Madame Marissa - Try to lift us, if you want to breathe!

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Madame Marissa - Try to lift us, if you want to breathe!

chest, causing me to press down on his face even harder! Hes gonna have a hard time breathing under all that weight, but we wont stop until he cant lift us anymore. We both love the feeling of our fat asses squishing his face and we want him to know who's in control. If he wants to breathe again, hes gonna have to lift us!

My name is Madame Marissa, and I have a passion for dominating my slaves. Today, I am joined by Lady Nora, and together, we plan to make this slave submit entirely to our will. We begin by having him kneel in front of us, his face just inches from our sweaty, heavy bodies. Lady Nora takes the lead, straddling his chest with her plump rump, her thighs spread wide. She invites me to join her, and I do so eagerly.

Slowly, we lower ourselves onto his face, our hefty asses crushing against his nose and mouth, muffling his cries. With a smug grin, Lady Nora and I exchange a knowing glance. This is where the real fun begins. We take turns sitting on his face, increasing the duration each time. The more we sit, the harder it becomes for him to breathe, let alone lift us off.

As time passes, our asses grow heavier, and the more pressure we put on his face. It's amazing how quick he goes from being strong to weak under our weight. It's almost as if he's losing his will to live! We continuously switch positions, occasionally sitting on his face together, increasing the weight and suffocation.

The slave tries desperately to lift us off his face, his muscles straining under the immense pressure. But it's clear he's reaching his limits. Sweat beads on his forehead as he gasps for air, his chest heaving up and down. Yet, he doesn't give up. He knows that if he can lift us, he can breathe again.

Lady Nora decides to push the slave to his absolute limits. She sits down on my chest, pressing me firmly against him. Her weight adds to mine, making it nearly impossible for him to move. Her smirk deepens as she watches him struggle, knowing that only one option remains.

With a final burst of strength, the slave manages to lift us off his face. We both gasp for air, our bodies shaking with the effort. But there's no time to rest. The slave must now lift us both again, this time with the added weight of Lady Nora on my chest. His face is red and swollen, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he has no choice. If he wants to breathe, he must obey.

And so, the game continues. Round after round, the slave pushes himself to his limit, lifting us higher and higher with each attempt. It's a testament to his strength and willpower that he can even attempt it. But eventually, even he reaches his breaking point. His arms tremble, his shoulders shake, and he collapses under our weight, gasping for air.

The victory is ours. We've broken this slave completely, made him realize who is in control. And we'll continue to do so until he learns his place. As we watch him struggle to catch his breath, Lady Nora and I exchange a satisfied glance. If he wants to breathe again, he'll have to try harder next time.

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