulps down air, desperate to have Me use his countenance once more; his cheeks mere pillows, his visage eclipsed by real beauty and the will of the dominant Female.

I continue the torment and take My slave deeper; muffled moans emanate from slave E and his excitement builds rapidly. My edging increases the sub's arousal to breaking point and I ruin his orgasm as cum shoots from his tumescent cock and he cries out “Miss, Miss!” So stimulated, slave E's cock bobs up and down, releasing cum over him as the sub's self-control deserts him under the excruciatingly pleasurable pressure that I have applied to his cock and to his face.

My boy is totally frustrated, ruined and, once again, fully under My ass as I sit back and enjoy the ruined mess of a view. As he failed to beg Me for orgasm I determine that slave E will beg Me for breath. A short time later and I have My wish, with slave E pleading with Me by moving his arms. I consider his request and, when I am ready, I shift My position allowing him air and slave E's thanks ring around the dungeon as I laugh.

My two-hole fucktoy is in position. I have him exposed, bent over the fucking bench, head down and ass high in the air. As My toy should be, he waits patiently for Me to ravage his sensibilities and his holes! I smile at the thought of My sub pleasing Me by being used in exactly the ways that I order. I love stuffing My subs from both ends and, having built the jeopardy for this sub, I note his cock throbbing with excitement already. Such a willing slave, needing My control, pinpoint technique, and multiple hole fucking.

I move into sinuous, lithe action, taking advantage of My sub’s desperation. I assure him that he must beg before I will even consider stopping the fucking, the ruining of his holes. First up I fill his slutty mouth, making the sub to take every last millimetre of My strap-on cock. I slip in and stay there, ramming the shaft down the sub’s greedy throat, getting My cock warm. The sub groans and stretches his mouth around My strap-on: I keep him busy, not wasting a second as I thrust deep into his gullet.

Then I move around the slave, sizing up his ass and teasing his cock, an excited tool that responds well to the sub being tied down and being given no choice over today’s activities. I prepare the slave’s hole, lubing the sub even as he stays hard in anticipation of being ass-fucked by Me. I finger-fuck My boy, adding fingers, stretching him wide, making the sub take it. The slut moans with pleasure and I judge that his hungry hole is ready.

I feed My strap-on cock into the slave’s ass, letting him moan as I enter him and then fully invade. I split his cheeks wide and push deep into his guts, encouraging My slave “...relax around it, give that hole to Me!” My slave fucktoy moans with each stroke, every thrust exciting him further and I build My rhythm. I set a brutal pace, and the sub feels each invasion now as I fuck to destroy his ass.

The slave’s moans become ever more despairing, he loves this and yet his ass can only take so much, the slave’s pained cries are clearly heard, and I laugh as My fucktoy pleases Me with his durability so far. I continue to pound and add spurts of faster fucking that leave My slave frantic under the frenzied fucking that he deserves. I point out the sub’s predicament: he could stop the torment at any time and yet he can neither disappoint Me nor spoil this fun.

I climb on board my sub, changing the angle, gaining purchase to finish ruining his ass. I push deep, very deep as his cock stays hard but useless here, and I show all My power and prowess as I fuck his hole into pained oblivion. My slave’s moaning moves towards a shriek as I am relentless. My slave breaks and begs Me to stop! The fucktoy is a humiliated, panting mess. Such beautiful cruelty, having to beg Me to stop what the fucktoy wants most!

Wie wunderbar es ist, als Abfalleimer für unseren Speichel verwendet zu werden! Die Göttin der Juwelen und ich haben unseren Sklaven gesichert, der gleich die Freuden seiner Position, ein menschlicher Spucknapf, herausfinden wird! Ich befehle unserem Untergebenen, den Mund weit zu öffnen, und ich fange an, unseren Spucknapf ohne Verzögerung aufzufüllen. Meine Genauigkeit ist unfehlbar, und ich befehle unserem Jungen: „Schluck es nicht herunter! Ich will, dass du es darin behältst.“ Unser Sklave ist so ein glückliches Stück!<\/p>

Die Göttin der Juwelen übernimmt das Doppelteam: Wir bauen einen Tropfen zu einem Teich, zu einem Teich und so weiter mit unserer sinnlichen Spucke. Die Göttin der Juwelen stellt sicher, dass sie unseren Spucknapf weiter demütigt, indem sie seinen Status bestätigt “… absolut wertlos …” – Wahrheit über unseren kein Macht Sklaven spricht. Sie fährt dann fort, ihre flüssigen Segnungen in den Sklaven zu kaskadieren, der dankbar ist für alles, was zwei überlegene Weibchen ihm geben.<\/p>

Wir tauschen und ich demonstriere meine Kontrolle für alle, indem ich meinen Speichel zwischen meinem Dekolleté in den Untergebenen Mund tropfe. Während die Göttin der Juwelen an Bord unseres Sklaven geklettert ist und setzt ihre flüssigen Segnungen in das durstige Loch des Sklaven fort. Der Mund des Sklaven füllt sich schnell jetzt, und sein Atmen wird beschwerlich, da der Sklave das Gewicht unseres Speichels gegen die Rückseite seines Kehlkopfes spürt.<\/p>

Wir lachen, während wir hinzufügen zum Aufgaben des Spucknapfs, ihn bearbeiten, ihn erwarten lassen, von woher unsere nächste Quelle der Spuckefreude abgezielt wird. Unser Junge bewegt seinen Mund, um jeden Tropfen zu fangen, was für die Göttin der Juwelen viel zu einfach ist! Sie fängt an, die Nüs des Sklaven zu tätscheln, das Leben für den Untergebenen schwierig macht und seine Erregung steigt bei dieser Aufmerksamkeit.<\/p>

Die Göttin der Juwelen blickt tief in die Augen unseres Sklaven, streift über seine Seele, während sie mehr Speichel hinzufügt. Wir tauschen wieder und der Sklave keucht jetzt, kämpft darum, in seiner Latexmaske zu atmen. Wir prüfen die Tiefe, die unser Speichel erreicht hat, und der Mund des Sklaven ist gezeigt, vollständig mit unserem Speichel gefüllt zu sein. Natürlich wird dies die Göttin der Juwelen nicht davon abhalten, die Last hinzuzufügen. Ich beende das Ausspucken, und wir befehlen unserem Sklaven, dort zu bleiben, ohne zu schlucken, bis wir in ein paar Stunden zurückkehren.<\/p>

Wir gehen, indem wir unseren Sklaven zurücklassen, um zu schätzen, wie glücklich er ist, verwendet zu werden, verwendet ständig über einen so langen Zeitraum!<\/p>"

Goddess Jessica and I have Our slave wrapped up, helpless before Us: a bondage toy, awaiting the fate that We decree. We promised Our sub some surprises and We now confirm that We will take Our sub’s breath away, leaving him wriggling in cruel torment, all the while We will demolish his cock for fun!

Goddess Jewels lets Our boy know that “...you’re not going anywhere...” and We notice that slave E ‘s cock is already dripping wet. The sub’s breathing is already excited too, as slave E pants with desire and desperate fear at the same time. Goddess Jewels increases the pressure by sitting astride Our bound captive while I encourage Our sub to take the cock-slapping that Goddess Jewels is beginning to apply.

Our boy twitches in response to each painful stimulus that beats upon his enlarged cock. The physical jolts are like electricity through his tormented body. I turn and the slave’s eyes follow My gorgeous ass, his breathing deepens. Our slave E becomes aware that, for a few bounteous moments, the reward of My perfect ass sitting on his face will happen. The sub’s dream will be realised, My latex will smother him, and slave E’s mind will be transported. The slave begs for Me to proceed, to be seated upon him: his panting increases as I stand over him, physically representing Our respective positions in life.

Now there is no choice for him, and I slowly deny slave E any breath at all. Meanwhile Goddess Jewels torments the stiff cock that slave E cannot help but generate, his erect shaft begs for pain at Her hands. I stand and slave E gasps for air, his lungs bursting for replenishment while his brain simply desires for Me to continue, such a predicament! As Goddess Jewels continues to torment his cock, I silence slave E again as his moans of pain are silenced beneath Me.

Our combined effort becomes a challenge for Our boy, as he struggles for breath whilst his cock hurts like hell, stiff as a flagpole and dripping with lust and sheer appreciation of Our talents. I adjust my position and the slave pants furiously, attempting to hold onto his poise and sanity. Goddess Jewels orders to slave to open his eyes, She looks into his soul and laughs observing that slave E cares less about breathing right now than trying to sniff what he cannot have.

Goddess Jewels spits into the sub’s mouth and We change places as slave E’s cock remains standing fully to attention. I slap his cock, ensuring that the pain gets worse, with a rhythmic beat and demonic accuracy. Goddess Jewels takes over choking the breath out of Our boy, ensuring that She is as comfortable as slave E is not! Goddess Jewels raises the pressure, ordering slave E to writhe as She squeezes the air out of Our toy. She succeeds, as the breath is taken away from slave E. When he can speak again, he begs for more.

We swap positions, extending the slave’s suffering: he moans loudly, and We observe how tense slave E’s body is getting now, as I push the sub’s limits. Then Goddess Jewels attempts to fully overwhelm our boy, and She feels him squirming in a frantic search for breath. We have had Our fun and leave slave E immobilised, no doubt reflecting that Our slaves suffer for Us and that We control the air that Our subs breathe.

Miss Anna Elite delights in playing, using, teasing and denying her slaves! At the end of a long day, she winds down with this slave, taking his breath away, getting excited as he panics desperate for air as she sits on his face and edges him into a frenzy!

Miss Anna Elite delights in playing, using, teasing and denying her slaves! At the end of a long day, she winds down with this slave, taking his breath away, getting excited as he panics desperate for air as she sits on his face and edges him into a frenzy!

Our slave couldn't hold back his excitement earlier, and came without permission, which isn't good enough.

So now all he deserves to feel is the sting of shame in his cheeks while he tries so hard to make his flaccid cock hard again, edged in Miss Anna Elite perfect hand and cum through a barrage of verbal taunting from Us.

We find Our slave gagged and trembling with fear, quite unsure what Miss Anna Elite and I have in store for him.

We are planning an extreme fucking, relentless pounding until he can take no more, until; he is literally begging for mercy.

Beginning by inspecting his tight little hole and throbbing cock, spitting Our divine saliva into it, just preparing it fore the stretching that it's about to undertake.

Our bitch is taken from both ends, having both of his holes fucked hard and fast in whatever position We want until We are fulfilled.

We want to tease Our latex gimp into submission, and not in the usual way that springs to mind when you think tease.
Today Miss Anna Elite and I are going to use an array of many different implements to encourage his submission, some such as, the flogger and riding crops.

Even through the latex We can feel how hot his spin is getting under the relentless lashings.

He should remember, his punishment is Our pleasure and his suffering is Our enjoyment.

Both of these slaves have declared themselves to be the slave most into humiliation, and Miss Anna Elite and I are going to have Ourselves a little competition.

Making them to stroke their cocks on their knees is just the start of their torment, We want total humiliation and nothing reminds a slave of just how pathetic they are when they are licking literal dirt and sweat from Our asses and latex.

This task naturally was lapped up with ease, but they still needed to finish the humiliation race so they are ordered onto their backs as they wanked their cocks furiously.

Unfortunately one bitch boy couldn't contain his excitement and blew his beans early without asking, so he licks up all his own mess and forfeits the prize of being drenched in champagne by Us both.

Now incased in a leather bondage sack with Miss Anna Elite nylons for a gag, this desperate slut is teased some more, wanked and has Mistress working him with her wand, but he knows it is more than his life is worth to cum!