Jana stood triumphantly over her slave, a man who once held an influential position in the company she now owned. His once proud exterior had been reduced to that of a submissive loser, as evidenced by the collar around his neck and the leash in her hand. She had him kneeling before her, his face flush with arousal and submission.
"Jana simply loves ass smelling," she thought to herself with a wicked grin, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief. She had always been drawn to the intimate act, finding it both humiliating and arousing. And now that she had complete power over this pathetic man, she could finally indulge her desires to the fullest.
"You're such a dirty bitch," she taunted him, her voice dripping with contempt. "But don't worry, you're not good enough to deserve any other kind of treatment."
With that, she moved closer and positioned herself directly above his face. She teased him for a moment, enjoying the sight of his eager anticipation. Then, with a sudden force that left no doubt as to who was in control, she pressed her body weight down onto his face.
"Take a good whiff, my submissive loser," she purred, reveling in the power trip. "This is what you'll be smelling for the rest of your pathetic existence."
Her scent was intoxicating, a blend of sweat and excitement that drove him wild with desire. As she sat there, her full weight pressing down upon him, his only task was to inhale her intimate scent and obey her every command. It was humiliating, but he couldn't deny the intense arousal that filled him with every breath.
Suddenly, she moved again, and this time her buttocks were firmly planted on his face. His nose was pressed tightly against her asshole, and she grinned wickedly as he began to struggle beneath her.
"Come on, now, ass smeller," she said with a sneer. "Smell my ass. Breathe in, deeply!"
Her words were like a commandment, and he obeyed without question. As he inhaled her musky scent, he felt himself growing harder beneath her. He was her ass smeller now, and his only purpose in life was to please her with his sense of smell.
Minutes turned into hours as she sat upon him, slowly grinding her hips in a teasing manner that left him aching for more. Finally, she gave a satisfied sigh and stood up, her body glistening with sweat.
"That's enough for today," she said, her tone indicating that it was merely a suggestion. "But remember, my submissive loser, your only purpose now is to be at my beck and call, ready to inhale my scent whenever I desire it."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him lying there, mouth agape in a mix of pleasure and humiliation. He knew that this was only the beginning, but he also knew that he would do anything she asked, just to feel her weight upon him once more.
