Mistress Ebony Uses Her Slave as a Seat Pad in a Steamy Bathroom Encounter
In the dimly lit bathroom, Mistress Ebony stood over her bound and gagged slave, her body dripping with anticipation. She had found him lusting after her clothes again, and this time she decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
Without further ado, she pushed him down onto the cold tile floor and straddled his chest, revealing her perfectly toned legs in her black leather pants. Her piercing blue eyes bore into his as she reached down to unbutton her pants, letting him catch a whiff of her feminine scent.
Slowly, she pulled down her pants, exposing her lacy black thong to his eager gaze. The texture of the fabric against his skin sent shivers down his spine. Then, without warning, she straddled his face, pressing her wet hair against his cheeks and nose as she positioned herself squarely over his mouth.
"Breathe me in, slave," she commanded, her voice low and seductive. "Take a deep breath of your mistress's hot pussy."
As he struggled to get air, she ground her hips against his face, rubbing her wet pussy against his mouth and nose. His attempts to breathe were met with the delicious scent of her arousal, mixed with the faint sound of her shallow breaths.
Feeling her warmth envelop him, he tried desperately to reach out and touch her, but his hands remained bound behind his back. "Please, Mistress," he moaned through the gag in his mouth. "Please let me please you."
But Mistress Ebony was in no mood for pleading. She leaned forward, bracing herself on her hands as she lowered her body onto his face. His nose was pressed into her wet hair, and he could feel the heat emanating from her core as she sat on him.
"You're my new seat pad, slave," she hissed, her hot breath tickling his ear. "And you're going to take it like the filthy little loser you are."
With that, she began to grind her hips against his face, her wetness soaking into his skin as he tried futilely to escape her grasp. He felt her body shudder with pleasure as she rode him, her thighs squeezing tighter around his head with each passing moment.
Minutes passed, and still Mistress Ebony remained on top of him, her weight pressing him deeper into the floor. As he felt himself slipping away from consciousness, he could only pray that she would soon end this torment.
But as suddenly as it had begun, it all stopped. Mistress Ebony pulled away from him, standing up straight and stretching her arms above her head as she gazed down at her helpless slave. "See you later, loser," she said with a smirk, before leaving the bathroom, leaving him alone to contemplate his fate.
