Trapped in the tight walls of a room, the slave has nowhere to run. The Master wastes no time, dragging him to the bathroom with a tighten Dragon Sleeper that clamps down with suffocating pressure. Every twist, every pull, is calculated to break his resistance and remind him who truly holds the power.
The domination is relentless. Every second in the hold feels heavier, more punishing. The smaller body writhes but finds no escape, his strength drained bit by bit under the Master’s crushing control. The stinky scent from the armpit really make the slave to scream and beg for mercy. Sometimes tapping to give up.
By the end, there’s no question who stands above. The Master asserts his authority, leaving his rival broken, silenced, and utterly dominated. This isn’t just a fight, it’s a statement of total control. More of it it’s a punishment, armpit smothering.
