Boss Girls Productions - Seat and smellingpad

Kathrin, the bossy and dominant queen of Boss Girls Productions, was sitting on her specially made living chair. It was designed to be comfortable for her plump, round ass, but it also served another purpose - it was a perfect seatpad for her object of desire - the faceless man beneath her. As she sat there, using him as a footstool while preening herself in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but notice how warm the seat had become. Without thinking twice, she casually lifted her bottom off of her slave's face and stood up, revealing her plump butt in all its glory. She removed her trousers, leaving herself only in her tiny thong, feeling the soft fabric between her legs as they tingled with anticipation. Satisfied with how aroused she felt, Kathrin placed her bare ass back onto the heated seat and leaned forward so that her weight was fully supported by her slave's face. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath against her panties, tickling her sensitive folds. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the moment. Kathrin decided it was time to test his obedience further. "Lie down on the floor," she commanded, pointing her finger downwards. "I want you to smell me from underneath." The man immediately obeyed, knowing that disobedience would result in severe punishment. He lay down on his stomach, eagerly awaiting his new task. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Kathrin slid her panties to the side and lowered herself slowly onto the man's face, feeling his warm breath against her bare ass. She grinned as she felt him struggling to breathe beneath her. "Breathe," she said, her voice sounding almost amused. "But only when I allow it." And with that, Kathrin proceeded to make facesitting games out of her slave's breathing, denying him air at will while he was forced to endure the sweet stench of her armpits and pussy. As she grew bored of this game, Kathrin decided to let her slave breathe again, knowing he would be grateful for even the smallest mercy. She settled into her seat, enjoying the feeling of having a living being as her cushion. The smell of his face and the warmth of his body only added to her sense of power and control. From that day forward, Kathrin knew that she had found the perfect addition to her collection of BDSM toys - a living seatpad who would not only provide comfort but also submit to her every whim. She would continue to use him as such, pumping out countless facetsitting scenes that would leave their mark on both the slave beneath her and the devoted audience watching on.