Description: As princess kylie returns home from her intense gym session, her body is flushed with adrenaline and her muscles are primed for action. she surveys her luxurious surroundings with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that she is the ruler of this domain and that all who serve her are here for her pleasure alone. her eyes alight upon her slave, who is kneeling before her with his head bowed, awaiting her command. she smiles wickedly, knowing exactly what she wants to do with him. "position yourself in the smother box," she commands, pointing to the wooden contraption that has been custom-made to fit her exact specifications. the slave quickly complies, his breathing already growing shallow with anticipation. as he kneels within the box, his face is exposed and vulnerable, ready for princess kylie to do with as she pleases. without hesitation, princess kylie approaches the smother box, her toned body glistening with sweat as she straddles the top of it. she wears her blue yoga pants, which hug her curves tightly and accentuate her toned derriere. she gazes down at her slave, who looks up at her with a mixture of fear and excitement. with a smirk, she lowers herself onto his face, her booty smothering his features as she begins to bounce and grind on top of him. the slave struggles to breathe beneath her, his lungs burning with each gasping breath. but princess kylie is relentless, her movements growing more frenzied as she grinds herself against his face. the slave's body writhes beneath her, his arms and legs straining against the restraints that hold him in place. but he knows that he cannot escape, that he is completely at the mercy of his cruel and beautiful mistress. after a time, princess kylie rises from the smother box, her blue yoga pants soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin. but she is not finished with her slave yet. she peels off the yoga pants, revealing a sexy pink thong that barely covers her perfect curves. with a wicked grin, she returns to the smother box, this time without the barrier of fabric between her and her slave's face. once again, she lowers herself onto his face, her pink thong pressing against his skin as she bounces and grinds on top of him. the slave's eyes roll back in his head as he struggles for air, his senses overwhelmed by the scent and feel of princess kylie's body. and yet, he cannot deny the thrill that courses through him, the pleasure of serving such a powerful and beautiful woman. for princess kylie, this is just another day in her life as a dominant princess. but for her slave, it is an experience that will stay with him forever, a memory of his servitude to his goddess and the ultimate surrender of his very breath to her will. sd
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