He knew he was stepping into her world of pure domination. The moment she walked in, wearing that smirk only a true Queen owns, he was already powerless. It started with her lowering herself onto his face — facessitting — commanding him to worship as if his life depended on it. His hands trembled, tied, as she controlled every breath he took. Without mercy, she shifted the game — sliding into an overwhelming assjob, grinding him into oblivion. His whimpers only fueled her, because in her domain, his pleasure was hers to control. As he thought it couldn’t get more intense, she pushed further — anal teasing, slow, deliberate, reminding him that he owns nothing here, not even his release. With one final act of total power, her hand wrapped around him — handjob until he explodes — but only when she decided. His pleasure? A tool for her satisfaction. This is pure femdom, pure domination — and there’s no escape.