Astro Domina is getting ready for Girls Night Out, making plans on her phone, and doing her makeup. She casually takes a seat on her favorite piece of human furniture. He used to be her boyfriend way back when. Or at least he kinda looks like some loser she used to date. HA HA!

One thing she knows for sure, is that he is nothing but her slave now. And he has become so insignificant to her, that she just uses him like a thing, an inanimate object. It's painfully obvious that she has more of an attachment to her phone than to him. PATHETIC!

Astro simply sits casually on his ...

Astro Domina is getting ready for Girls Night Out, making plans on her phone, and doing her makeup. She casually takes a seat on her favorite piece of human furniture. He used to be her boyfriend way back when. Or at least he kinda looks like some loser she used to date. HA HA!

One thing she knows for sure, is that he is nothing but her slave now. And he has become so insignificant to her, that she just uses him like a thing, an inanimate object. It's painfully obvious that she has more of an attachment to her phone than to him. PATHETIC!

Astro simply sits casually on his face doing her thing, while completely cutting off his air supply. It's the only time that Astro gives him any attention at all, so he really has nothing to complain about. But she dislikes hearing his distracting grunting and gurgling noises as he's gasping for air. HOW DARE HE! So she slaps him and tells him to shut the fuck up while she is texting her girl friends, otherwise she won't allow him to breathe at all.

Astro Domina has trained her loser X to accept his rightful place beneath her where he belongs. He resisted at first, but but eventually surrendered to his beautiful Goddess. Now he knows exactly where he stands, or perhaps better said, where he lays. And even more importantly, where his Goddess sits.