Boss Girls Productions story - Strict facesitting mistress Svenja
Svenja, the elegant and commanding facesitting mistress, stood before her slave, her eyes stern and expectant. She had worked very hard to train him, and now she expected nothing less than absolute obedience. With an authoritative wave of her hand, she motioned for him to get down on the floor.
The slave hesitated for only a moment, knowing full well the consequences of disobedience. He bowed his head and quickly knelt down, his eyes fixed on the floor in front of him.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice a soft hiss. She slowly sunk down onto a plush, red seating cushion, arching her back slightly as she did so. "Now stay there," she commanded, her voice taking on a harder edge.
The slave could feel her weight press against his chest, and he remained still as stone, his heart pounding in his chest. He longed to touch her, to feel her soft skin against his fingertips, but he knew better than to defy her. Mistress Svenja was strict and unforgiving, and he didn't want to push his luck.
As she settled into her seat, she began to slowly move her hips back and forth, grinding her bare ass against his face. He could feel her heat, the sweat that glistened on her skin. It was intoxicating, and yet he couldn't help but tremble with anticipation of what was to come.
"That's it, slave," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "You're doing so well. Now just take it all in." Her hands gripped his hair tightly, pulling his head back so that he could feel her entire body pressing down on him. She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, her nipples hardening against his skin.
"I trained you to be the perfect slave, didn't I?" she asked, her voice a low rumble. "You know how much I enjoy this, don't you? The feeling of power, the taste of submission. You've never made me work harder, slave. And for that, you'll be rewarded."
Her words sent shivers down his spine. What kind of reward could she possibly give him after subjecting him to this intense face sitting? But he didn't dare ask. Instead, he focused on her every movement, savoring each moment of their interaction.
As the minutes ticked by, Mistress Svenja began to moan softly, her hips grinding harder against his face. He could feel her building up to something, and he knew what it was. She was going to increase the intensity of the facesitting, to push him further than he'd ever gone before.
And then she did it. She sat down harder, her entire weight pressing down on him, making it impossible to breathe. He gasped for air, his chest heaving underneath her. But even as he struggled, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. She trusted him, enough to let him experience the full brunt of her power.
The face sitting continued for what felt like hours. Svenja's ass ground against his face, her hips undulating in a sensual rhythm that was both commanding and irresistible. He lost track of time, surrendering himself completely to her.
And when she finally stood up, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. But then she leaned down, her lips brushing against his cheek, and she whispered one word in his ear: "Good boy."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him there on the floor, breathless and exhilarated. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him next.
