Boss Girls Productions - A seat for her new jeans (WMV Low Resolution)

When Jane got her new pair of jeans, she couldn't wait to try them on. They fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. But as she admired herself in the mirror, an idea popped into her head: why not test them out on someone else? Specifically, on the slave who had been at her beck and call for far too long?

The slave entered the room, looking nervous but also expectant. He had no idea what Jane had planned, but he trusted her completely. She smiled wickedly and told him to get down on his knees. As he did so, she edged closer, her ass now only inches away from his face. Smirking, she slowly lowered herself onto his face, feeling the weight of her body press against his mouth and nose.

Jane took a moment to savor the feeling of being worshipped in such a manner. It was almost intoxicating. She couldn't help but lean forward slightly, giving the slave even more of her. He moaned softly against her flesh, unable to resist the temptation of her ass. She loved hearing him struggle beneath her.

For several minutes, Jane remained still, letting the slave get used to the feeling of having her ass buried in his face. But then, as if sensing his increased comfort, she began moving ever so slightly. Back and forth, testing the limits of his tolerance. It was clear that he was enjoying himself, but she doubted he truly understood just how much these jeans were worth.

"Do you love these jeans?" she purred, her voice filling the room. "Because I do. They make my ass look hot as hell, don't they?" She laughed lightly before adding, "And the thought of you being my seat is just so... satisfying." She couldn't help but shiver with pleasure at the thought.

The slave nodded fervently, his words muffled by her ass. "Yes, Mistress. They're amazing." Jane smiled triumphantly, pleased with his response. After all, she had always known that she had the best slaves around.

Deciding to push things a bit further, Jane began moving more vigorously. She rocked back and forth on the slave's face, feeling his mouth open slightly as he struggled to breathe. It was an intoxicating feeling, knowing that she held his life in her hands... or rather, her ass. She loved the power she held over him, the way he willing submitted to her every whim.

As she continued to ride him, Jane couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep this up. The sweat was starting to collect on her skin, making the jeans slightly slick against her flesh. But she wasn't ready to stop yet. Not until she was absolutely certain that the slave understood just what he was doing.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, Jane pulled herself off of the slave's face. He looked up at her with adoration and gratitude, unable to form words to express his appreciation for what she had just given him.

Jane stood up, holding out her hands for balance. Her legs felt slightly shaky from the exertion, but her heart was pounding with excitement. She had never before experienced such power or pleasure. "Well, slave?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Do you love these jeans?"

The slave nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mistress. More than anything." Jane smiled, pleased with his response. As she walked away, she could already feel the jeans growing moldy beneath her. They had definitely served their purpose.