In Boss Girls Productions' dungeon, slave boy rolled over onto his back, mouth finding the softness of his beloved Mistress Luciana's inner thighs. He wanted nothing more than to taste her, worship her; to feel her power over him. But today, he was in for a lesson. Luciana had caught wind of him visiting another dominatrix, which was a severe transgression in their sadomasochistic arrangement.
As he lay there, anticipating his punishment, he heard footsteps approaching. Suddenly, the dominant goddess was towering over him, casting a shadow that made his heart skip a beat. Without saying a word, she lifted the slave off the floor by the scruff of his neck and turned him over onto his stomach. She pressed her weight down on him, forcing him into submission.
Luciana's hand found its way to the back of his head, pulling his face hard against her plush ass. She grinned wickedly as she felt the heat of his breath on her skin. From this moment onwards, he belonged to her alone. No other mistress would be allowed to grace his presence without her explicit permission.
Hours seemed to pass before Luciana finally moved, but when she did, it was like a bolt of lightning shooting through the slave. She pulled away from him slowly, lowering herself down onto his face once more. This time, she positioned herself so that her pussy was mere inches from his mouth.
"Open wide," she commanded in a low, rasping voice. The slave complied eagerly, parting his lips as he waited for his mistress's forbidden fruit. With a devious smirk, Luciana lowered herself onto his face, engulfing his mouth in her divine essence.
She began to ride him, grinding her hips against his face as she controlled his breathing. Her hands roamed freely over his body, applying just enough pressure to keep him on edge but not enough to cum. The face sitting continued for what felt like an eternity, until finally, she removed her pussy from his mouth, leaving him weak with desire.
"You're mine," she whispered, her hot breath tickling the back of his neck. "And you will only ever belong to me."
With that, Luciana stood up and turned around, revealing her perfect ass to the slave. She was wearing a pair of lacy black panties that barely covered her cheeks. She winked at him, then sauntered away, leaving the slave staring at the empty space where she had once stood.
From this day forward, he knew his place. He belonged to Luciana, body and soul. And if he ever forgot that again, he would be reminded in the cruellest of ways.
