Dreams can turn into nightmares under the weight of Madame Marissa's ass.
Please note: This story is purely fictional, and any resemblance to real persons or situations is purely coincidental.
In Madame Marissa's dungeon, there's a little guy who has dreamt of feeling her weight crushing him. He wants to experience the full force of her authority, and she intends to give him what he desires. But first, she needs to make sure he can't back out. Using some tape, she binds him securely to the barstool, leaving him nowhere to run. As she slowly sinks onto the seat of the stool, the anticipation builds within him. His heart races as he feels the pressure of her tight jeans against his body. Finally, she descends, and his world is engulfed by her immense ass. The air is forced from his lungs as he feels himself being crushed beneath her.
She starts off slowly, but soon enough, she's grinding down on him, her butt cheeks mashing into his face. The cushion of the barstool is no match for the power of her thunderous butt, and neither is the little guy's body. As he struggles to breathe, he can feel every contour of her ass, every ridges and valleys pressing against him. She seems to grow bolder, sitting down even harder and longer on him. In between compressions, she casually checks her phone, oblivious to the cries of pain that echo in the dungeon. This wasn't the dream he thought it would be; it was turning into a nightmare.
But Madame Marissa is relentless. She continues to sit on him, crushing him under her heavy weight. In a fit of cruel amusement, she even performs butt drops on him, sending shockwaves of pain through his body. The little guy can't believe he's been reduced to this: a living, breathing weight bench for his mistress. As tears stream down his face, he wonders how much more of this he can take. But then again, he thought about that before he agreed to this session. This was his choice, his dream, and now it feels like a living hell.
