Boss Girls Productions Presents: "Smell my panties"
It was a hot summer day, and Mercedes was feeling particularly powerful and dominant. She'd always been drawn to the idea of having a submissive male servant at her beck and call. Today, she decided to push her limits and test the boundaries of her power over him.
Mercedes walked into the room where her servant was waiting patiently for her command. She strutted over to him, her high heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor. Without saying a word, she handed him a pair of black lacy panties and sat down on a nearby chair.
The servant, who had been standing stoically all along, bit his lower lip nervously as he took the panties from her hand. He could feel the heat emanating off of them - a scent that made his heart race and his breathing shallow.
Mercedes watched as he took in the sight of her underwear, the material soft against his fingertips. She could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to guess what she wanted him to do next.
After a few tense moments, Mercedes stood up again and smiled coldly. "It's time for you to serve as a cushion," she said in a sultry voice, "I want you to smell my panties, and then I want you to be my facesitting slave."
The servant nodded hesitantly, his mind spinning with the implications of what she was asking. He knew it would be an intimate experience - one that would both humiliate and arouse him at the same time. But he also knew that defying her would mean certain punishment, so he reluctantly agreed.
As he buried his face in her panties, inhaling deeply, Mercedes' heart raced with excitement. She could feel herself getting wet at the thought of having such power over another person. She sat down heavily on his lap, her soft curves pressing against him, and let out a slow, sensual breath.
"Now, you can choose to either not breathe at all - or smell my ass," she purred, feeling an electric current run through her body as she watched him struggle with his decision.
The servant took a deep breath, filling his nose with the sweet scent of her arousal. He closed his eyes and let himself be consumed by the experience, loving the way she had complete control over him. As he felt her thighs clamp shut around him, trapping him in a vice-like grip, he knew there was no other place he'd rather be than at her feet, serving as her willing slave.
