Princess Serena - My seatpad slave

Princess Serena gazed down at the pathetic creature below her. A mere mortal who dared to lay claim to being her seat pad. She laughed cruelly as she relished in the power she held over him. He didn't understand yet what was in store for him, but it wouldn't be long before she revealed her plan. She slowly lowered herself on his face, feeling his struggling underneath her heavy weight. He gasped and squealed pathetically as her soft cheeks pressed against his mouth, Her ass was plump and round; the perfect size for a face like his. She giggled to herself as she started to move, grinding her hips against his face in slow, sensual motions.

She felt his breath hitching as he tried to suck in any scrap of air he could find. His face was red and flush from the lack of oxygen, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill watching him suffer. "That's it," she purred, her voice dripping with calculated cruelty. "You're mine now." He whimpered and shook his head in desperation, futilely trying to free himself from her vice-like grip. She relished in the sight of his weakness, reveling in the power she held over him.

Princess Serena shifted her weight, sinking deeper into his flesh. His protests were muffled by her soft curves. He was completely under her control, and she loved it. She began to slowly grind her hips against his face, feeling him squirm beneath her. His pathetic moans were music to her ears. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and she knew he was close. "That's right," she whispered seductively. "You're going to cum from the feel of my ass on your face."

She increased the pressure, leaning down heavier onto him. His struggles grew weaker, his body quivering with the onslaught of pleasure and pain. She watched as his cock throbbed and leaked, precum dripping onto the floor. The sight of his submission was almost enough to make her cum. Almost. She continued to grind her hips against his face, feeling him cum against her skin. His face pulsed with each release as he let out a strangled cry of ecstasy mixed with agony.

Princess Serena sat back on her heels, letting the weight of her ass lift off of his face. She watched as he gasped for air, his body shuddering from the overwhelming sensations she had just inflicted upon him. "Do you understand now?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips. "This is what I have in store for you. My seat pad slave." He looked up at her with pleading eyes, realizing the truth of her words. And she knew that he was hers, body and soul.