My loser had the honor today of feeling the weight of my body. It was a wonderful feeling to make his ugly mug disappear beneath my butt. To cut off his air and watch him squirm. The sight of him lying beneath me, with my weight on his face, is both satisfying and arousing. His eyes are wide with panic and excitement as he gasps desperately for air and tries to free himself. Every movement, every attempt to break free, is suppressed by my weight, causing him to moan with frustration and desire. It is a moment of complete control, in which I dictate the intensity and rhythm and push him to his limits. He knows he is completely at my mercy and that every breath he takes depends on me.