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.

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.

This is the first of four parts from a real, in-person session I filmed with my slave. No scripts, no mercy, just me and my perfect ass putting him exactly where he belongs: flat on his back with his face buried under me. We start slow, almost polite. I lower myself onto him lightly, letting him feel the weight of what’s coming, teasing him with just enough pressure to make him nervous. But I don’t stay polite for long. I settle in, shift my hips, and let my full weight drop onto his face. All of it. Every soft, heavy curve pressing down until he’s completely pinned and struggling to breathe. I love watching him panic. I love feeling his nose squashed against me, his mouth smothered, his body twitching as he realizes he’s not getting up until I decide he’s had enough. And I haven’t had enough yet. I stay planted, grinding down, listening to his muffled gasps, watching him squirm harder and harder while I sit comfortably on his throne. This is only the beginning. Three more parts to go, and he’s already breaking.