Lady Scorpion stood there next to the coffin, and smiled as She looked down on its contents. Well, it wasn't strictly a coffin: it was coffin shaped, but it was never meant to hold a cadaver, much less be buried anywhere. Instead, it sat on a long, strong bench in Lady Scorpion's private torture chamber. And again, She smiled big white teeth as She looked down into the contents of the box.

It was a man, a slave. He was naked, and the hard, thick wooden slats that kept him immobile were secure. There were five of them, one at his neck; the next across his chest; the third across his waist; the fourth across his knees; and the fifth across his ankles. Lady Scorpion gave each a gentle pat and secured the lock. The man had no leverage at all, and he was helpless to move anything but his feet and hands, and even that wouldn't help him much.

Lady Scorpion stepped back, grabbed the heavy lid, and gently lowered it.

There were two openings in the smooth surface, and out of those openings only two parts of the slave's body were exposed: his face (only his eyes, forehead, nose, mouth and chin) and his penis. Lady Scorpion looked down at Her prey and ran a gloved hand over his face.

"I bet you're feeling very confined right about now, can't move anything, can you?" She teased.

"Yes, Lady, and no, Lady," whimpered the slave.

"Ah," She said as She stood, "good."

The slave's eyes turned far to the left as he tried to watch Lady Scorpion walk away, towards the mirror. His gaze went from Her feet to Her hair ... She was beautiful all over. High heels, nylons, leather dress and gloves, expensive jewelry, thick but exotic make up, a stream of milky white smoke trailing from Her cigarette as She walked away ... he was getting an erection already.

Lady Scorpion looked at Herself in the mirror: hair and face were perfect. It was hard work, staying this beautiful, but She excelled at it. She looked into the mirror's reflection, at Her slave ... yes, the man was trying to turn his head to watch Her, and his penis twitched ... once ... twice ... and it started to get hard. A compliment if ever there was one.

Lady Scorpion breathed in, turned, and went to do what She did best ... torment a man.

The slave was getting a bit warm. Both his confinement and his male reaction to the mature Domme made his body temperature rise. His penis started to ache; he could feel his pulse in it. He tried with all his might NOT to get a full erection. He had not had permission, and Lady Scorpion could often be cruel when it came to such a breach of etiquette.

He heard the click-click-click of Her heels on the floor, and looked up. She was there; She walked past him and grabbed a small chair. She sat, crossed Her lovely legs at the ankles and lay Her high-heeled feet just on his lower stomach.

She smiled, dragged on Her cigarette, and asked, "Comfy?"

"Yes, My Lady," said the slave.

"Ummmmm," She grinned, "not for long, right?" With that said, the tip of Her pointed shoe gave his penis a slight nudge. Then another and another ... then She used the heel. She slid the five-inch long heel under his penis and lifted a bit letting it drop to his stomach. She repeated this process two more times until the last time She dropped the member it sprang back up, hard, erect, flushed with blood and passion.

Then She grabbed the erect member between Her two feet and SQUEEZED.

"Ugh," groaned the slave. Lady Scorpion laughed.

She stood up and pulled the chair closer. She used it to climb on top of him! First there was the feeling of Her hands on his chest, then he saw one leg go up and over him - and for one fleeting instant he had a view up and between Her legs! It was blasphemy, of course, taking such a liberty. Lady Scorpion wore both panties and pantyhose, so there wasn't anything to really see. But he was excited all the same.

The leg came down; Lady Scorpion was now mounting him, facing towards his feet, squatting on his chest. The slave felt a certain warm spot, and struggled a bit ... he wanted to move his hips ... wiggle his torso ... stimulate himself!

"Bad," said Lady Scorpion, grabbing his penis with strong fingers. The slave could see Her reach over and grab something ... it was a nylon stocking! He felt the first of many loops of nylon go around and around the base of his testicles then around the base of his penis and a strong knot tying them together.

"That ought to teach you," She said as She gave the member a friendly slap with Her hand. The smack smarted, but also aroused him. Lady Scorpion saw his penis throbbing, up and down, seeking more stimulation.

"Oh, you ARE a bad boy," Lady Scorpion said. "I think the crop and clothespins will make short order of you," She hissed.

"No, My Lady, please! Not that!" begged the slave in mock protest.

"Did I say you could speak?" She asked in a formal, flat, schoolmarm-ish stern voice.

"No, My Lady," admitted the slave.

"Then you shall not, until I say so," She commanded. Then Lady Scorpion leaned over ... and thrust Her hips backward!

"Mmmph!" the slave exclaimed as he felt his face covered. First there was the sensation of the pantyhose She wore ... slick ... smooth ... cool. Then there was the full weight of the Woman Herself as She leaned back. Her crotch and behind totally covered the slave's face ... he felt the sensation of something warm and slightly moist, pressing down on his nose ... and mouth ... and eyes.

"Mmmph!" he managed as he tried to turn his head a bit. But there was no escape ... all he could feel was suffocating female clothing and flesh.

"This is just the beginning, my slave-who-talks-too-much," warned Lady Scorpion. She wiggled Her hips to the left and to the right for emphasis making Her point.

Air was running short. He started to sweat. Suddenly he felt cool fresh air roll over his face as Lady Scorpion leaned forward. He took in a great gulp of air ... then another ... Lady Scorpion leaned back again.

This time he started to struggle ... his hands clawed at the sides of the coffin. He wiggled his feet testing the bondage of the box. It was secure ... complete ... he couldn't breathe!

"MMMMMMPH! MMPH! MMPH! MMMPH!" he tried screaming into the suffocating mass. An interminable second later he as allowed more air. One gulp, two gulps, three gulps ... and She slid back with a laugh.

She teased him, admonished him for being so rude, scolded him on the finer aspects of serving his Mistress, during which time She slid forward and back ... forward and back. Sometimes She allowed him more air than at others; sometimes She slid back right away.

The crop was in Her hand; the poor slave yelped as he felt the sting of the crop against his ever-hardening penis. He tried to move his head with the pain but it seemed with each scream, Lady Scorpion shoved Her hips down on his face harder. It was getting hotter for him ... everything was more moist only partially due to the sweat he was starting to exude, of course. Each time She stayed on his face longer and longer ... knowing he was getting more and more excited with this exquisite suffocation/bondage.

"Please, pleasepleaseplease PLEASE!" he panted.

"Please, My pet?" Lady Scorpion purred. "Please what?" She laughed.

"Air," he gasped in between sucking his lungs full of air.

"Please...pleaseletmebreathLadyScorpion,please..plee...plee...please..."

He said the words so quickly that Lady Scorpion almost couldn't make them out. But She knew what She was doing, and knew this slave ... his begging ... his seeming plight ... it was a part of the game. "Just look at his dick," She thought to Herself ... it was tied up and tormented, and yet still hard as a rock.

"You would like a break from the smothering?" She asked as She looked down at him over Her shoulder.

"Yes, My lady," he begged.

"Very well ... let Me get the clothespins."

It was an hour later, and Lady Scorpion had devised a horrible torment for the slave.

She was back on top of him; Her crotch smothering his face; Her legs and thighs helping. The man's balls were covered with countless of Her evil tiny clothespins, stretching the skin so tight he thought it would split. His penis was now in a male vibrator, set on high.

Lady Scorpion Herself sat high up ... a cigarette in one hand ... a drink in the other ... a faint smile on Her face. Her eyes were closed as She heard the continuous muffled "mmmph mmmmph mmmph" that came from under Her. She felt the vibration of the smothering slave as he tried to move his face ... as he would press up with his tongue to make room for the occasion whiff of scented air ... She would stay that way until She felt he had suffered enough... no air ... no escape ... no hope. Only more sexual teasing that would not be satisfied... and more helpless suffering.

Such is the place and privilege of the slave in the suffocation coffin.

THE END

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