Boss Girls Productions - Under her ass

Janette was in awe of her own power. She was a dominant figure, not just in the boardroom but also in the bedroom. Her submissive slave was at her feet, ready and willing to do anything she desired. Today, she had an idea that would test the limits of his endurance. She made him crawl up to her, his nose almost touching the soft, inviting cheeks of her ass. "Now, you will be my comfortable ass cushion," she commanded. With that, she lifted her ample bottom and placed it on his face, forcing him to inhale the sweet scent of her anal region. "You will practice holding your breath when you can't take it anymore," she added with a cruel smirk. "And don't even think about moving out of your place until I say so." For hours, Janette remained seated on his face, occasionally adjusting her position to maintain the perfect level of discomfort for her slave. He could feel the weight of her world crushing down on him, but he dared not move. She was after all, the Boss Girl, and he was her devoted subject. As the day wore on, his heart raced with fear and anticipation. Surely the smell and taste of his Mistress's ass would drive him mad. But she was determined to break him, to make him completely submissive to her will. Just when he thought he could take no more, she finally stood up, revealing a beautiful, sweat-covered ass that had been sitting on his face all day. "Well done, slave," she said with a hint of approval. "You have passed the test. Now you belong to me, body and soul." He could barely muster up the energy to nod in agreement as she pulled him back into a deep, passionate kiss, tasting herself on his lips. She pushed him towards the corner, commanding him to remain there until she beckoned him back. As night fell, Janette returned to find her slave still waiting patiently in the corner. She walked over to him, unbuckling his pants and freeing his swollen cock from its confinement. "Now," she whispered seductively, "you are going to pleasure me. And you will enjoy every second of it." With that, she climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open. The scent of her aroused pussy was almost overwhelming. But it was time for her slave to show his true worth. Kneeling between her legs, he took a deep breath and started licking her trimmed bush. He could feel her shudder with delight as he gently probed his tongue into her most private parts. Hours later, exhausted but satisfied, Janette lay panting on her back, her giant tits heaving with each breath. Her slave knelt at her side, still hard-as-rock from his constant arousal. She reached out and stroked his cheek, her fingers tracing the lines of her ass etched into his face from all those hours of sitting on it. "You are truly mine now," she whispered softly. With that, she turned over, presenting her gaping ass hole to him. "And now, it's time to return the favor." She beckoned him closer, urging him to take her ass-hole as his own. As he hesitantly entered her, she leaned back, resting her weight on his shoulders. "Remember," she whispered in his ear, "you are mine now." And so it began, a new chapter in their twisted and passionate relationship. Her slave was hers, body and soul, ready to fulfill her every whim and desire. Even if it meant spending hours sitting under her perfect ass, breathing in her sweet scent, waiting for his next command.