After putting our little subby's balls and nipples through the ringer, Goddess Luna and I allow him a bit of a reprieve—but of course it comes at a cost. He gets to enjoy our perfect asses on his face, but he'll have to hold his breath as long as he can... or as long as we decide to sit on him. We test the limits of his lung capacity, making him desperate for oxygen, but if he taps for air, he gets a nasty tap on the balls in return. With him fully mummified in plastic wrap, he's got no choice but to surrender and accept his fate. What a perfect seat he makes for two queens.