Boss Girls Productions - Trying my new slave couch

Jessica, the CEO of Boss Girls Productions, was excited to test out her brand new, expensive couch. She laid down the personal seat cushion that she usually sat on and placed it on the couch. The cushion was small, firm, and only just big enough for her ample behind to rest on. She felt a slight unease as it pressed against the back of her knees but pushed her plump cheeks onto the couch anyway.

Her large eyes scanned the room, contemplating what colour to get the couch reupholstered in. She had just bought it and already felt it necessary to change things up. Maybe a sleek, black leather would be better? As these thoughts ran through her mind, she adjusted her position on the couch, grinding her padded bottom into her employee's face.

Her breasts were precariously close to being squashed between them, and she leaned forward slightly to avoid this. Her ass, however, was pushed as far into his face as it could go. He lay beneath her, panting heavily as she treated him like a piece of furniture. It wasn't the first time she had forced him to pleasure her in such a way, but it never got any less humiliating for him.

"I can't believe you just bought a new couch when you could've given me a raise," he whispered through his labored breaths. Jessica chuckled lightly, not bothering to respond. She was too focused on finding the perfect position for her ample booty to truly care about his complaints. She shifted again, pushing her weight onto the one area of the cushion that still had some give, eliciting a loud moan from beneath her.

This power trip was one of her favorite parts about having a steady stream of employees willing to do her bidding. They all knew that their job security depended on how well they performed these degrading acts, and she couldn't help but take pride in that fact. She basked in the sight of his lustful gaze, locked onto her plump rear end. She knew that she held all the power in this situation, and she intended to use it to her full advantage.

As she began to rock back and forth on the couch, grinding her hips into his face, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have someone else trying out the couch. A new recruit, perhaps? One who wouldn't be as familiar with her demands or tastes. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she pressed herself even harder against his face, savoring the power she held over him.

Jessica's eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in the sensations she was creating. Her heart raced, and her breath came in short gasps as she finally reached the peak of pleasure. With one last thrust, she collapsed onto the couch, shuddering with gratification. For a moment, she simply basked in the afterglow of her climax before rolling off him and onto the couch cushions. Her heavy breathing slowly returned to normal, and she opened one eye to gaze at the defeated man lying beneath her.

"Well?" she asked, her tone void of emotion. "Did you like how it felt to service your boss's needs?" He simply looked up at her, a mix of humiliation and arousal in his eyes. "I did," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Jessica smiled to herself. Another successful booty call, then. She stood up, her cushion still flattened underneath her, and turned to leave the room. As she walked out, she heard his weak voice calling after her. "When do I get my next shift, boss?" She paused in the doorway, her face hidden in shadow. "You don't," she said simply before disappearing down the hallway.

The click of the lock on the door signaled the end of his shift, and the start of what felt like an eternity without the possibility of release. As Jessica walked away, she couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep her employees in a constant state of anticipation. The thought made her smile, and she practically bounced down the hallway, eager to plan her next devious act of pleasure and power.

Back in her office, she settled back into her chair, musing over her new couch and all the possibilities it presented. Her mind wandered back to the employee she'd just left, wondering if he'd taken a hint from her actions and start looking into other job opportunities. The thought was comforting, knowing that she held such power over him. She laughed lightly to herself, already planning her next move for the next poor soul who found themselves in her grasp.

For now, though, she had work to do. The scent of her employee's desperation still lingered in the air, but she had long since become numb to it. Instead, she focused on her computer screen, determined to be even more successful in her next bout of seating arranging.