Fantasy story

two nights ago while we were here in Alabama and can't really do anything with each other due to family and the kiddo and all the annoying stuff, I asked him what I should masturbate thinking about.

He said he wanted me to masturbate to this fantasy.

I am in a reverse hog tie lying on my back, naked and helpless. Vulnerable. On the floor.  Master is wearing his leather gloves, leather boots, leather shirt, and jeans.
He walks up to me and puts his boot on my chest and pushes hard, making it hard for me to breathe.
I own you, he says.
He gives me a breath, and then grinds the tread of his boot into my chest again.
I own you from your head to your feet.
He puts his boot on my neck, but doesn't push hard, just enough pressure to keep my attention.
I can trample you
He steps off of me and leans down to slap me in the face with one gloved hand, holding my face steady with his other hand.
Or beat you, if I want to.
He kneels over me so that he is holding me down at my neck with his shin, and basically sitting on my chest. He reaches down with on hand and pushes two fingers into my pussy. I'm soaking wet.
I own both your holes,
He starts lifting me up by my cunt, jerking me off the ground repeatedly. I scream out in pain.
And I can use them how I want.
He slams his other hand down over my mouth and nose. I taste blood, and air squeezes out between his fingers as I realize he has cut off my air, and my lip is split.
I own your mouth
He lets go of my cunt and turns around, still not letting me breathe, positioning himself with his knees on my shoulders, and grabs my throats and begins choking me with his free hand.
And your pretty little throat. And every breath you take belongs to me.
I'm starting to run out of air, and I can't help fighting and trying to buck him off.
I can give you a breath or choke you out, or choke you to death and fuck your corpse if I want to. I own you and that's up to me.  Know this, slave. I own you.
Everything fades to black and the lights dim and go out.