Back in Victorian Britain, being a common maid was not pleasant. long hours, little pay, no respect and lecherous employers, it was an existence, nothing more.

Thearsequeen as a maid would have been very different indeed!!!

I had him strapped and helpless in the drawing room on and old covered shipping chest. My ass was on his face and my rough fishnets rubbed on his face. I had his nose trapped in my ass crack, sniffing in my sweet scents. I began to wear him down. I had complete control.

I turned from a reverse squat into a full weight forward neck sit, before I...

Back in Victorian Britain, being a common maid was not pleasant. long hours, little pay, no respect and lecherous employers, it was an existence, nothing more.

Thearsequeen as a maid would have been very different indeed!!!

I had him strapped and helpless in the drawing room on and old covered shipping chest. My ass was on his face and my rough fishnets rubbed on his face. I had his nose trapped in my ass crack, sniffing in my sweet scents. I began to wear him down. I had complete control.

I turned from a reverse squat into a full weight forward neck sit, before I peeled down my fishnets and trapped his head inside, with his nose against my panty gusset. His breathing became more difficult and little by little I could feel him start to weaken. Again I turned reverse and fed his head back into my fishnets, trapped his head against my panties and sat, nose in ass crack.

I peeled off my fishnets and panties and sat back on him - My wet pussy covering his nose and cutting off his air. My forward smother was weakening him even more and I pushed my pussy lips over his nose with my fingers.- I sat comfortably, totally in control, playing with his breathing.

I turned reverse once more for my final smother - My bare pussy and ass covered his nose and mouth. With my feet anchored on the floor I could increase and decrease the smother pressure at will - a game of cat and mouse, with me in complete control.

As he began to finally weaken I could sense his desperation - His legs began to thrash and his head began to look for a way out - but my ass followed, wherever he tried to go.

I got off him, but then realised he still had something left, so I jumped back on and sat again. He got so desperate that he manage to snap off one of the leg restraints - But it made no difference. When my naked ass met his gasping face for the final time, there was only going to be one victor!!