Mistress Natasha, Part Three

After her session with her slave Thomas, Mistress Natasha dutifully tended to his wounds, a few areas where her new whip broke the skin as well as where she got a bit too eager with her fingernails while he was going down on her. The two used the attached washroom, cleaning up and getting dressed again before heading back upstairs to the club. Natasha was quite satisfied, having scratched that itch of hers as she needed to every weekend, but that was no excuse to go home early. These were her friends, after all, and there were still opportunities for more depravity to boot.

The main room of the large club also featured a stage for various events both large and small, although the usual weekend events were just small demonstrations. The 11 PM demonstration was on smothering, hosted by a Mistress Raven. She lived up to her name, a tall beauty with long, pitch black hair done up into a ponytail which hung to her waist. Black latex attire hugged her amazingly curvy body. Natasha couldn’t tell whether or not the woman had breast implants, but real or not they were incredible. Mistress Raven’s body itself was quite slender, but with surprisingly wide hips and those breasts which had to be a DD-cup at the smallest. Natasha couldn’t help but grin, thinking that with curves like that, the woman could so easily smother a slave.

The slave for the demonstration was probably in his 30s, shirtless and with a toned physique. His hair was shaved down to a buzz cut, which Natasha was sad to see, as a slave with hair was so much more fun to control. One could guide a man to do just about anything with a firm grip on his hair. That was no reason to skip the show, however, so she took a seat in one of the chairs set up near the stage, finding herself sitting beside another Mistress and her slave (who, of course, was kneeling at her feet). 

Soon enough, the show began, with Mistress Raven explaining the importance of smothering, how it ensures that a slave properly worships the Mistress’ superior form. Not only that, but the breath control aspect adds an extra rush to the play, although she also warned how important it is to be careful, things that Natasha already knew. Raven beckoned her slave closer and then slid her hand around to the back of his head, pulling him close and mashing his face into her deep cleavage. She purred with delight while her slave did his best not to struggle, barely able to breathe as his face was almost completely enveloped by her large, amazing breasts.

While breasts are the easiest method to use, since you can just pull your slave right into them, it obviously doesn’t work quite as well for women with smaller chests. But even the most petite woman can use her ass to smother a slave, simply sitting on his face and keeping it wedged between those perky cheeks. Or, if you’re feeling nice, you can slide just a bit further to smother him beneath your pussy, allowing him the privilege of licking you to as many orgasms as you want.

Mistress Natasha already knew all of this, naturally, but it was still fun to watch the slave on stage being subjected to the various forms of smothering, obediently submitting to each and every one of them in front of all these people. She made a mental note to speak with Mistress Raven later about possibly borrowing him for an evening. Perhaps herself and five other eager Dommes would love taking turns smothering the man with their tits and asses. Raven would be invited too, of course.