Boss Girls Productions - Facesitting punishment for the slave

It was a warm summer afternoon when the slave girl arrived at the luxurious mansion where she was to work for Boss Girls Productions. She was ushered into a lavish living room where two stunningly beautiful women were lounging on the couch, their phones in hand as they watched TV. "You must be the new slave girl," one of them said, nodding towards the other. "I'm Mistress Jane, and this is my partner, Mistress Hanna." The slave girl trembled slightly, taking in their imposing figures; Mistress Jane was tall, with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes, while Mistress Hanna was shorter but just as intimidating, with fiery red curls framing her angelic face. She curtsied nervously before them, knowing instinctively that respect would be key to surviving her time here.

The two mistresses seemed to intuit her thoughts. "Come closer, slave girl," Mistress Jane commanded. She patted the couch next to her, indicating that the slave girl should sit down. Obeying without hesitation, the slave girl felt a sharp pain in her behind as one of the mistresses slapped her hard. "That's better," Mistress Jane purred, running her fingers through the slave girl's long hair. "Now then," she continued, "we understand that you don't have any prior experience working for Boss Girls Productions. It's our job to make sure you're properly educated."

The slave girl trembled, her heart racing as she realized what was about to happen. Mistress Jane smiled cruelly, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You see, the slave girl has to learn to do everything we tell her to, exactly how we want it done. Otherwise, she'll have to live with the consequences." With that, Mistress Jane leaned back on the couch, placing her perfect, round ass in the middle of the slave girl's face. "Breathe deep, slave girl," she commanded. "Take in the scent of my ass, you're going to be spending a lot of time with it."

The slave girl whimpered as she felt herself being pushed closer to her new mistress's juicy rear. She could feel the warmth radiating off of it, along with the distinct aroma of her mistress's bare skin. Slowly, she extended her tongue and began to lap at the small patch of bare flesh that was revealed between Mistress Jane's tight dress and her panties. As she did so, she could feel her mistress's pupils dilate, and she knew that she was doing something right. For once, she was pleasing her mistress, and it felt... amazing.

Meanwhile, Mistress Hanna watched with interest as her partner took pleasure in the slave girl's attentions. After a few moments, she reached down and grabbed a handful of the slave girl's hair, pulling her face closer to Mistress Jane's ass. "That's right," she groaned, "Take your time. You're going to give me a taste of that heavenly hole too." As the slave girl began to lick and suck on Mistress Jane's anus, Mistress Hanna could feel herself getting wet between her legs. She leaned forward slightly, her red curls falling over her face as she watched the display before her. It wasn't often that she got to see someone else getting fucked by Jane's perfect ass, and it turned her on beyond words.

Minutes passed, and the slave girl continued to give herself over to the pleasure of facesitting. She could feel her mistresses' bodies shudder with pleasure as she worked her magic, lapping up their juices with relish. Suddenly, she felt Mistress Jane shift positions slightly, and before she could react, Mistress Hanna had taken over the facesitting punishment. The smaller mistress's ass was just as juicy and inviting as Mistress Jane's, and the slave girl found herself unable to resist the temptation. As she began to lick and suck on Mistress Hanna's asshole, she felt a hand reach between her legs and start to rub her clit. She moaned loudly, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily as she was brought to the brink of orgasm.

For what seemed like an eternity, the two mistresses held the slave girl in their thrall, milking her of every drop of pleasure she had to give. Finally, they released her, and she collapsed onto the floor, spent and exhausted. As she lay there, panting heavily, she could hear Mistress Jane's soft laughter echoing around the room. "You'll do," she purred, "Now get up and fetch me a glass of champagne." With shaking hands, the slave girl got to her feet and hurried off to complete her new mistresses' orders. Little did she know that this was just the beginning of her training at Boss Girls Productions. There would be many more intense experiences like this one in store for her...