Locked helplessly inside my box with his cock trapped securely in chastity, my slave thought he stood a chance at earning his freedom. The rules of my game are simple: endure the ticking timer beneath my heavy ass and survive the intense vibrator buzzing against his locked cage without tapping out. If he lasts until the timer runs out, he gets the key. If he breaks, he stays locked .. and faces the consequences. :)

Looking irresistible in my tight pink bodysuit, I take my seat directly over his face, completely cutting off his air while the relentless vibrations drive him crazy. Every second becomes an agonizing battle between the need to breathe under my curves and the overwhelming desire to escape his cage.

Did you really think he had the discipline to win his release? Watch him struggle, smothered, and inevitably break under the pressure. Tapping out means failing - and failure guarantees he stays locked up tight while receiving a well-deserved, humiliating punishment.

Did you really think I didn't notice you staring at me all through class? Every single time I walked by or bent down, your eyes were glued to my ass. And to make it worse, you just had to brag to all your friends about how easily you were going to get me. Huge mistake. Now things have changed and i tricked you.

Did you really think I didn't notice you staring at me all through class? Every single time I walked by or bent down, your eyes were glued to my ass. And to make it worse, you just had to brag to all your friends about how easily you were going to get me. Huge mistake. Now things have changed and i tricked you.

Now you're finally awake, locked tight inside my box. You can't move an inch, your face is staring straight up, and the only thing you get to look at is the exact view you couldn't stop dreaming about. But this isn't a reward, it's a game. You have to survive my rules while I plant my fat ass directly over your nose and mouth. With every countdown, I completely cut off your air, and there is not a single thing you can do except pray that I lift up before you black out.

The best part, though, is that my bladder is bursting. I really needed to use the bathroom, but why would I bother walking away when I have you trapped right beneath me? I decide to make a game out of completely soaking your face. My panties get drenched in my warm piss, sticking to your skin and making it impossible for you to draw a decent breath. You wanted my ass closer than anyone else, and now you're literally smothered in it. 16 full minutes of pure, helpless smothering and pissing are waiting for you, so grab the clip and find out what happens when you mess with the wrong schoolgirl.

Think you're good at word games? My slave found out the hard way that losing to me has severe consequences. I bound him tight in Saran wrap, leaving him completely helpless, and decided to play a little game of Hangman. The rules were simple: every wrong letter meant a brutal punishment.

I dominated him with a heavy schoolgirl pin, crushing his chest and face.

As the game went on and he kept failing, the punishments escalated to intense facesitting and tight headscissors. To raise the stakes, I peeled off my gym leggings right in front of him. While he was already desperate for air, I wrapped my heavily sweated gym panties directly around his head, making him to inhale my scent with every shallow gasp. He took every punishment until the very end where he won. His throphy was complete helpless KO smother. Watch him squirm and take every ounce of me. :P

He's locked in my smother box, wrapped tight in saran wrap like a little

present — and he's NOT allowed to cum. Not once. I sit down on his face

in my cute little shorts and explain the game: he gets three tabs, and

after that he gets smothered. Before every round I roll the dice, and

whatever number comes up decides how long my ass stays glued to his

face. And while he's under me, fighting for every single breath, I'm

playing with a vibrator on his cock. Try holding your breath now, loser.

He almost made it. He was ONE round away from his reward. Then he came

— and had to tap. Two little taps and it was over. Fail. So I stand up,

slide my shorts down, pull them right over his face and piss on them.

Now he's breathing through my warm, soaked shorts while I sit back down

on him. Every time he gets close to the edge I press a little harder,

smothering him over and over until he faints under me. Just to make it

even harder for him, I let go again — all over him. The dice don't care

how badly he wants air.

And then, the finish: I take off the black panties I was wearing

underneath and stuff them straight into his mouth. Now he's completely

mine — wrapped in saran wrap, locked in my box, my panties in his mouth,

my wet shorts over his face and my breathtaking ass planted on top of

it all. He's not getting out of this one. Smotherbox breath play, dice

game, vibrator punishment, wet shorts smothering, fainting, pee, panty gag

and full weight facesitting — the whole game in one clip.

Welcome to your ultimate Smotherbox POV, loser.

In this session, there is absolutely no escape. I am wearing a pair of panties that leaves my asshole completely exposed—just to make damn sure that you have zero chance of breathing past my ass. If you manage to catch even a sliver of air today, it’s only going to be whatever air is left right around my asshole. Haha.

I drop my heavy weight onto your face again and again, and I know exactly what is going through your mind: Am I even going to survive this session? I sit on you for agonizingly long stretches, giving you only the shortest, most pathetic gasps of air. Just when you think you can breathe... BAM. My ass is slammed right back down onto your nose and mouth. You can't breathe at all.

Oh, you want air? Here you go: I bounce, standing up and sitting back down in rapid succession. You are made to take short, panicked breaths until you are completely hyperventilating under me. And right when you absolutely cannot take it anymore... I drop down heavy, and I stay there. You are done! Haha.

Okay, I’ll give you one last chance. I stand up and give you a direct command: Exhale.

As you push your very last breath out, I sit down completely. The last thing you hear are my words, "I never get up." Everything slowly goes black, and you gently go to dreamland under my ass. ;)

Bye slave, next please.

12 minutes of pure ass worship and facesitting domination.

It starts with me in tiny shorts over a thong, pressing him against the wall. I shove my ass right into his face and don't let up - rubbing it in slow circles while he motorboats me like his life depends on it. Then comes the wedgie: I pull my shorts deep up my crack and keep smothering him through the fabric. I take it out... and wedge them right back in again, grinding harder each time.

At the 3-minute mark the shorts come off. Now it's just my bare thong-clad ass buried in his face .- deeper, heavier. I sit down full-weight and let him feel every pound pressing into his nose and mouth.

The final 4 minutes? He's on his knees behind me as I bend over the bed. I arch lower and lower, twerking and rubbing everything into his face while he desperately tries to bury himself deeper between my cheeks. No escape. Just my ass, his face, and complete worship.

I let him get a super quick, lucky pin right at the start. I tapped out like a good sport - but before he could even grab the phone for my penalty, I rolled onto my stomach, stuck my ass out, and started complaining out loud about how the caged loser almost took my massive thighs home with him... almost

Naturally he leaned in to inspect. The second he got close, my legs snapped shut around his head - headscissor, instant tap. I laughed right in his face. Told him he walked straight into my trap and now he's mine. OOPS

He tried to protest, so I waved his cage key in front of his eyes and threatened to make his release date once every three months because he still hadn't picked my penalty. I checked my phone - first handicap: hands tied behind back. Even better: I taped a vibrator to the cage and cranked it to high. From round two on, he's bound, buzzing, and completely distracted :)

With his hands tied, I took him down easy. Heavy facesit. Thigh smother. He tapped - I ignored it for an extra thirty seconds. When I finally let him breathe, I told him he tapped with the wrong hand. New secret rule: extra smothering for him.

Another loss - feet tied, blindfold on. He couldn't see a thing I was doing. When I announced a "break between rounds," I just locked him into a standard headscissor and told him to enjoy his rest.

Eventually he was completely broken. I told him I was feeling generous: he could cum, but he had to earn the key. I dropped it down my waistband, right against my ass. Hands tied behind his back - he had to fish it out with his mouth while I locked him into a reverse scissor. The sound of him struggling and drooling through it was perfect.

He finally got the key. I unlocked the cage. Then, before I ever touched him, I shoved a dirty sock into his mouth. Now he had to mumble and beg through the gag just to get a chance at release.

Then came the finish. I locked him into that brutal reverse thigh choke, grabbed the stroker, and started milking. Every time he climbed close to the edge, I stopped the toy, squeezed my thighs around his throat, and cut off his air. Edge. Edge. Edge. Two, three rounds - just to drive him completely insane.

When I finally allowed him to cum, I squeezed the choke even harder and pumped aggressively until he shot - and then KO right after hahha

If you want to see a cocky sub reduced to a gagged, edged, choked, KO mess - this is the one :)

It is unbearably hot today, and I am drenched in sweat after my workout - and my slave is about to experience every single drop of it. He is lying completely helpless on my bed, arms bound tight, as I tower over him in my tight black leggings. I drop right onto him, making it instantly clear that he is entirely at my mercy and I can do whatever the hell I want with him.

First, I lock his head securely between my thighs. I trap him in a brutal headscissors from behind, squeezing until he groans in pure agony. Hearing him whimper brings me so much joy! Of course, we have to do the exact same thing from the front, and in this position, I make him to take a deep, deep breath of my sweaty, post-workout crotch.

After standing up for a brief second, I drop right back down onto his stupid face - this time with my absolute full weight. You can clearly see how much pain he is in, but I couldn't care less. Seeing him struggle only makes me laugh, which pulls my weight down even harder onto his airways.

Around the halfway mark, it's time for my feet. I turn around and make him to inhale my filthy, sweaty gym socks. He has to sniff both of them thoroughly and lick them completely clean from top to bottom. But I'm not done teasing him. My feet go right into his mouth for some intense, deep footgagging. To wrap things up, I stuff that wet, sweaty sock hard into his mouth and slam my full weight right back down onto his skull. Suffer, slave! Enjoy suffering under my ass.

Ready to see what happens when a slave's brain capacity can't match my ass capacity?

In this video, I’ve locked my helpless loser into my smotherbox for a high-stakes trivia game. The rules were simple: answer right, and he gets a nice, stimulating reward. Answer wrong, and my massive ass comes down to Smother him.

He started off struggling under my panties, and it didn't take long for the punishments to escalate. I stuffed a sweaty sock right in his face to make breathing even harder. But then we reached the ultimate final round. The ultimatum? Answer three questions correctly to cum, or get one wrong and get completely smothered KO.

Honestly, I couldn't even hear his final answer because my big fat ass was pressing down way too hard on his face. Right before his lungs gave out, I made sure to rip a fat, nasty fart straight into his nose just giving him a little bit of "air" before he completely succumbed to his fate and went KO under me.

Short, brutal, and a total dream come true for face-sitting and breath-control lovers. Grab it now and watch him completely fade away under my weight!

There is no winning. There is only pulse.

I trapped my slave in the smotherbox, wrists bound, mouth taped shut. No begging. No excuses. Just his heartbeat on a live monitor — and my bladder, full and waiting.

THE GAME:

I empty my first load all over his face. He's soaked. He's shocked. He's already panicking. Then the real game begins.

He has 5 minutes to get his pulse UNDER 100 BPM. If he fails — and he WILL fail — I turn around, squat over the box, and release another wave directly onto his nose. Try breathing through that.

But here's the cruelty: during those 5 minutes, I do everything to keep his heart racing.

I smother him with my full weight. My thick white panties press down until there's nothing but ass and smothering. I fart. I hold a vibrator to his cock and edge him toward orgasm just to watch his pulse spike. Every time he gets close to calming down, I find a new way to break him.

He gasps. He thrashes. His pulse hits 130. 140. 150.

The panties come OFF. Now it's my bare, sweaty ass — no barrier, no mercy, no air. He panics so hard he DAMAGES the box.

This is a game designed to be lost. I drink. I hold. I piss. I smother. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

There is no safe word for my bladder.

Are you ready for a little game under my desk? You're lying helpless in my smother box, exactly where I want you, experiencing the whole thing in pure POV, as if you were truly right under me. I specifically put on my tight, heavy leather pants to make it really hard for you right from the start. You know just as well as I do that absolutely no air gets through this material – and it also hurts your face really nicely when I drop my full weight onto you. We're playing a little dice game: I make myself comfortable on top of you and roll the dice. The number rolled decides entirely how hard and how long you'll be smothered by me in this round. Your fate literally lies with the dice.

The session is a full 20 minutes long, and we play a total of six or seven agonizing rounds. If you think the leather pants are merciless, just wait until we reach the halfway mark. After about ten minutes, I take the pants off. What might sound like a relief to you at first quickly becomes your absolute downfall: now there is only bare skin on your face. The direct contact creates a vacuum seal, it's completely airtight now, and breathing becomes almost impossible for you. Every time I drop down onto you, you feel my full dominance while you desperately gasp for air and try to endure my ruthless game.

But don't worry, if you last until the end, you'll get your well-deserved reward. I turn around and hover right over you, so my pussy is right above your nose and mouth. Then I just let it flow. At last i take my dirty, sweaty gym sock, soak it with pleasure in the fresh piss that you spilled, and stuff it deep into your mouth as a gag. That's exactly how I'll leave you lying in your box – defenseless, filthy, and humiliated – until I might have a use for you again tonight.

I just have to tell you about this unbelievable session because it was hands down the hardest one he has ever experienced. I set up this incredibly tight smotherbox right under the desk and I was wearing my absolute stiffest, tightest denim jeans. To make things really fun for myself, I came up with a little game on my phone using a Wheel of Fortune to decide his fate.

The wheel landed on everything from ten brutal butt drops and 30 seconds of merciless grinding directly on his face, to a full minute of my full weight or two whole minutes of me just sitting there and completely ignoring him. The only way out for him was to cum. There were a few short moments of stimulation on the wheel, but with all the turbulence and the heavy smothering, reaching that point was incredibly difficult for him.

That just made the whole session so much more entertaining for me. He told me afterwards he had never felt such pain before ? you absolutely have to check out the before and after picture, it speaks volumes. After about 20 minutes of pure pain, he finally hit the jackpot and I took the jeans off, but by then he was already completely ruined. And if you think he was saved after his orgasm, you are wrong. For the finale I put him through a intense post-orgasmic stimulance, ruthlessly continuing to stimulate him with a fake pussy even though he was already completely spent.

He will definitely be wearing these marks on his face for days hahaha