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Once upon a time, in a prosperous kingdom, there lived a beautiful and cunning princess named Nikola. She was known for her love of power and control. One day, while strolling through the castle gardens, she noticed one of her servants struggling under the weight of a heavy chest filled with gold coins.
The sight amused Nikola, and she decided to test her power over the poor servant. She approached him, smirking as she watched him struggle, and said nonchalantly, "Looks like you need some help."
The servant looked up at her warily, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Y-yes, Princess. Thank you."
"Well, I have an idea. How about you try facesitting on me?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
The servant's eyes went wide in surprise. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me. I want you to sit on my face," Nikola repeated, enjoying his discomfort. "It will make your task easier. And who knows, you might even enjoy it."
The servant swallowed hard, looking down at the chest and back up at Nikola. This was not what he had expected when he started working for her; he had thought he would be treated like a servant, but this was something else entirely. But he was powerless against his mistress's orders, so he reluctantly kneeled before her and positioned himself between her legs.
As he began to lower himself onto her face, Nikola could feel him trembling with fear and anticipation. "Relax, dear servant," she whispered soothingly, her breath warming his ear. "I won't let you go anywhere. You're mine to do with as I please."
With that, she spread her legs wider, giving him more access to her. His weight pressed down on her, making it hard for her to breathe, but she didn't mind; she loved the control she had over him. She reached up and gently stroked his hair, running her fingers through his sweaty locks.
As the weight of the chest began to lift off his shoulders, the servant realized that Nikola was right; he was actually enjoying facesitting on her. He took deep breaths, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he felt her body shudder with pleasure beneath him.
But just when things were starting to get comfortable for him, Nikola leaned forward suddenly, causing the servant to lose his balance and fall forward onto the ground. She stood over him, grinning wickedly as he tried to catch his breath. "See? I told you I wouldn't let you go anywhere," she sneered.
The servant knew that resisting her was futile; he had no choice but to submit to her whims. But deep down, a small part of him hoped that one day he would find a way to stand up against her and take back the power that she had stolen from him. Until then, he would endure her games and wait for his chance for revenge.
