Jane was a powerful and dominant woman, respected and feared by her subordinates. She always got what she wanted, and this time, she had her eyes set on a particular object—Jane's slave. Despite being his mistress for years, she had never fully explored the potential of their relationship. That changed when she came up with an idea for a "seating cushion contract."
The contract, signed in blood, gave Jane the exclusive right to sit on her slave's face whenever and wherever she wanted. Once signed, there was no going back; he was now Janes' living seating cushion.
Excited by the prospect of her newfound power, Jane pulled her slave to his feet immediately after inking his name on the dotted line. Grabbing him by his hair roughly, she pushed him down onto his knees in front of her desk before plastering herself against him, grinding her hips against his face. "You're mine," she growled into his ear, punctuating each word with a sharp nip at his lobe.
Suddenly pulled upright again, Jane took hold of him roughly by the shoulders and began to experiment with different positions for their new intimate arrangement. "On your back," she commanded, shoving him down onto the floor. With a cold smile, she straddled him, resting her weight on his chest as she gazed down at him contemptuously. "This is where I belong," she purred, running her hands along his chest and abs.
Next, Jane had him climb onto the table in front of her desk, bending over so that his ass was in the air for her inspection. "Not bad," she murmured, tracing her fingers over his puckered anus before spanking it with a nasty grin on her face. "Now stay still while I try something else."
Over the course of the next few hours, Jane tested various positions on her new seating cushion, from missionary-style to doggy-style and everything in between. Each time she set him up in a new position, she would glare at him menacingly before plunging her pussy down onto his face, reveling in the power she held over him.
Finally, exhausted and spent, Jane collapsed onto her desk, her sweaty body heaving as she caught her breath. With a satisfied smile, she turned to face her slave, who was still on his knees in front of her. "Well? How does it feel to be owned by me? I own your mind, your body, and your soul."
Her slave looked up at her, eyes filled with both fear and lust. "It feels... incredible, Mistress," he managed to stammer out between gasps for air. "But it also scares me."
Jane chuckled darkly. "Fear not, my living seating cushion. You belonged to me before this contract, and you belong to me even more now. There is no going back." With that, she leaned down once more and pressed her wet, sweaty body against his, letting him feel the weight of her power as she breathed hotly against his neck.
