Isn’t There Enough Oxygen

The slave now has to prove his stamina. Mistress Zora makes herself comfy on his chest and squeezes the air out of him with both mitts. She presses them forearms very firmly over his mouth and nose so that he cant take a breath. She squeezes really hard, even if he starts to wriggle and writhe under her like a fish on land. She doesnt care about that at all because the slave has to be able to be able to endure! Its better that he thinks about how he can manage with the little oxygen supply that she still allows him.