Boss Girls Productions - Her seating cushion

Kathrin stepped into the lavishly decorated room, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. She needed a quiet place to prepare for her big night out; a place where she could sit and apply her makeup without any distractions. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in all the luxurious details before falling on her unsuspecting slave. He lay motionless on the chair, his head propped up against the backrest and his eyes closed. A contented smile played on Kathrin's lips as she realized he wouldn't cause any trouble while she used him as a human seat cushion. This was going to be perfect! Slowly, deliberately, Kathrin placed one foot on top of her slave's chest and steadied herself by grasping his hair in her hand. With a deep breath, she eased her full weight onto his face until her ass was hovering just above his nose. She couldn't help but enjoy the way he squirmed beneath her; it made her feel powerful and desirable. Kathrin reached for the makeup bag resting on a nearby table and began applying her cosmetics with deft hands, using her slave's face as an impromptu vanity mirror. She couldn't help but glance down now and then to watch his reactions; the way his eyes pleaded with hers, the way his lips parted ever-so-slightly, it all sent shivers down her spine. As she finished up her makeup routine, Kathrin took one final look at her handiwork in the reflection on her slave's cheek. She smiled, satisfied with the results. Now came the hard part: Training him to endure her weight for longer periods of time. She knew he had good stamina, but she was determined to push him past his limits tonight. Turning back to face her slave, Kathrin took a deep breath and sank deeper into his face, pressing her firm, round ass against his mouth and nose. His breathing became ragged, but he didn't dare move. His cock, trapped between their bodies, throbbed against her sensitive skin. With a smirk, Kathrin reached down and grabbed his growing erection through his pants. "Oh yes," she purred, "You like this, don't you? You like being my human seat cushion, feeling the full weight of my perfect ass on your face. You're begging for more, aren't you?" Unable to respond, the slave nodded his head slightly in agreement, his eyes locked on hers. Kathrin grinned wickedly before pulling her hand back and placing both palms flat on his chest, pushing him back into the chair. "Not so fast," she teased, playfully pinching his nipples through his shirt. "We're just getting started. Tonight, you're going to learn what it means to be at the foot of a true domme."