Most of Me

Mistress Dionysus settles her latex-clad hips and fishnet-covered thighs over the slave’s face where he lies locked inside the trample floor, the black platform holding him completely open beneath her. She lowers herself fully so the smooth, glossy fabric of her bodysuit presses against his mouth and nose, then shifts her weight forward and back while watching the way his chest rises. After several long moments she lifts just enough for him to draw air, then sinks again, repeating the rhythm until she decides he has had enough of that particular sensation. She rises slightly, leans over the opening, and lets a thick strand of spit fall directly into his open mouth before standing.

She drops to one knee over the box, swings her free leg behind her, and drives the sole of her fishnet foot into his balls in steady, heavy strikes that rock his hips against the platform. Each impact lands with the same sharp cadence until she is satisfied. Rising, she steps onto his thighs, then moves her weight across his stomach and chest, the fishnets sliding over his skin as she walks the length of him. Once he is quiet beneath her soles she lowers herself to the floor beside his head, lifts one arm, and holds the armpit directly over his face. She tells him to breathe it in, then to open his mouth and lick. When he has done so she climbs back onto the box, settles her ass over his face once more, and releases a long, deliberate fart against his mouth before remaining seated there