Mistress Lilse’s chattel is cleaning when She enters the room, but She is displeased at his lack of response when he heard the door. However, She came here with a purpose, so discipline can come later. She orders him to lie on the floor with his head face up on the couch. She toys with his chastity, revelling in how tight it feels, and teases him with the key. She knows how much he would like it to be unlocked, but he has to work for that privilege. This evening, his face will be Her arse cushion. First, She wants him to sniff Her leather skirt, really inhaling the scents. She doesn’t care...

Mistress Lilse’s chattel is cleaning when She enters the room, but She is displeased at his lack of response when he heard the door. However, She came here with a purpose, so discipline can come later. She orders him to lie on the floor with his head face up on the couch. She toys with his chastity, revelling in how tight it feels, and teases him with the key. She knows how much he would like it to be unlocked, but he has to work for that privilege. This evening, his face will be Her arse cushion. First, She wants him to sniff Her leather skirt, really inhaling the scents. She doesn’t care about his breathing; all he should breathe in is the scent of leather and femininity. She sits on his face with Her nylon-covered arse, allowing him to take in Her feminine scents, and making his chastity get tighter and tighter. She rides his face, ordering him to hold his breath until She says he can breathe; he must learn that She controls everything. Having done with this experiment, She sends him off to prepare for the next one.