Princess Jenny settled herself comfortably on the armrest of a luxurious chair in her lavish bedroom. She decided to take a moment to have some fun with her slave, who she had forced into the role due to his unruly behavior towards other women in the castle grounds. Princess Jenny was dressed in a silk robe, her long curly hair flowing down over her bare shoulders and back. The sight of her perfect figure, with ample breasts and rounded hips, was enough to make any man weak in the knees.
She turned her attention to her laptop computer, which she had placed on a nearby table. With a wicked smile, she began typing, carefully navigating through her slave's online banking information. She felt a thrill of power course through her veins as she accessed his accounts, seeing the vast amounts of money he had at his disposal. Princess Jenny knew that she was his world, and she intended to use that knowledge to her advantage.
As she continued to type, her butt began to press against the slave's face, causing him to groan in submission. She felt the warmth emanating from his body and the soft whimpers escaping his lips as she ground her hips into his face. The dull thud of her slapping his cheeks echoed in the room.
"Mmmm, that's right, slave," she purred. "I'm going to enjoy myself while you lie there helplessly, unable to do anything but take it."
Her fingers danced across the keyboard, transferring large sums of money from his accounts into hers. She laughed as she saw the balance decrease with each transfer, pleased to see that there was no limit to how much she could take. As she watched the numbers drop, her sense of power over him grew stronger with each passing second.
When she had finished transferring all of his money, Princess Jenny leaned back in her chair, smirking. She glanced down at her slave who was still pinned under her ample behind. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, but she could also see the arousal in his expression. She knew that she had complete control over him, not just physically but also emotionally.
"Now then, slave," she said, her voice cold and harsh. "What's left to do?"
The man shook his head slowly, unable to speak. Princess Jenny chuckled softly before reaching down and picking up a small mirror from the table beside her. She placed it in front of her face, and then leaned forward, her massive breasts almost spilling out of her robe as she positioned the mirror in front of her bound and humiliated slave.
"Look what you're missing," she said sweetly, pointing to her reflection in the mirror. "I'll leave you here to contemplate your actions, while I go take a well-deserved nap."
With one final smirk, Princess Jenny got up from the chair, leaving the silly man pinned under her perfect behind with nothing left but an empty bank account and a broken spirit.
