Madame Marissa - Your fantasy of being my saddle (small version)

You might be wondering why Madame Marissa, the renowned dominatrix, has summoned you to her chambers. Well, my dear submissive, you are about to find out. You see, during one of your previous sessions with Madame Marissa, you expressed an unusual interest in becoming her saddle. She chuckled then, knowing full well that you had no idea what you were suggesting. Now that you're here, Madame Marissa decides to give you a taste of your own medicine. You'll be lying on the ground, face up and eyes closed, waiting for her next move. She slowly inches closer, feeling the anticipation in the air thicken. Without warning, she straddles your face, sits down heavily, and brings her full weight down on top of you. The impact sends shockwaves through your body as you try to process the overwhelming sensation of being crushed beneath her. She takes a moment to savor the power she holds over you before beginning to move in a rhythmic pattern mimicking a horse's gait. Up and down she goes, settling onto the middle of your face as if it were a saddle horn. Each time she falls back down, you feel like you're about to be suffocated by her massive ass. The tight confines of the space and the incredible weight pressing against you make it difficult to breathe. You try desperately to push back against the pressure, but it's no use. Madame Marissa is in control, and you are completely helpless. As if this weren't enough, she decides to add an extra element of humiliation. She begins thrusting her hips back and forth, grinding her groin into your face. You can feel her wetness seeping through the fabric of her riding pants, adding another layer of slickness to her intimate assault. Tears stream down your cheeks as you struggle to endure the unbearable pain and shame. Your face is turning red, and you can feel the welts forming under the intense pressure. Despite the agony, there's also a twinge of arousal that you can't seem to shake off. You wonder how much longer this can go on. It feels like an eternity has passed since she first sat down on your face. Your limbs ache from trying to push against the weight bearing down on you, but it's no use. You're helpless, at the mercy of Madame Marissa's twisted fantasies. Just when you think you might pass out from lack of air, she finally lifts herself off of you. You gasp for breath, your lungs burning from the sudden release of pressure. You open your eyes to find her looming over you, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Well, my little saddle," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did you enjoy your first ride?" You're too exhausted and humiliated to respond. All you can do is nod your head and pray that this will be the last time you'll be subjected to such a degrading and painful experience. But deep down inside, you know that there's a small part of you that's turned on by it all...