Madame Marissa - Sweaty facesitting punishment for the gym perv

Madame Marissa, the owner of Sweat and Smother, was not pleased at all when she found out about your perverted activities at the gym. She had just finished her own workout, sweat dripping from every inch of her body, when she saw the security camera footage of you leering at the women's asses during their squats. Her green eyes narrowed in anger and she decided to teach you a lesson you wouldn't forget.

As soon as you arrived at her dungeon, bound and helpless on the floor, she let out a cold laugh. "Now, how do you like it down there?" She snarled. She was dressed in nothing but a tight sports bra and thong, revealing her toned body and her large, glistening ass. She stood over you, her face looming, as she untied the thong and let it fall to the floor. "You're about to get a very close up look at what you've been wanting so badly."

Madame Marissa slowly lowered her sweaty ass onto your face, letting out a moan of satisfaction. You gasped for air, but she didn't let up. She ground her hips against your face, smothering you under the weight of her body. She leaned forward, her breasts pressed against your chest, and whispered in your ear, "I hope you're enjoying the view, pervert."

Your respiratory system was struggling, but Madame Marissa wasn't done yet. She lifted her ass off you slightly, only to lower it down again with full force, pinning you beneath her once more. As you squirmed beneath her, she chuckled darkly. "This is just a taste of what's to come. You've disrespected all those women at the gym, and now it's my turn to teach you a lesson."

She lifted her ass off you again, this time for a longer period of time, letting you catch your breath. But as soon as you thought you could stand it, she slammed her sweaty ass back down on your face, crushing you beneath her once more. Over and over, she would lift herself up just enough to make you think you could breathe again, only to come crashing down and take away your air. By now, you were begging for mercy, but she didn't show any signs of stopping.

Hours passed, and you could barely keep yourself conscious. Madame Marissa's ass remained crushed against your face, an emblem of her power and dominance over you. She was determined to break you, to make you understand that your perverted behavior would not be tolerated. Finally, satisfied that she had taught you a lesson, she lifted her ass off your bruised and swollen face. You gasped in desperate air, coughing and wheezing from the ordeal.

Madame Marissa looked down at you, her eyes still filled with anger. "You've learned your lesson, pervert," she growled. "Now get out of my sight before I change my mind." And with that, she turned her back on you, leaving you there on the floor, broken and humiliated.