Smother Because Of Fun

I trussed the little slave hard on the chair. He fears a lot this little loser. He can not tell me why because I keep shut his mouth and nose. The deadbeat can not breathe and complains a lot. That makes me joy and I keep shut his nose and mouth again and again so he cannot breathe and speak. It is so funny how he crucify himself under my torment and it makes me more joy. I could do this for hours!