Boss Girls Productions - Empress Cruel - Levis Jeanssitting

It was hard for Levis jeans fanboi to concentrate on his work, knowing that his beloved boss, Empress Cruel, was rumored to be returning soon. He constantly found himself daydreaming about the exact moment when she would grace him with her presence once more. Little did he know that his dreams were about to turn into a waking nightmare. Empress Cruel, as the name implied, was a merciless ruler and domina. She wasn't one to show any mercy or compassion towards her slaves, especially not this one. He had been under her control for quite some time now, constantly being put through various degrading and painful acts. However, this time it was going to be different. This time she had something special planned for him. As soon as he entered her office, he could sense something was off. The air was filled with tension, and the usually frigid aura around her seemed to be even more intense today. She was sitting behind her desk, wearing a tight blue pair of Levis jeans that hugged every curve of her body snugly. It took all of his willpower not to stare at her ass or admit how jealous he was of the denim material that was touching his goddess. "You wanted to be taught a lesson, didn't you?" She asked, her voice cold and harsh. He nodded, not daring to say anything else. "Good," she purred, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs slightly apart. Without warning, she scooted her chair forward and pinned him against the desk, his face inches away from her crotch. "Today, you will learn what it means to truly serve a mistress." She spread her legs wider apart, revealing the lacy black panties underneath. The smell of her arousal wafted up to his nose, making him lightheaded. He couldn't believe this was really happening. He was about to be forced to perform facesitting in tight Levis jeans for his sadistic boss. "Now then," she continued, her breath hot against his ear, "I want you to take off your pants and underwear. Slowly. Don't rush this." She gripped his hair tighter, pulling his head closer to her moist crotch. He could feel the outline of her panties through the denim, and it was driving him wild with desire. Or was it fear? He wasn't quite sure anymore. Reluctantly, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor in a pile around his ankles. He hesitated for a moment before pulling off his underwear, exposing his erect cock to the cool air in the room. She chuckled darkly, running her tongue over her lips. "Such a pathetic excuse for a man," she scoffed, grasping his throbbing dick and squeezing it gently before releasing it. "But we'll make do. Now get on your knees, and beg me to sit on your face." He knew better than to argue with her. With shaking hands, he crawled towards the desk on his knees and positioned himself between her spread legs. Looking up at her, he swallowed nervously and whispered, "Please, Empress, let me service your majesty's perfect ass. I'll do anything you want. Just let me feel your weight on my face." She smirked as she watched him beg. It was like watching a trained puppy perform a trick. "Very well," she said, laying back in her chair and widening her stance even further. "But remember, this is my ass that you're about to worship. Do not forget who is in control here." Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, the rough denim rubbing against his sensitive skin. She pressed down hard, making him gasp for air. The smell of her arousal was almost overwhelming, and every ounce of willpower he had was being pushed to its limits. He could feel himself about to cum just from the sensation of her ass pressing against his face. Empress Cruel began to rock back and forth, grinding her hips against his face. She leaned forward slightly, reaching out to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head closer to her crotch. "That's it, boy," she purred. "Eat my ass like the good little cocksucker you are." Time seemed to stand still as he continued to serve his cruel mistress. Each thrust of her hips sent shivers down his spine, and every groan of pleasure that escaped her lips sent waves of excitement through his body. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he knew he never wanted it to end. As suddenly as she started, Empress Cruel sat upright, raising herself off of her slave's face. She glared down at him, her eyes burning with a mix of lust and contempt. "You disgust me," she spat, reaching down to grab his hair again. "But you're entertaining, at least. Get yourself cleaned up, and get back to work." Without another word, she turned her back on him and began typing away on her computer, dismissing him like a piece of trash. He remained kneeling on the cold floor, his body trembling with exhaustion and arousal. A single tear trickled down his cheek as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. He was a slave, and he belonged to Empress Cruel. There would be more punishments, more humiliation, and more facesitting. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. He was addicted to the power and control she wielded over him, and he knew that no matter what she put him through, he would always come back for more.