Boss Girls Productions - Slave used for facesitting - small version

Slave used for facesitting - small version brought to you by Boss Girls Productions. Mistress Anna stands before her new toy, a helpless slave tied up on the floor. The sight of him sends shivers down her spine; he's completely hers now. His eyes dart around, pleading for mercy as he realizes who his new Mistress is. She smirks, staring down at him with disgust before leaning over to grab something from beside a table. "Mistress Anna's girlfriend left me this," she says, holding up a pair of black leather panties by their thin straps, "she said they were too tight for her." She chuckles, running her finger along the thin material as if admiring its fit. "But they'll be perfect for what I have in mind." With that, she unties the slave's hands and feet, spreading them wide before taking a seat over his face. Her ass comes down hard on his mouth, making him gag as he tries to breathe in the scent of her panties. "That's it, slave," she hisses, taking pleasure in his discomfort. "You're going to be my new seat cushion." For what seems like hours, Anna remains seated, using the slave as a pillow for her weight. She grinds herself against his face, relishing in the power she holds over him. His struggles are futile, and he can do nothing but take it as she slowly sinks into submission. "Ahhh, this is just perfect," she murmurs, leaning back slightly to get comfortable. "Being a Mistress is truly the life." With her free hand, she brushes through her long, silky hair, taking pleasure in the feel of it cascading down her back. Soon enough, the slave's struggles become less and less, his eyes losing focus as he gives up hope of escape. He resigns himself to his fate, becoming nothing more than a tool for Mistress Anna's pleasure. She may use him however she sees fit, and there's nothing he can do about it. As time passes, Anna begins to relax into her newfound bliss. The weight of the world seems to be lifted from her shoulders as she finds solace in the submission of her slave. For once, someone else is in control, and it feels... right. Night falls, and yet still, Mistress Anna remains seated on her slave's face. Morning comes, and yet still, there she is – her newfound power intact. Days turn into weeks, and the slave becomes accustomed to his life of servitude. He knows his place now, and he will never forget who put him there.