Boss Girls Productions presents: JeansSitting - Eve Milargo Part 2
Eve Milargo was lounging on her couch, her long legs stretched out in front of her. She wore a pair of tight black jeans that hugged her curves perfectly, and a loose t-shirt that emphasized her ample cleavage. Her cell phone rested on her thigh as she glanced at her loyal slave. He was on his knees, his head bowed in submission, staring at her feet.
She took a sip of her drink and struck her slave across the face, sending a shockwave through him. "Don't you ever look away from me when I'm on the phone!" She growled, her voice stern. "You're lucky I haven't decided to punish you properly today."
The slave trembled in fear, but he remained in position. He knew better than to move or speak out of turn. His eyes never left his Mistress's face as she continued to talk on the phone, occasionally glancing down to make sure he was still paying attention.
Eve chatted away, occasionally letting out a sigh of annoyance or amusement. She placed her phone on the coffee table, still keeping her slave in view. She slowly leaned back into the couch, her arms stretched out behind her. She felt her slave's gaze on her, and she smiled. "Relax, slave," she purred, her voice taking on a softer tone. "I'm just going to use you as a chair for a while."
With that, Eve Milargo settled back into the couch, propping her feet up onto the coffee table. She placed her cell phone on the floor beside her and gestured for her slave to slowly move forward. He obeyed, kneeling beside her feet. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head close to her. She wasn't going to let him move his eyes away from her face, not for a second.
As she continued her conversation, Eve Milargo casually flexed her toes, digging them into her slave's neck. He winced but didn't make a sound. He knew better than to distract his Mistress from her call. He could feel her foot getting heavier, pressing down on his throat. She was punishing him without even realizing it.
Finally, after what felt like hours to the slave, Eve Milargo ended her call. She disentangled her foot from his hair and sat up straight, crossing her legs. "That's better," she said with a satisfied smile. "Now, you can look away."
The slave let out a sigh of relief as he finally lowered his head, his focus shifting to her feet. He felt a stinging sensation on his cheek, but he didn't dare to turn his head to see what it was. He knew he had displeased his Mistress, and he was ready to take his punishment like a man.
