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.

Part 3 of a real, in-person session, and my slave's tongue is about to get a much deeper workout.

This time I'm lying flat on my stomach, ass up and completely in control, with his face right where it belongs: between my cheeks. I spread myself open, instruct him exactly how I want my sweaty asshole licked, and he obeys. Slow licks, deep tongue, long, dedicated strokes up and down my crack. I tell him when to go deeper, when to speed up, when to flatten his tongue and worship me like the well-trained asslicker he is.

There's no rushing me. I lie there relaxed and dominant, making him work for every second with his tongue buried in my hole, rimming me exactly on my command. Every instruction he follows, every lick he gives, all of it is just further proof of what he's for: keeping my ass pleased.

He's been crushed, made to sniff, and now he's tongue-deep. One part left, and I'm saving the cruelest for last.

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.

Part 2 of a real, in-person session, and the fun is just getting started for me. For him? Not so much.

After being crushed under my full weight in Part 1, my slave now gets his next task: my sweaty asshole, right in his face. I climb on, spread my cheeks, and press my pucker against his nose, making him inhale every last bit of my scent. No escape, no break, just his face buried deep between my cheeks, sniffing exactly what I tell him to sniff.

Then comes the licking. I make him stick out his tongue and rim my sweaty asshole like the asslicker he was born to be, lapping at my tight hole while I sit back and enjoy his service. He works that tongue desperately, worshipping every inch of my crack, while I remind him how lucky he is to even be allowed this close.

His tongue, my pleasure, his purpose. And with two more parts still to come, he's nowhere near done suffering for my ass.