It does.

With your face mushed into Mistress Jessicas ass you're pretty much relegated into reacting to her actions. Thus you find yourself serving as her seat for the duration of her meal, your dick lodged between her latex clad legs and sticky with your cum. You feel strangely calm in your predicament, part of it you chalk up to the lack of oxygen lulling your mind to sleep. Feeling so peaceful any other concerns are soon forgotten as you slip deeper under her spell, gulping down any allowed mouthfuls of air greedily.

With masterful precision Mistress Jessica allow you just enough air to keep you conscious and, frankly alive, and just enough to really heighten the sensation of being smothered and having your face squashed to a pulp. Leaning back, her weight on your face she seems to be in no hurry as she enjoys her meal by the sound of things. You have long since lost any track of time and you don't have any idea how much time has passed when she eventually seems satisfied with her meal and eases her weight of you slightly. Despite your addled state you groan in disappointment, the sound muddled by her ass cheeks.

"Enjoying ourselves are we? I can tell by all this filthy cum on my boots!" Nudging your cock with her heel you nearly cum again from just her touching it, the only sensations being of her creation. "You masturbated to my pictures without permission and you came on my boots without permission.. Naughty, naughty!" Her heel shifts away from your groin and you moan to yourself, craving further stimulation. "There'll be none more of that until I say so ****!" Mistress Jessica's voice cracks like a whip in the otherwise silent room. Without warning she moves away, not slowly and gently like before but instead moving forcefully, her ass pulling you along painfully as you scramble to pull the rest of your body along. It seems this is to be your punishment as she pulls you along the room for a long while, restricting your air even further and thus putting you into an even more lucid state. Your mind thus impaired the only thing left in your conscious mind is pleasing her.

Sometime later you hear a clicking sound and you feel the luggage belt easing away from the back of your head. To your addled mind there is no thought of pulling away however and you keep mushing your face in her ass. "Better ****, waiting for further instructions like that! Now, I'm in the mood for something.. different!" Making no sound, you focus on her instructions as you're pulled free of her ass, disappeared fresh in your mind even as you breathe freely.

Obeying her instructions you're bent into the shape of the letter M under her watchful face, holding yourself up with your hands planted firmly behind your torso and your feet digging into the carpet. "There we go ****. This is a position we'll use often so best get used to it!" She moves her hand to the zipper of her catsuit, unzipping it one quick move giving your roving eyes a good look of her amazing form. A fierce look from her has you lowering your gaze however as she steps into a miniskirt and grey top. "Much more comfortable!" Bending over she gives you a good view of her ass, from a distance this time and you make the most of it. You drool slightly as you study her black thong before she straightens up, a ring of some sorts in her hand. Squatting down next to you she gathers up your cock and your balls with one hand and slipping the ring around the base of your cock with the other, wrapping your cock into a nice package along with your balls. Straightening up once more you notice a remote control of some sorts in her hand.

You quickly realize what it's for. As she pushes the button an electric discharge rocks through your cock and you groan painfully. "That should keep you pliant!" With that she swings her leg over your body, settling her feet against your legs and her ass descending down on your face is the last thing you see before you're smothered once more. Your dick juts out like a steel bar; nestled between her bare feet yet wrapped in the shock ring. You pay it no heed as you get used to the weight of her entire form on top of you. Like from far away you hear the TV clicking on and the noise blaring away. "It seems she has no intention of stepping off!" Moments later your suspicions are confirmed as a stern tone creeps into her voice tinged with just a touch of sadism. "See this as a test of endurance ****, the longer you last the better.." Another electric discharge rocks your balls, yet time no one hears it and no one cares..