Miss Roper

It's time to completely dehumanize this twat. Brutally full weight ass smothering him until he is squirming and struggling in a panic underneath me. I find such amusement in watching him turn different shades of color underneath me. Taunting him with the sight of my ass which he only gets for moments when I lift up to adjust. Then PLOP, back down I go. Butt dropping right onto his nose and mouth. Smashing in his features. It's no use for my human sofa. I don't plan on letting up until my ass is warmed and I'm properly satisfied. And who knows how long that might be...

Such a lucky, locked gimp. Laced in layers of chain and restrictive leather bondage belts. Encased in a sensory deprivation hood with merely a small hole to breath out of. His chastity cage straining in between his legs. Such a vulnerable predicament I've placed this gimp in. So dehumanizing. I'm going to turn him into nothing more than an object. Something for me to press my full weight into. Something for me to toy and play with as I interlock my leather fingers across that single hole meant for air. But as an object. It really isn't in need of air. Not in my eyes. I'm going to challenge this few found "couch" to see how much he can take. And when I'm satisfied? I plan on letting a few of my friends know so that they may have a seat themselves.

I have completely dehumanized, and restrained what was once a "man". Now, it's nothing more than a bench on the floor. A cushion for my shiny ass so it doesn't grace the cold, hard floor of this dungeon room. Layered in cling wrap. Duct tape gagged. Chained to the ceiling. It's truly going nowhere, but underneath me. I press my full weight into it in a variety of positions to test it's endurance. It withstands it all. And as it should, being mere furniture. I even decide to "break it in" a bit with a few unexpecting butt drops. Ensuring that it is only soft and warm underneath my precious shiny rump. The furniture, is even color changing!

I have completely dehumanized, and restrained what was once a "man". Now, it's nothing more than a bench on the floor. A cushion for my shiny ass so it doesn't grace the cold, hard floor of this dungeon room. Layered in cling wrap. Duct tape gagged. Chained to the ceiling. It's truly going nowhere, but underneath me. I press my full weight into it in a variety of positions to test it's endurance. It withstands it all. And as it should, being mere furniture. I even decide to "break it in" a bit with a few unexpecting butt drops. Ensuring that it is only soft and warm underneath my precious shiny rump. The furniture, is even color changing!

I love sharing my little collective of sluts with friends. That's why Goddess Fina and I are about to have quite the fun today shoving Maria's face right in between our sweaty cheeks. I want to make a sub sandwich! Squishing her head between both Goddess Fina and I's plump rumps. She looks so much better underneath us, pressed down into the floor from the weight of our booties. We rough her up so good, that her eyelashes and makeup comes off and transfers onto our cheeks. What a splendid, sweaty sub sandwich Maria makes.