Boss Girls Productions - Today I want more face sitting

As she walked into the dimly-lit room, Mistress Svenja's curvaceous figure towered over the trembling slave beneath her. Today, she had decided to take her pleasure in a new way - by prolonging the face sitting session for as long as she desired. Her heart raced with anticipation at the thought of grinding her tight jeans into his face, feeling his warm breath fanning her soft skin.

She arranged herself comfortably on the chair, her strong thighs spread apart invitingly. Her full breasts hung provocatively over his forehead, beads of sweat forming at the base of her neck. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his chest, feeling the shackles holding his wrists groan under the weight of her body. His head was forced down into her crotch, his nose grazing against the sheer fabric of her panties. He moaned softly as his cock rubbed against the cold metal of his shackles, aching for release.

Breathing heavily, Mistress Svenja leaned back in the chair, relishing the sight of the bound man beneath her. She traced her fingers along his jawline, feeling the scratchy stubble of his beard against her fingertips. "Enjoying this?" she purred, her hot breath tickling his ear. "You wish you could escape, don't you?" She chuckled darkly, her piercing gaze boring into his terrified eyes.

As if in response, the slave tried to squirm under her weight, groaning loudly as his chest was crushed beneath her. Mistress Svenja smiled cruelly, feeling a surge of power rush through her veins. She raised her left foot onto the armrest of the chair, pushing even harder onto his throat with her denim-clad thigh. He gagged, his tongue pushing desperately against the rough denim, trying to catch a breath of air.

And so she sat, her body slowly swaying from side to side as she found her rhythm. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, her mind consumed with the sensation of dominating him completely. Minutes turned into hours, and still she remained seated, her full breasts plumping against his chest with every breath. She sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of his body radiating upwards into hers.

Finally, when she deemed it fit, Mistress Svenja rose slowly from her throne of submission. Her slave fell flat on his back, gasping for air, his chest heaving from the effort of enduring her weight. She stood over him, stroking her hand along his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. "Thank you for taking care of me today," she purred, her voice like sweet poison. "I hope I have adequately pleased you."

The slave looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear, desire, and relief. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered hoarsely. "You are always welcome in my home." She laughed softly, turning on her heel and walking out of the room, leaving him to lick his wounds and wonder when she would grace him with her presence again.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Mistress Svenja allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. Today had been a good day indeed.