Miss Shell's new pet Charlie seems to be resting peacefully on the couch, until she notices the enticing allure of his neck, begging for her touch - a touch that will soon turn into a dangerous game of breathplay, leaving Charlie's voicebox constricted and his endorphins rushing to his head, all in the name of pleasing Miss Shell. Taking Charlie's relaxation to a dangerous level, Miss Shell can't resist the allure of his tiny neck, which looks even more irresistible than usual. She places her hand on his throat, feeling the contours of his Adam's apple with her fingers. As she increases the pressure, Charlie's eyes glaze over, and his breathing becomes labored. His endorphins kick in, giving him a euphoric feeling as Miss Shell tightens her grip, her powerful and elegant hands pressing into his windpipe. But she doesn't stop there, wrapping both her hands around his neck, squeezing tightly and cutting off his airway. Charlie's face turns rosy, his lips parted in a silent moan, taking in Miss Shell's saliva as she spits into his mouth, pushing the boundaries of consensual control and leaving him struggling to breathe, yet eager to please. Reveling in the power she holds over her pet, Miss Shell relishes in the feeling of his neck and windpipe beneath her fingers. Feeling a raging fire of power and pleasure rush into her veins, Miss Shell looks at her pet as if he were her prized prey- dripping from her vice-like grip. Charlie's hoarse purrs fill the room as she continues her breathplay, feeling the rush from watching her pet's eyes roll into the back of his head. His submission is complete as he surrenders to Miss Shell's sensual breathlay, with his throat getting so constricted by her grip that he can only produce hoarse, strained sounds as she squeezes him harder. Slapping his face to bring him bac from the brink of ecstasy, Miss Shell beams a wicked and beautiful smile across her face throughout the intense breath play. Taking pleasure in pleasing Miss Shell, Charlie welcomes the feeling of his neck and throat being crushed continuously, his lungs desperately screaming for air. For him, serving Miss Shell is worth any pain or discomfort, even when his throat is being closed off for entertainment.