In this the third and final chapter, I take my captive to a new and even more arousing (for me) level of air deprivation. As if the impenetrable seal of my skin tight latex ass on his face wasn't enough to cut off every possible breath of oxygen, I need to deprive him even more! And so I place a strip of black duct tape over his mouth, leaving only his nose as a conduit to fresh air.

Once the duct tape is in place, he is completely at my mercy as I slowly lower my magnificent ass over his nose. I no longer have to worry that he is somehow sucking air through his open mouth. That op...

In this the third and final chapter, I take my captive to a new and even more arousing (for me) level of air deprivation. As if the impenetrable seal of my skin tight latex ass on his face wasn't enough to cut off every possible breath of oxygen, I need to deprive him even more! And so I place a strip of black duct tape over his mouth, leaving only his nose as a conduit to fresh air.

Once the duct tape is in place, he is completely at my mercy as I slowly lower my magnificent ass over his nose. I no longer have to worry that he is somehow sucking air through his open mouth. That option has been removed from the equation.

And with this deprivation overload, I think we shall play a game. Can he hold his breath long enough for me to count to ten? His first attempt fails miserably, as he can only hold out until I reach the number six. On the second attempt, he fares only slightly better and reaches number seven.

But with each failed attempt, he grows weaker and weaker, which is precisely how I prefer my men. Let's see how well he does on his next attempt. I really don't care how long this takes...I have all night.