You're Beneath Me, Literally

You don't get my touch. You don't get my gaze. You barely get air. In this video, I sit on you. Not for your pleasure. Not because you earned it. But because I felt like using you as furniture. No nudity. No mercy. Just pure face-sitting domination — slow, heavy, controlled. I shift, I breathe, I stay. And you? You squirm, you struggle, you fail. You're not a man. You're a seat. A cushion. A tool. The ground beneath my thighs. I don't ride you. I erase you. I bury your ego, your breath, your purpose — all under me. This isn't about what you want. It's about where you belong. And you belong below. Findom. Femdom. Stay there. Forever, if I decide.