Woof and Pup

I need a seat, and Pup's mouth is taped shut with his arms trapped behind my legs.

I crush his nose with all of my fat ass. The edge of the bed nicely keeps Pup's face firmly in place. I ignore his taps while he struggles for air.

My seats are given no breaks. No mercy. No signals. No tapping.

You will stay under as long as I want, and your pathetic struggling and pleading will get you nowhere.

I'm too busy playing games on my phone to pay attention to you. Worship my ass. If you're lucky, you might get a little time to worship my soles, too.

This clip loops easily. Be a good pup and goon. Ten loops should do the trick.

I want to play. No words. No tapping. No mercy.

I start up my favorite RPG with my seat ready for a grinding session. Pup's mouth is taped shut and his hands are behind his back so he can't tap. My ass keeps his nose nice and pinched. I play with his breathing, teasing him with sips of air that make the smothering more agonizing than if I had just sat there. You can hear him plead over and over for mercy as I take what little air is in his lungs.

His suffering makes me laugh a few times. For the most part, Pup is ignored.

Breathing is a privilege, and I rob my seats of that. You will not breathe. My ass is certain.

Play along with the EKG if you wish. Worship my soles while you're at it.