Mercedes, a stunning and dominant woman, decided she wanted to try something new with her slave today. She had always loved the power she held over him, but today she felt the urge to take it to a whole new level.
She marched into their lavish bedroom, grabbing a full-length mirror on her way. Her eyes scanned the room, finding her slave curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed. He looked up at her nervously as she approached, his eyes wide with fear.
"Get up, slave," she commanded, her voice cool and authority. The slave hesitated for only a moment before forcing himself to his feet, standing before her with his head bowed.
"Look at me," she snapped, her voice just above a whisper. The slave reluctantly raised his eyes to meet hers, his face flushed with fear. Mercedes smiled cruelly, enjoying the power she held over him.
"Today," she announced, "you will be my personal sitting stool. I want to see my ass in the mirror while you serve as my cushion."
Without further explanation, Mercedes lowered herself onto the slave's shoulders, feeling his muscles strain underneath her weight. She grinned down at him, taking in the sight of her round ass hovering just above his face.
"How does it feel, slave? To have your mistress sitting on your face? To know that you are nothing but a piece of furniture to me?"
She could feel the slave's breath hot against her skin, and she took satisfaction in the fact that he was too afraid to speak. Mercedes sat up tall, her breasts pushing into his chin as she leaned forward towards the mirror.
"Ah, the view is divine," she purred, running her fingers through her long, luxurious hair. She watched as her reflection in the mirror bent down to wrap her arms around the slave's neck, pressing their bodies together even more tightly.
"Do you enjoy this, slave? The sight of my ass flattening your face while I watch myself in the mirror?" She laughed heartlessly, feeling the slave's gasp against her skin.
As the minutes dragged on, Mercedes began to lose herself in the sensation of having her weight pressed down onto the slave. She grunted with every shift in position, never breaking character as she watched herself in the mirror. The look of fear and pain on the slave's face only served to fuel her cruel delight.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mercedes rose from atop her slave. She stepped back to admire her reflection one last time before turning her attention back to him.
"Clean yourself up, slave. You're disgusting," she ordered, watching as he struggled to his feet before stumbling off towards the bathroom. A wicked smile crept across her face as she followed him with her eyes, already planning her next twisted punishment.
