Boss Girls Productions - Aileen Taylor makes him a living seat pad

Aileen Taylor was never one to shy away from power. She loved being the boss, and her latest venture, Boss Girls Productions, only amplified that desire. Today was no different as she sat comfortably in her office chair, her face aglow with satisfaction. Across from her sat her most loyal slave, who happened to have a major scat fetish. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging for mercy as he struggled to catch his breath beneath her considerable weight.

Aileen let out a soft chuckle, running a manicured hand through her silky hair. She knew exactly how much this pathetic excuse for a man loved being her living seat pad. It was one of his favorite things she did to him - let him worship her ass while she sat on his face. And today was going to be no different.

Slowly, she rose from her chair, swaying her hips back and forth teasingly. She didn't bother to turn around, knowing full well that he could see the delicate lace trim of her thong peeking out from underneath her skirt. With a soft snicker, she made her way over to him, her heels clicking against the floor.

She stood over him, her body dripping with confidence. He was already panting hard, his face flushed with excitement and anticipation. Without saying a word, she lowered herself down onto his chest, her soft moan reverberating around the room. His hands immediately shot out to grab at her waist, but she pushed them away dismissively.

With cautious precision, she lowered herself further down onto his face, until she was finally resting comfortably on his nose and mouth. He gasped for air, finding it nearly impossible to breathe beneath her substantial weight. But he couldn't bring himself to move - not yet. He wanted to stay in this position as long as possible, worshiping his Mistress with every fiber of his being.

Aileen settled in, relishing the feeling of her slave's hot breath on her skin. She could feel his body shuddering beneath her, a testament to his sheer desire for her. She let out a contented sigh, leaning back against his chest. "Today is going to be a long day for you, slave," she purred softly. "I think I'll be making good use of you as my living seat pad."

She patted his head affectionately, nearly losing her balance in the process. Luckily, her slave was more than happy to support her weight. As she began to relax further into his chest, she felt a twinge of guilt. He didn't deserve this kind of treatment - but he seemed to love it so much. With a sigh, she decided to grant him a small mercy.

She shifted slightly, lifting her body just enough to allow him a tiny breath of air. He gasped gratefully, sucking in as much oxygen as he could before she lowered herself down again. This cycle repeated several times - just enough respite to keep him going, but not enough to truly escape his predicament. In the back of her mind, Aileen knew that this wasn't healthy - neither physically nor mentally. But she couldn't help herself; she was addicted to the power she held over her slave. And he was just as addicted to the scent of her ass, the feel of her soft skin against his face.

An hour passed, then two. Finally, Aileen could feel her eyes growing heavy. She knew it was time to end this little game. With one last sigh of contentment, she stood up, heaving her considerable weight off of her slave's chest. He groaned in relief, coughing and wheezing as he struggled to catch his breath. Aileen blushed slightly, feeling a twinge of guilt. But she pushed it aside, focusing on her own pleasure instead. After all, that's what this was all about, wasn't it?

She smirked down at him, then walked over to her desk, sitting down slowly. "Good boy," she murmured, running a hand through her hair again. She knew he would be back tomorrow, ready and willing to do anything she asked. Because that's the power of Boss Girls Productions: it doesn't just entertain - it controls.