When I arrived at Boss Girls Productions, I couldn't believe my eyes. Mistress Mara, a stunning mature woman with miles of experience in the fetish world, was waiting for me. She wore a tight pair of denim shorts that hugged her round ass and revealed her black lace panties. Her confidence was palpable as she took me to the filming room.
As I entered the room, I saw that it had been transformed into a makeshift face-sitting den. There were pillows and cushions everywhere, along with a small stool for Mistress Mara to elevate her perfect behind. I could feel my heart racing as she smiled wickedly at me and gestured for me to lie down on the floor.
"Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson," she purred, straddling my face. "And since you'll be my seat pad, don't you dare try to avoid it." She grinned, knowing full well that my face was about to get used and abused.
Mara's skin was smooth and warm against mine as she lowered herself onto my face. The scent of her perfume mixed with the muskiness of her body overwhelmed my senses. I gasped for air as she took up almost all of my field of vision. Meanwhile, her heavy breasts rested on my chest like two warm water balloons.
She began to rock back and forth slowly, savoring the sensation of her ass pressing against my nose and mouth. Her shorts gripped her asscheeks firmly, making sure that I could feel every inch of her flesh. I couldn't believe this was happening - I was being used as a human footstool by an experienced mistress who enjoyed every second of it!
As the minutes ticked by, Mistress Mara increased the tempo of her ride. My head was bouncing up and down with each rocking motion of her hips. She leaned forward slightly, making sure to keep most of her weight on my face. I could feel my cheeks starting to ache from the pressure, but at the same time, I was enjoying it more than I could ever admit.
Suddenly, she pulled out a small vibrator from her pocket and placed it against my lips. It hummed softly against my skin as she continued to ride my face. The sensation was driving me wild - part of me wanted to cum right then and there, while another part was terrified of what she might do if I did.
After what felt like an eternity, Mistress Mara finally relaxed her body onto mine. She let out a contented sigh before standing up and helping me to my feet. "That was quite the ride," she said, smirking down at me. "Now, don't you wish you were the one sitting on top instead?"
As I stumbled out of the room, my mind was reeling from what had just happened. My face was sore from being pressed against the floor, but there was also an undeniable sense of satisfaction. Despite the pain and humiliation, I couldn't help but feel aroused by my dominant mistress.
And so ended my first session at Boss Girls Productions. I had no idea what awaited me in the future, but one thing was for sure: I was hooked.
