Goddess Aria Zahara - Mission Beta Elimination.mp4


You finally get the balls to do a pro session after many years of hemming and hawing, putting it off for a different time and place. Your Mistress is a bewitching, 5’11 brunette Goddess and you feel eerily buzzed by her beauty and only vaguely terrified of what will happen under Her control. She begins the session and immediately starting playing you like an instrument, you’re in subbie heaven, you wonder what took you so long to finally go to a dungeon for the real deal.. nothing else could possibly compare to this bliss.Her spectacular fingers find their way to your throat, grasping tightly and expertly, you feel your cock immediately become engorged from the oxygen rushing to it instead of your brain. You feel yourself growing more and more stupid, more and more weak in her presence. You want to please Her, you couldn’t remember your safe word if you wanted to. You’re in the palm of Her hand and she knows it. Your cock is throbbing although it hasn’t even been touched, the slightest breeze would get you off. You hear her rummaging for something and a second later a plastic bag is over your head.Terror grips you as you struggle to take a breath, the plastic fills your mouth and tongue desperately attempt to push it out. She leaves it on for about 30 seconds, your eyes bulging, your lungs burning, your cock twitching, hard as ever. She pulls it off, laughing, telling you how much She enjoys that look in your eyes. She observes as you regain your composure and swiftly yanks it over your head once more, this time for 60 seconds. In a dark twist of fate, She reveals Her life’s purpose is to systematically eliminate beta males from existence, to fulfill a new World Order where pathetic bottom feeders like you exit the gene pool. She lets you breathe again after describing in horrific detail what will become of you. You have never felt this scared or turned on, and on some level you understand Her mission despite all your faculties struggling to survive purely out of instinct.She will grant you one last wish, and because losers like you are so predictable, she knows your dying wish will be to CUM. She readjusts your hand so you can stroke your own cock, fastens the bag over your face after saying, “Goodbye,” and watches the spectacle of you hurriedly jerking off to have the most powerful orgasm of your life, fighting against the plastic to breathe, flopping like a fish as every cell in your body yells for oxygen, and as cum erupts out of you as your consciousness slowly fades to black. One more down.