De nombreux aspects de Ma vie sont littéralement appétissants. Parfois, J'ai le sentiment que Mes soumis exigent, et en fait certains Me supplient même de recevoir, la discipline combinée du crachat et du jeu respiratoire. Je suis ravie de manifester Mon contrôle de telles manières aujourd'hui. J'ai planifié dans les moindres détails et veillerai à ce que Mon soumis soit obligé de lutter dur, afin de Me plaire.

Mon esclave est prêt, consentant et allongé sur le dos à l'intérieur d'une combinaison en latex serrée. Je sens son renflement révélateur s'exciter à l'idée de Mes lèvres brillantes, déversant un tourment dans son esprit et son corps. Mon pantalon moulant et brillant et Mon soutien-gorge mettent en valeur Ma silhouette alors que Je me penche au-dessus de Mon esclave, le dominant naturellement. J'insiste pour que Mon garçon suive Mes instructions à la lettre. Tandis que Je passe Mes doigts sur sa cagoule et décris les délices à venir, la respiration de Mon esclave est saccadée, excitée et soumise.

Je commence par remplir la bouche du soumis avec Ma salive parfaite – il ne doit pas avaler à ce stade. J'accumule couche après couche de salive, ce qui commence naturellement à empêcher une respiration facile. C'est seulement quand Je commence à voir Mon esclave se débattre avec ce processus que Je lui maintiendrai fermement les voies respiratoires fermées, aggravant ainsi sa situation !

La ligne droite de la salive qui tombe, perpendiculaire à l'esclave étendu, contraste avec Mes courbes généreuses. Je souris tandis que Je la fais goutter dans l'esclave, Mon décolleté formant le plus élégant des arrière-plans. L'esclave garde la bouche ouverte, clignant des yeux pendant que Je frôle l'excitation sous le matériau serré qui gaine sa queue dure et grandissante rapidement. Chaque goutte de salive pèse plus lourdement sur la gorge de l'esclave alors que Je le remplis inexorablement.

« Voilà ! » encouragé-je Mon garçon, avant de jouer avec sa queue et ses couilles. Le matériau serré est idéal pour tourmenter le soumis, presser ses parties génitales et obtenir des réponses immédiates et tendues. L'esclave, attaché, est incapable de faire quoi que ce soit pour s'aider et des soupirs et gémissements étouffés émanent de sa gorge inondée. Je souris d'un air entendu : cet esclave est entièrement à Mon commandement et sous Mon contrôle.

Je pelote, caresse et palpe l'esclave à travers la combinaison en latex. Je saisis sa gorge et le maintiens solidement, tout en continuant à faire goutter Ma salive dans sa bouche. J'intensifie l'excitation du edging, le frottant et faisant palpiter la queue de l'esclave et augmenter ses gargouillis. Je submerge les sens de l'esclave, le menant au bord, lui remplissant la bouche, ayant constamment son champ visuel plein de Femelle dominante, de beauté féminine et de Mon contrôle. Les taquineries, les tourments et le remplissage de la gorge font leur effet, et Mon soumis commence à se débattre avec chaque élément de cet entraînement. Les yeux de l'esclave se ferment alors qu'il lutte pour maintenir le maintien que J'exige de lui.

Les lèvres de l'esclave sont retroussées, légèrement comme celles d'un poisson, maintenant que Je continue d'inonder son gosier. Alors que sa respiration devient plus bruyante, Je lui pince le nez, maintenant les voies respiratoires bien fermées. L'esclave remue dans ses liens, désespéré d'air. Cette fois-ci, Je lui permets de respirer et ris profondément tandis qu'il tente de haleter avec la bouche pleine de Ma salive. Je répète le pincement et l'esclave réagit chaque fois plus fortement.

J'agace l'esprit de Mon esclave, discutant de lui permettre d'avaler. Comme la tête du soumis hoche vigoureusement, acceptant qu'il devrait inhaler, Je le regarnis avec encore plus de salive délicieuse. Puis, toutes les voies respiratoires bloquées, Je fais lentement le compte à rebours avant de lui permettre d'avaler. Mon garçon cherche bruyamment de l'air, dramatiquement, ses poumons brûlant sous l'effort et son cerveau sans doute en mode panique. Au moment où le clip se termine, Mon soumis engloutit toujours de l'air, aussi voracement qu'il avait aspiré Ma salive.

Quel esclave chanceux de M'avoir si proche, contrôlant chacun de ses gestes et chacune de ses respirations ! Apprécier, vénérer, adorer et goûter Ma salive est un privilège qui se mérite. Respirer en tant que Mon esclave est un don que J'accorde et qui devrait être précieusement conservé.

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!

Quelle merveille que d'être utilisé comme réceptacle à déchets pour notre crachat ! La déesse des bijoux et moi avons sécurisé notre esclave qui va bientôt découvrir les délices de sa position, un crachoir humain ! Je commande à notre soumis d'ouvrir grand, et je commence à remplir notre seau à crachat sans délai. Ma précision est infaillible, et je commande à notre garçon : "Ne l'avale pas ! Je veux que tu le gardes à l'intérieur." Notre esclave est tellement une salope chanceuse !<\/p>

La déesse des bijoux prend le relais du double team : Nous construisons une goutte dans une flaque, dans un étang et ainsi de suite avec notre salive sensuelle. La déesse des bijoux s'assure d'humilier davantage notre crachoir en confirmant son statut : "… absolument sans valeur …" - en disant la vérité à notre esclave sans pouvoir. Elle continue ensuite à faire couler sa salive dans l'esclave, qui est reconnaissant pour tout ce que deux Superieures Femelles lui donnent.<\/p>

Nous échangeons et je démontre mon contrôle pour que tous le voient, faisant couler ma salive entre mes seins dans la bouche du soumis. Pendant ce temps, la déesse des bijoux est montée à bord de notre esclave et continue d'ajouter ses bénédictions liquides dans le trou assoiffé de l'esclave. La gorge de l'esclave se remplit rapidement maintenant, et sa respiration devient laborieuse alors que l'esclave ressent le poids de notre salive contre l'arrière de sa gorge.<\/p>

Nous rions alors que nous continuons à ajouter à la tâche du crachoir, le travaillant, le faisant anticiper d'où proviendra notre prochaine fontaine de délice de crachat. Notre garçon déplace sa bouche pour attraper chaque goutte, ce qui est trop facile pour la déesse des bijoux ! Elle commence à tapoter les noix de l'esclave, rendant la vie difficile pour le soumis et son excitation se construit avec cette attention.<\/p>

La déesse des bijoux regarde profondément dans les yeux de notre esclave, ratissant sur son âme alors qu'elle ajoute plus de salive. Nous échangeons à nouveau et le soumis est essoufflé maintenant, luttant pour respirer dans son masque en latex. Nous vérifions la profondeur atteinte par notre salive, et la bouche de l'esclave est montrée pour être pleine à ras bord de notre crachat. Bien sûr, cela n'arrêtera pas la déesse des bijoux d'ajouter à la charge. J'achève le crachat, et nous commandons à notre esclave de rester, sans avaler, jusqu'à ce que nous revenions dans quelques heures de temps.<\/p>

Nous partons, laissant notre esclave apprécier à quel point il est chanceux d'être utilisé, utilisé constamment sur une période de temps aussi prolongée !<\/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!