Goddess Nastya - Mummification + Facesitting

In the lavish living room, Goddess Nastya presided over her human toy. Lying prone on the sumptuous couch, he was at her mercy. Bound tightly from head to toe in layers of restrictive materials, he was completely mummified. The goddess moved slowly, her elegant fingers tracing the contours of his body, feeling the tautness of the wrappings. She paused to run her fingernails seductively against his exposed skin, eliciting small whimpers of pleasure-pain from him. Satisfied for now, Goddess Nastya turned her attention to her next desire. With a wicked glint in her eye, she reached down and slipped a stinky, filthy sock into her slave's mouth. He tried to protest, but the gag jammed the sock firmly into his throat, muffling his pathetic whimpers. Smiling cruelly, Goddess Nastya descended onto the prone figure beneath her, settling her delectable behind comfortably onto his face. The wrappings encasing her victims' head and neck forced his mouth open wide, and Goddess Nastya felt the warm, willing acceptance of his mouth around her ass. She wiggled slightly, feeling the slave's tongue make contact with her sensitive outer folds. Slowly, almost teasingly, she began to grind her hips against his face, delighting in the feeling of his warm breath against her most intimate areas. As she did so, Goddess Nastya gazed down at her helpless human toy, her fingers tracing the outline of his exposed cheekbones. His eyes, pleading for release, met hers, and she felt a strange mixture of dominance and tenderness wash over her. For a long moment, they held each other's gaze, and then, as if suddenly realizing her cruelty, Goddess Nastya averted her eyes, looking away haughtily. With a soft giggle, she resumed her slow, sensual grinding, ignoring the soft grunts of pain and pleasure emanating from beneath her. Time passed, and Goddess Nastya gradually grew bored of her human plaything. With a flick of her wrist, she freed herself from his ensnaring embrace, standing up gracefully. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork, taking in the sight of her mummified slave, immobile and exposed on the couch. Making a tsk-tsking sound of disapproval, Goddess Nastya shook her head, her long, luscious hair tumbling down her back. "Such a pathetic excuse for a human," she murmured, voice echoing around the grand room. With a cruel laugh, Goddess Nastya turned and strode elegantly from the room, leaving her helpless plaything behind. As the door closed softly behind her, the slave heard her light, musical laughter fading away, leaving him alone and insatiably needy.