Boss Girls Productions - Princess Serena - Facesitting Femdom - small version

Princess Serena's slave had been well-trained to anticipate her arrival. He waited on the floor, his arms and legs bound tightly by silken ropes. His body was ready and eager for his mistress's whims. When Princess Serena finally made her grand entrance, she surveyed her helpless slave with a satisfied smirk. This was going to be a good day. "Well, well," she purred, "look what we have here. A pathetic loser, just waiting for his Princess to make use of him." She laughed evilly, drawing out the syllables for dramatic effect. Slowly, she approached her unsuspecting victim. He trembled in anticipation beneath her gaze, struggling against his bonds in vain. With a cruel chuckle, she leaned down and placed the tip of her foot on his abdomen, grinding against him as she surveyed her domain. "It seems you'll do nicely as a living chair today," she mused aloud. "I've got plans for you, my little toy." Princess Serena paused for effect before straddling the slave's chest. She grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his head up towards her, all the while maintaining eye contact. The tension was palpable as she leaned forward, their faces mere inches apart. "Welcome to your first lesson in facesitting," she purred, her hot breath fanning across his cheeks. "I'm going to teach you just how enjoyable it can be to serve at my feet." And with that, she lowered herself slowly onto his face, feeling his warm breath against her crotch. His tongue darted out tentatively, tasting her musk, which only caused her to groan in approval. For hours, Princess Serena administered her "education" with expert precision. She sat on his face in a variety of positions, testing his stamina and determination. Each time he struggled, she would lean down and whisper dark promises into his ear: "You'll take all of me," she purred menacingly, "and you'll like it." By the end of the day, the slave was a broken man. His face was red and chafed from the prolonged contact with Princess Serena's body, and his will to resist was all but shattered. But he knew that this was just the beginning. He belonged to Princess Serena now, body and soul. As she stood up, untied him, and left the room, the slave could only watch in awe as his beloved mistress graced him with one final look of victory. He knew that it would be a long time before he saw her again. But when he did, he couldn't help but wonder what new form of humiliation she had planned for him next.