My chattel Bound to be Under My ass

Bound and positioned as the perfect seat, my chattel serves as my cushioned throne. His face cradles my weight with eager devotion, his chastity-strapped dicklet straining against his panties. I savor every moment of teasing, grinding myself against his nose, relishing his muffled attempts to praise my ass. Silence suits him better—his soaked chastity speaks volumes. He exists beneath me, locked away, denied pleasure while I indulge in his submission.

Face sitting and ass smothering are my rewards; his only role is to obey, to endure, and to remain useless beneath my control.