Me smothers you with her bottom

The manacles above your head start to move down again, and Me places her stockinged foot on your chest, resting her weight on you until your body yields and you're **** to fall to the ground.

The next thing you know, all is darkness as she’s sitting on your face.

“You make a good chair,” she says, as your body writhes beneath her, but that just seems to increase her enjoyment, as she grinds her ass down on you, making it harder and harder for you to get one more breath of warm air.

As your lungs begin to burn, she just places her hand on your chest and twists your nipples, adding one last final tinge of pain as your body spasms and you lapse into unconsciousness.