Mistress Ziva Fey Is Testing Her New Slave’s Ability To Serve Under Her Perfect Body. Furniture doesn’t need to breathe or move. She has the slave blindfolded, in bondage, a metal chastity, chained to a table. Her perfect ass and pussy are framed in Her incredibly sexy, black PVC leotard, Her pussy lips bulging out of either side of the thong, Her muscular ass cheeks sticking out like a shelf. She has a pad and pen and is taking careful notes:

“Ok bitch, we’re going to test your breath control today. Since you’re going to serve as my furniture-among other things-you need to be trai...

Mistress Ziva Fey Is Testing Her New Slave’s Ability To Serve Under Her Perfect Body. Furniture doesn’t need to breathe or move. She has the slave blindfolded, in bondage, a metal chastity, chained to a table. Her perfect ass and pussy are framed in Her incredibly sexy, black PVC leotard, Her pussy lips bulging out of either side of the thong, Her muscular ass cheeks sticking out like a shelf. She has a pad and pen and is taking careful notes:

“Ok bitch, we’re going to test your breath control today. Since you’re going to serve as my furniture-among other things-you need to be trained to serve first. Furniture doesn’t move or BREATHE.”

She quickly walks up to the slave’s face, who can’t see Her coming, and plops Her thong-covered pussy onto his face with Her full weight, leaning back onto the slave’s face. With Her full weight pinning the slave’s head down and chained to the table, all the slave can do is make muffled noises. She gets up suddenly, the slave gasping for breath:

“We’re going to stat out at 15 seconds, but if you struggle too much that will make the test results irrelevant and we’ll just have to start over again.”

She suddenly sits back down on the slave’s face, straddling him with Her PVC-covered pussy before he can take a breath. She lifts Her feet off the floor, centering all of Her body weight on his face. She squeezes Her thighs over his ears, Her ass cheeks flopping out on either side of his head. She briefly lifts up Her ass cheeks, giving the slave a quick frantic gasp for precious air. But She only allows a breath or two before releasing Her perfect cheeks, which slap back onto both sides of his face and seal his airways tight once again.

“It took you almost four seconds to thank me for the breath I gave you after the last smother. So, there has to be a punishment”

She retrieves a few clothespins and starts attaching them to the slave’s exposed balls, making the slave screech in pain, then sits Her perfect ass back on the slave’s face, straddling his head with both muscular legs.

“Ok, now it’s 25 seconds, and I’m gonna do some exercises on your worthless face. It will be a big improvement on your looks”

She plants Her ass on his face, causing it and starts doing leg lifts, counting them out....

To Be Continued In Part II: Smothering 101 : Final Exam-Grade F