Mistress Ziva Fey has turned a trash-talking asshole into Her personal pet bitch after beating him wrestling TWICE. She's also used him as a personal punching bag to practice Her black-belt-level Tae Kwon Do skills on. Now, She has the loser strapped down to a bondage table, wearing a metal chastity, blindfolded so he doesn't know what's coming. She breezes into the dungeon, wearing a pair of tight, black, barely-there booty shorts, a black crop-top walking on black, spike-heeled stilettos.

"We're gonna have SUCH a fun time training today! We're gonna work on your pain tolerance, b...

Mistress Ziva Fey has turned a trash-talking asshole into Her personal pet bitch after beating him wrestling TWICE. She's also used him as a personal punching bag to practice Her black-belt-level Tae Kwon Do skills on. Now, She has the loser strapped down to a bondage table, wearing a metal chastity, blindfolded so he doesn't know what's coming. She breezes into the dungeon, wearing a pair of tight, black, barely-there booty shorts, a black crop-top walking on black, spike-heeled stilettos.

"We're gonna have SUCH a fun time training today! We're gonna work on your pain tolerance, breath control and pushing your silly litle limits! Won't that be fun, bitch? I ASKED YOU A QUESTION IF THAT WOULD BE FUN, NOW TELL ME HOW FUN IT WILL BE, BITCH!"

He starts mumbling about how fun it will be, while She picks up a clothespin from a stack that She had pre-arranged on the table. She starts painfully clamping his nipples with the clothespins. He winces as She distributes them all over his body except his steel-encased cock. She takes off Her heels and puts one over the face and nose of the slave. Taking it off, She sits down on his face, smothering him with Her perfect, booty shorts-covered ass. She sits there while he starts squirming with the need for air:

"I don't really like the idea that you're in MY dungeon breathing MY AIR without permission!"

She finally gets up from his face, he gasps for air while She circles around him, lecturing him about breathing 'Her' air. She lifts up one of Her athletic thighs and drops it down over his eyes and nose until he's squirming. She squats down behind his head:

"I can take MY air from you in SOOOO many ways!"

She puts a hand over his mouth, sealing it, then pinches his nose with Her other hand. After he squirms, She stands back up on the table and sits on his face again, putting more clothespins on his body while She's smothering him. She gives him little breaths occasionally and then when She done, stands up and smothers him with Her foot, squatting down his face. After he squirms, She scoots up a little, smothering him with Her full weight, his face in Her ass while She starts doing leg lifts and calisthenics. Waving Her legs back and forth and putting on a little show. She stands back up on the table and stands on his face again before sitting back on his face again and bouncing up and down.

"When I do share MY AIR with you, you're not allowed to take BIG, GREEDY BREATHS! Just little tastes until I think you DESERVE AIR!"

He gasps for oxygen whenever Her ass leaves his face, but it's never enough before She sits back down for another 15-20 seconds, truly tormenting him while he suffers from the pain of the clothespins that decorate his body. She finally gets off, and puts a big, black leather puppy mask over his head, tellling him:

"Ok, puppy, now it's gonna be back in your cage for the night!"