Robbed Of His Air
Duration: 6min 20sec
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Submitted: 4 years ago
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My presence leaves you weak; from the intoxicating fumes of my fragrance to the sight of my feminine silhouette cinched at the waist. My perfection is unmatched and it makes you a slave to me. You feel the soft leather creep up behind your neck and face like two eager snakes ready to strangle their prey and you turn to putty in my hands. My elegant fingers seem delicate until you feel the strength of them press into your throat and around your mouth. I cup my my hand so tightly around your nose and mouth that not even a slither of air can live in the space between your skin and my glove. I have taken your air supply like a thief in the night. As you begin losing oxygen flow to your brain you feel a high. A high like never before. It took my initiative and will to give you this feeling because you would never have experienced it on your own. For that, you are indebted to me. You will serve your goddess and pray that I grant you with such a pleasurable experience again. Worship me well, Goddess Angelina.
