Boss Girls Productions - Brutal facesitting with Jo

Jo felt like having some fun today. She grabbed her unsuspecting sub from the bedroom and dragged him to the living room. There, she had him stand while she picked out the perfect outfit for her dominating escapade: a tight, black latex dress that hugged her curves and revealed just enough of her rounded ass to be tantalizing. After putting on a pair of matching black lace gloves, Jo ordered her sub to lay down on the floor, face-down, arms stretched out to the side, his view obscured by the thick pile of their bed sheets. With a wicked grin, she climbed onto his back, stepping on his wrists to hold him down more securely.

Slowly, she wiggled and squirmed in her black dress, making sure her ass was in constant motion just inches from his face. He couldn't help but inhale her sweet scent, mixed with the musky aroma of his mistress's intimate areas. Jo chuckled darkly as she felt his hot breath against her perky ass cheeks, making him all too aware of his place in her world - her personal toilet slave. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she leaned down and started to speak directly into his ear.

"Smell my ass, slave," she purred. "Now tell me what a good girl I am." His reply was instantaneous: "You're such a good girl, Mistress Jo." Jo was pleased with his response. She loved being worshipped like this. Besides, it was kind of fun to see how far she could push her little toy. After all, someone had to take out the trash, right?

Deciding to mix things up a bit, Jo suddenly sat down on the sub's face, causing him to gag on her ass. She slid her hand between their bodies and roughly groped his crotch through his pants, making it clear that she was in control of both his pleasure and pain. With one hand still pinning his wrists to the floor, she began to ride him hard, grinding her wet pussy against his mouth as she humiliated him even further. To add insult to injury, she used the other hand to repeatedly smack his face and rub his nose in her filth.

"Suck my juices, slave," she commanded. "And don't you dare try to escape or clean yourself up. I might just decide to keep you like this all day, buried under these sheets." The mere thought of being trapped under the sheets with Jo's fat ass smothering his face sent shivers down the sub's spine. He couldn't imagine anything more humiliating or erotic at the same time. As he felt her wetness growing on his tongue, he tried his best to please her while also savoring the delicious scent of her ass.

Time seemed to stand still as Jo gradually increased the intensity of her facelicking session. The sub could feel his cock throbbing beneath her gloved hand, desperate for release, but he knew better than to ask for permission. After all, it was not his place to climax. It was his sole purpose to serve and please his Mistress Jo, no matter how degrading or violent their encounters became.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jo pulled away, and stood up, stepping off her sub's body with a satisfied smirk. She untied him slowly, casually tapping his wrists as if to remind him who was in charge. "Good boy," she purred, stretching out her hand for him to help him up. As he stood up, half-erect and covered in her scent, he knew that he would be cleaning himself for hours - but he also knew that the thought of pleasing his Mistress Jo again was already driving him wild.