A very good boy is laying on his back, waiting with bated breathe to feel the power of my weight bearing down on his face. To ensure complete devotion, I bind him to the table with rope. I want to make sure he can't move, can't even tap to indicate when he needs to come up for air. When around me, the only air you need is what I provide. I love pushing my good boys to their limit: not knowing if I'll lift myself off of their face in time, not being able to get up if necessary.

Once he's properly secure and bound, I crawl on top of him to his face, wrap my thighs around the side of ... Show more