The prisoner lies prostrate before my throne, confined within a leather straitjacket and tethered by a chain around his neck. The retribution he faces involves suffocating beneath my leather-clad buttocks. Seated upon him, I muffle his cries, deforming his face and nose. The distinct sound of leather eclipses his moans, as I press and grind, unyielding in my movements. I command him to remove my heels with his mouth, liberating my feet for enhanced maneuverability and further oppression. His endurance has been commendable, but there remains room for improvement. A few well-placed kicks serve as a reminder, and I dismiss him from my presence.