I'm lying on my stomach on the bed, my massive cheeks filling the frame, my thong wedged tight between them. I order him behind me to sniff my ass through my tiny thong.. He obeys desperately, his face pressed into my crack, sniffing my musky scent through the fabric while I mock how eagerly he worships my ass.

Then I command him to remove my thong himself, watching his trembling fingers drag it down over my cheeks. My bare, sweaty asshole is exposed, and I demand he bury his nose as deep as it goes. His nose presses into my tight hole, his tongue dragging across my crack as I grind back against his face, making him worship every inch of my bare ass until his brain is complete mush.

Just in time for Halloween, my durable seat gets the scariest session of his life. Dressed in my sexy Halloween underwear, I climb on for round four - and this is easily the most brutal one yet.

It starts with my thick ass planted FULL WEIGHT on his face, his screams completely muffled under these juicy cheeks. But this time I'm bringing something new to the party... BELLY FLOPS. That's right - my big soft belly comes crashing down onto his body over and over, knocking the wind out of him before my ass even gets a chance to.

Then it's chest sitting time - my full weight perched on his ribcage while he wheezes underneath me. And because he's been such a good little piece of furniture? Butt drops. On his chest. On his face. My fat ass slamming down again and again while he twitches, gasps and begs into my cheeks.

Some people carve pumpkins for Halloween. I carve the air out of my seat's lungs.

Full weight. Belly flops. Butt drops. A seat completely crushed under my Halloween spell.

Which would YOU rather be - my trick or my treat?

One lucky sub. Two Dominants. A very thorough lesson in ass worship.

I'm kneeling on the sofa with my bare ass in his face while my Dom friend stands behind me, controlling our naked sub kneeling on the floor. He grabs the sub's head and pushes it deep between my cheeks, making him sniff and kiss my asshole over and over while I give him instructions. He doesn't get to move, breathe, or lick unless we say so. His face belongs to my ass, and my Dom friend makes sure of it.

Then we switch. I take control of the sub's head, guiding it between my Dom friend's cheeks, ordering the sub to sniff deep and rim his asshole while I narrate every command. Two Doms, perfectly in sync, training one desperate tongue.

He worships on command. He breathes on command. He exists to serve both of our asses. This is what real couple domination looks like.

I've got him right where I want him: flat on the bed, wrists bound, legs tied, completely at the mercy of my thick, powerful ass.

There's no escape and he knows it. I climb on top, lower my juicy cheeks onto his face, and settle in for a long, breathtaking ride. Every wiggle of my hips seals his fate as I grind deeper, smothering him under my full weight while he squirms helplessly beneath me.

Just when he thinks he's getting air, I lift up... only to come crashing back down with slow, deliberate buttdrops across his chest. Each impact knocks the wind out of him, my heavy cheeks bouncing on his bound body while I laugh at his struggle.

To make it worse? A cruel countdown. He has to survive under my ass until I reach zero. But every time he gets close, the rules change. Because I said so.

Bound, smothered, crushed, and denied. Exactly where a good sub belongs.

Would you survive under my ass? Or tap out like the weak little thing you are?

I pull on his favourite black booty shorts, letting the tight fabric cling to every curve of my massive ass, already soaked with my sweat and musk from hours of wear. Then I sit down, smothering his face completely, his nose buried in my crack through the thin cotton. "Sniff it in while you jerk your cock." He obeys instantly, sniffing my shorts like oxygen while his hand pumps frantically beneath me, muffled moans vibrating against my thick cheeks.

I grind slow and deliberate, letting the fabric soak up more of my heat, mocking how hard he gets from nothing but my musky scent through cotton. He throbs, leaks, begs into my crack, desperate for release. Then I finally give him permission: he explodes beneath me, ruined and grateful, his face still buried in my sweaty shorts while I laugh at his miserable, obedient mess.

He's naked, tied up on the floor, and completely at our mercy. My Dom friend and I own his face tonight, and we're taking turns.

One of us plants our bare ass on his face while the other watches him struggle, then we swap. He sniffs deep on command, tongue out and ready to rim our assholes while his hands pull uselessly at his restraints. We grind down harder when he squirms, smothering him until he's gasping for air between licks.

He's not a person to us. He's a seat, a tongue, and a toy for our asses to use. Ass worship, facesitting, and total humiliation, delivered by both Doms at once.

By the end he's breathless, dripping, and begging to serve us again. We might let him. We might not.

Every good seat earns a promotion. Eventually. In Part 3, my durable seat gets the only reward he's ever truly deserved - full access to my perfect asshole. But don't get it twisted: he's still furniture first, tongue second.

It starts the way he knows best - my thick, juicy ass planted FULL WEIGHT on his face, his nose buried deep between my cheeks with every ounce of my weight crushing down on him. But this time, when I lift just enough for him to gasp, there's only one job waiting for that pathetic tongue: WORSHIP.

Sniff it. Lick it. Kiss it. I make him devote himself to my asshole like the ass-worshipping loser he is, his tongue working desperately between my cheeks while I grind down and remind him exactly what he's breathing. Every lick earns him a little more air. Every kiss earns him a little more weight. His rewards and his punishments are the same thing at this point And because I'm feeling generous, I mix it up - light butt drops bouncing my fat cheeks against his face while his tongue never stops working, plus some chest sitting so he can stare up at these big boobs while he catches what's left of his breath. Aww, look at me being nice to my furniture.

Full weight. Full access. Full worship. This seat just got the upgrade of his sad little life.

Would YOU give up before you finished worshipping?

The final part of a real, in-person session, and I've saved the most dangerous one for last. Now he doesn't just worship my ass. He has to do it while trying not to lose control.

I start by sitting my bare ass right down on his face, smothering him with the same sweaty hole he's been serving all session. Then I give him the only reward he's earned: permission to stroke. But there's a condition. He keeps his tongue buried in my tight asshole while he jerks, rimming me with every pump of his fist, worshipping my hole as his own hand pushes him closer and closer to the edge.

I feel his tongue slow down as he gets dumber and dumber for my ass, so I remind him who's in charge. When I finally let him cum, he explodes for my asshole, moaning into my cheeks as he sprays everything, completely drained and completely owned.

That's what a session with me looks like. Four parts, one broken slave, and an ass he'll never forget.

Partie 3 d'une session réelle en personne, et la langue de mon esclave s'apprête à faire un exercice bien plus profond.

Cette fois, je suis allongée à plat ventre, cul en l'air et totalement en contrôle, avec son visage exactement là où il doit être : entre mes fesses. Je m'écarte, lui indique exactement comment je veux que mon trou du cul en sueur soit léché, et il obéit. Lents coups de langue, langue profonde, longues et dévouées caresses de haut en bas de ma raie. Je lui dis quand aller plus profond, quand accélérer, quand aplatir sa langue et m'adorer comme le lèche-cul bien dressé qu'il est.

On ne me presse pas. Je reste allongée, détendue et dominante, le faisant travailler chaque seconde avec sa langue enfouie dans mon trou, me léchant l'anus exactement sur mon ordre. Chaque instruction qu'il suit, chaque coup de langue qu'il donne, tout cela n'est que la preuve supplémentaire de ce à quoi il sert : garder mon cul satisfait.

Il a été écrasé, forcé à renifler, et maintenant il a la langue enfouie. Il reste une partie, et je réserve la plus cruelle pour la fin.

I sit down slow, letting my massive cheeks swallow his face completely, his nose pressing deep between them where it belongs. I grind against him, feeling his desperate inhales vibrate through my body as my scent floods what's left of his pathetic brain. This is conditioning. This is ownership. Every sniff wires him deeper into addiction.

Halfway through, I give him a rare privilege. "Pull my panties aside." His trembling fingers hook into the fabric and drag it aside, exposing my bare, sweaty asshole before I plant my naked cheeks right back onto his face. No barrier now. Just raw, musky flesh sealed against his nostrils. By the time I'm done, he's mine completely, his brain rewired to crave nothing but the smell of my asshole.

The reunion is over. Now the real fun begins.

My durable seat thought Part 1 was rough? Poor thing. In Part 2, all pretence of gentleness is gone - I plant my thick, juicy ass fully on his face and drop my ENTIRE weight onto him. No light perching, no mercy sitting. Just 100% of this big round booty crushing his pathetic little face into the floor where it belongs.

And because a good seat should never get too comfortable, I add some butt drops to his suffering. Climbing up and slamming my fat ass cheeks down onto his chest and face over and over, each impact knocking what little air he had left right out of his lungs. The way he twitches and gasps underneath me? Absolutely delicious.

But the highlight of this session? Countdown fun. I give my seat a choice - well, "choice". I sit full weight and count down from 10 while he struggles for every scrap of air under my smothering cheeks. Make it to zero and I might lift... might. His muffled begging between counts had me laughing so hard I nearly bounced right off him. Nearly.

Big booty. Full weight. Zero respect. That's all my furniture is good for - and this seat is built to last.

Partie 2 d'une session réelle, en personne, et le plaisir ne fait que commencer pour moi. Pour lui ? Pas tellement.

Après avoir été écrasé sous tout mon poids dans la partie 1, mon esclave reçoit maintenant sa prochaine tâche : mon trou du cul en sueur, juste en face de lui. Je monte sur lui, j'écarte mes fesses, et je presse mon trou contre son nez, le faisant inhaler chaque dernier morceau de mon odeur. Pas d'échappatoire, pas de pause, juste son visage enfoui profondément entre mes fesses, reniflant exactement ce que je lui dis de renifler.

Puis vient le léchage. Je lui fais sortir la langue et lécher mon trou du cul en sueur comme le lèche-cul qu'il est né pour être, lapant mon trou serré pendant que je m'assois et profite de son service. Il travaille cette langue désespérément, vénérant chaque centimètre de ma raie, pendant que je lui rappelle à quel point il a de la chance d'être autorisé à être aussi proche.

Sa langue, mon plaisir, son but. Et avec deux autres parties à venir, il est loin d'en avoir fini de souffrir pour mon cul.