There's something about the way you adore when I take your face as My seat. It's an intriguing concept that you derive pleasure from such a vulnerable position. The idea of Me, placing all My weight on such a sensitive and intimate part of you, exerts a certain dominance that you can't help but crave. The deprivation of oxygen, the way your world narrows until all that matters is the pressure and the proximity, it's exciting. The total control I have over you in these moments, the absolute submission you offer, it’s a wicked game we indulge in. And you, My dear, always come back begging for more. This exciting dance of power, of surrender, of absolute trust. It's our personal game, a dance where I lead, and you willingly follow into the abyss. Your desire is palpable, your need for Me to claim you in this way, undeniable. You yearn for the sweet release that only comes when you surrender completely to My dominance, when you relinquish control and let Me guide you to heights of pleasure you've never known. Your world narrows to just Me, My control, and the divine pressure of My body against yours. The anticipation builds until it's almost unbearable, until you're gasping for breath, consumed by the exciting mix of fear and desire. And when I finally grant you release, it's a heady, overwhelming rush, leaving you drained, sated, and utterly under My spell.