His Mistress guided him to where she needed him. His hair moaning as the pressure from her fingers strained their roots. He could feel her thighs, her soft silken thighs on either side of his head, he was about to smile at being in his favourite place when she forced his mouth hard against her pussy. The shock to his senses sent him reeling, no sound, no sight his other senses were pin sharp, the sweet smell of her wet pussy was like lightening hitting his brain, the hot, wet nectar smothering his skin. His breath caught and as he desperately tried to fill his lungs her pussy lips engulfed him. She rolled his face against her clit, a 5'11 dildo, a toy to be used for her own gratification. His nose pressed hard against her swollen engorged ultra sensitive rosebud, causing her to sigh deeply, letting her head roll back against the pillow. She closed her eyes, her breath coming faster now, shallower, her breasts heaved against the silken material of her blouse, her nipples warmed by the friction of her bra. She held him and used him for nearly an hour, his face and hair were dripping with her sweet smelling nectar, her breath was fast and deep in and out of her open mouth. Her hips gyrated against his face until she was ready, she started tighten her thighs around his head, her strong marble hard muscles stretched and tightened, a vice around his head, his face started glow crimson and the pressure increased incredibly. His eyes started to pick out points of light as he started to slide his hand up and down his cock, His Mistress saw his transgression, no permission had been given, she started to buck her hips grinding his face, wanking her clit, her orgasm was close, she was starting to lose control and this meant that her sub was going out. Her thighs crushed his neck till he started to pass out. In his dark cocoon bright lights flashed and danced as his brain struggled to balance the pain, the pleasure and the pressure. His body sagged as his Mistress shouted her climax, his own climax came unbidden as he lost control, his mistress's thighs pulsed in rhythm with her climax, her ejaculate smothered and took his breath. Suddenly his mistress released him from her muscle prison. His body fell limply to the floor, his Mistress smoothed her skirt, straightened her hair in the mirror, smiled herself a secret smile,  put her knickers into her handbag and left the room never looking back. Her sub lay on the rug, his thighs covered in his own semen, his body once again not his own. He slept the sleep of the subjugated.