Boss Girls Productions - Facesitting without mercy - small version

The room was silent, filled with tension as Mistress Vanny glared daggers at her slave. He stood before her trembling, knowing full well that he had crossed the line this time. She sighed heavily before speaking, her tone cold and devoid of any emotion. "Because you've been such a nuisance lately, it seems only fitting that you receive the proper punishment for your behavior." Her words sent shivers down his spine. He had never seen her this angry before and it terrified him.

"You will now receive some good old fashioned facesitting without mercy," she continued, her eyes narrowing. As soon as the words left her lips, she lunged forward, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him towards her. She sat firmly on his head with her g-string covered ass, effectively trapping him underneath her. He could feel the outline of her vulva against his nose, and he couldn't help but let out a whimper of fear.

Mistress Vanny took a moment to compose herself before addressing him again. "I don't want to see your face, slave. I don't want to hear anything from you unless I ask for it. Do you understand?" She waited for his response, her breathing heavily on his face causing him to shudder in anticipation of what was to come.

He nodded meekly, knowing that this was his only chance to show submission. He hoped that if he obeyed and remained silent, she might show some mercy in the end. But deep down he knew it was a foolish hope. His mistress was not one to show mercy lightly, especially when she felt slighted like this.

Gripping the back of his head tightly, Mistress Vanny began to apply pressure, forcing all the air out of his lungs. She leaned back in her chair, settling into a comfortable position with his face buried deep in her crotch. She felt his desperate attempts to breathe as they passed over her, filling her with an evil satisfaction. His only escape was to suck on her clit, which she had thrust out just enough to reach. But she knew he was terrified of tasting her, so she would have to force the issue.

Slowly, she began to grind her hips against his face, rocking back and forth as she teased him. She could feel his discomfort growing, but she didn't care. This was punishment after all, and she was determined to make it as unpleasant for him as possible. She would continue until he learned his lesson or until she grew tired of the game, whichever came first.

Hours passed, and the room fell into silence except for the sound of their shallow breathing. The slave struggled against his bonds, fighting against the pain and humiliation that coursed through his body. But it was no use. He was at the mercy of his mistress, and he knew it. He could only wait and hope for some small sign of mercy, some indication that this torture would soon end. But deep down, he knew better than to expect anything but pain and humiliation.