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You are quite the little pest, non? Always blinking around, so fast, so annoying. But now… look at you. Trapped beneath me. You are free to try and wiggle out, *chérie*, but we both know you are too small, too weak. So you will stay still. And you will learn your lesson while I make myself comfortable. Take a deep breath, *petite fille*. If you struggle, it only makes me sit harder. So be still… and accept your place. Now, let us ensure the lesson is not forgotten. I begin to grind against you, a slow, deliberate circle that forces your nose hard into my cleft. Back and forth I rub, ensuring every inch of your face is smothered. Your nostrils must be filled with nothing but my aroma, rich, pungent, and undeniably feminine. Any emotional damage? It is merely a side effect of teaching you your proper place. You are an object for my use, a cushion for my comfort. Your tears would not move me; your whimpers are just noise. So breathe deeply. Let it ruin you. I am indifferent to your suffering, I only care that you obey. This smell will be in your memory forever, *petite anglaise*. A reminder of who put you in your place.