Boss Girls Productions - Riding mistress Katharina - Facesitting in jodhpurs (WMV Low Resolution)

Mistress Katharina, the busty and dominant riding goddess stands before her worthless slave, dressed in her stunning jodhpurs. Her thighs glistening with sweat, beckoning for him to taste the essence of her power. She clenches her fists, feeling the tension build up within her as she contemplates the thought of riding his pathetic form once again. But then, she lets out a frustrated sigh; he has failed to satisfy her mounting needs yet again!

With a firm grip and cruel smirk, Mistress Katharina grabs the edges of her jodhpurs and dives deep into the fabric, pulling up her skirt to reveal her juicy, hairy mound, dripping with anticipation for the face it is about to sit upon. "If you can't make me ride you properly," she snarls, her piercing gaze locking onto his trembling form, "then you are damn well going to be my riding cushion!"

His strength abandoned, the slave can only gaze up at his mistress in horror as she mounts his face, slowly lowering herself on top of him, placing her ample breasts against his chest. The stench of sweat mixed with equestrian musk fills his nostrils, making him wince in disgust but also in anticipation of what is to come. Her jodhpurs are rough against his skin, teasing him with every brush of fabric against his face.

As Mistress Katharina sinks into her slave's face, she gasps for air, feeling the intoxicating power surge through her veins. Her thighs press tighter against his head, pushing his face deeper into her silky folds as she begins to ride him, her moans of pleasure muffled by his trembling body.

"Oh yes," she pants, her hips grinding against his face, "that's it, you pathetic excuse for a man! Take it all in, drink in these sweet jodhpurs that have been sat in by so many noble steeds!" Her voice is filled with sadistic delight, knowing that she is using him in the most humiliating way possible.

The slave can feel his face turning red, partially from shame but also from the pressure of his mistress's thighs pressing against his face. He tries to breathe through the discomfort, the smell of sweat and horse musk making his head spin. But as Mistress Katharina's hips begin to buck wildly, driving her riding crop deep into his temple, he loses himself in the moment, surrendering completely to her power.

Hours seem to pass as they remain locked in this intimate embrace, their bodies entwined in a dance of domination and submission. The slave can feel his strength draining away, but he knows that this is what he was born for - to serve his mistress, to give her the pleasure she so rightfully deserves.

As Mistress Katharina finally climaxes, her body shuddering with delight, she pulls herself off of her slave's face, throwing back her head in ecstasy. With a cruel laugh, she brushes the strands of hair from her face, exposing her flushed cheeks and satisfied smile. "There, you useless creature," she spits, "now go clean yourself up before I ride you again!"

With a final kick to his chest, she disappears into the shadows, leaving the slave to lie there, his face stinging from the rough fabric and his heart heavy with the knowledge that he is truly at her mercy.