I stayed sat on his face for what seemed like an eternity, me lost in a world of ecstasy, him licking furiously in between gasps for breath, aware that any slow down from him meant instant pain to whatever was in reach of my hands.
After many climaxes, orgasms and who knows what else I stopped. Slumped against his face. Eventually, I stood up.
"Good work slave." I said staring down at his cum-covered face. "Now it's your turn."
I walked out of the basement and fixed my make-up and dress, leaving him alone and bewildered in the dark.