Kathrin had always been a strong, independent woman, but today she felt especially dominant. Her slave was already on his knees, eagerly waiting for his mistress's orders. She strutted over to him, her hips swaying seductively in tight-fitting jeans that accentuated every curve.
Without saying a word, she bent down and yanked her trembling slave to the ground. He gasped as he felt her weight press against him, his body arching instinctively beneath hers. Kathrin held him down with one hand, pinning his shoulders to the floor.
"Who's stronger now?" she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. Without waiting for an answer, she slowly lowered herself onto his face, grinding her hips against his mouth.
Her jeans were painted on tight, leaving no room for error or imagination. She sat on his face, letting him feel the full weight of her body as she ground against him. His cock throbbed painfully beneath him, aching for release but unable to find any pleasure for its own sake.
Kathrin leaned forward, bracing her elbows on either side of his head. Her chest heaved, and he could feel her heartbeat against his cheek. She was taking long, deep breaths, savoring the power she had over him.
Her tight jeans formed a seal around her ass, pressing firmly against his lips. With each movement, she squeezed his head, reminding him who was in control. His face turned red from the effort of trying to breathe through the denim barrier, but Kathrin showed no mercy.
After what felt like an eternity, Kathrin finally allowed him a small sip of air. She sat back on her haunches, letting him catch his breath before resuming her punishment. She knew this was just a taste of what she could do to him, and he trembled in anticipation of more.
"Breathe? Is that what you're worried about?" she taunted him. "Well, if you can't handle my ass in your face, just imagine what else I have in store for you."
With that, she leaned forward once again, grabbing his hair in one hand and using it to pull his head back. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his mouth, her jeans-clad pussy lips pressing against his lips and tongue. She rocked against him, forcing him to lick and suck at her wet folds.
"That's it, slave," she purred. "Show me how much you love taking orders from your mistress."
Their flesh grinded against each other as she rode him hard, her hips grinding against his face. With each thrust, she felt him attempt to breathe through her jeans, but she didn't let up. She rode him until both of them were panting, their bodies shaking with excitement and anticipation.
Finally, Kathrin pulled away, allowing him a moment to catch his breath. She stood up, towering over him, a satisfied grin on her face.
"You're a good slave," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "You know who's in charge. Now get ready for your next lesson."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him lying there, spent and aching for more.
