The reverence continues (see Feet to worship), as every inch of my body and muscles are worshipped, following the adoration of my feet. The more I dominate, the more he adores me, showering kisses on my flawless physique and cherishing every drop of my spittle as a precious gift. He is no match for my strength, able only to adore me and collapse to the ground as I mount him, taking my seat on his face. He struggles to breathe, intoxicated by my scent and overwhelmed by the weight of my buttocks, completely under my control.