Mistress Enola – Youre My Seat

You exist to hold your breath — and obey. The second my ass lands on your face, your lungs seal shut. No air until I say. No movement. No sound. Just you, trapped under my full weight, begging in silence while I relax and own every broken gasp you try to steal. This isn’t a game — it’s your duty. Hold. Still. Longer. Begging with your eyes? Good. That means you’re learning. But I don’t care how desperate you are. You’ll stay locked, breathless, buried beneath me until I decide you’ve suffered enough… or until I need you to do it all over again.Try to hold for two minutes! or start again!