Princess Jenny looked down at her slave, who was groveling on the floor before her. She wore a seductive black lace bra and panties that only hinted at what was beneath. "Come on, pig," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. "Get your face in position over here. I want to sit down on it wearing my nylon stockings."
The slave scrambled to comply, his eyes fixed on her rear end as he moved into position. Princess Jenny's ass was round, plump, and perfectly outlined by the sheer material of her panties. She grinned wickedly as she watched his hungry gaze devour every inch of her body.
"This way, you can perfectly smell my ass," she explained, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just like a slave like you deserves!"
With a sneer, she shoved her slave's face closer to her crotch. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as she leaned forward, ensuring that he couldn't miss a single inch of her intimate area. "It should be an honour for you to be so close to my hot ass!"
Her words were like a slap in the face, but the slave knew better than to protest. He had to endure whatever she dished out, no matter how humiliating it might be. Princess Jenny leaned back, her body arched so that her ample breasts jutted out proudly. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, grinding her hips against his nose and mouth as she took her time sinking onto his lap.
"Mmm, that's it," she purred, closing her eyes in pleasure as she felt the warmth from his breath against her skin. "You like that, don't you? You like being my footstool and smelling my dirty feet, don't you?"
Princess Jenny's words were like a knife in the slave's heart, but he didn't dare react. He knew that any sign of weakness would only earn him more scorn from his mistress. Instead, he focused on the sensation of her skin against his face, the sweet scent of her nylons filling his nostrils.
"I definitely like not seeing your face better," Princess Jenny continued, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "So, I'll sit down with my back facing you again. That way, it's more comfy for me."
With a satisfied smile, she settled into her seat, her nylon-clad ass now just inches from the slave's face. He could feel her warm breath on his cheeks as she began to move slightly, grinding her hips against his nose and mouth. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, but the slave forced himself to stay still, knowing that any other response would earn him further punishment.
As Princess Jenny sat back and enjoyed the attention she was receiving, the slave could feel his heart racing in his chest. He knew that this was his life now - a life of servitude and humiliation at the hands of his beautiful, cruel mistress. But despite the pain and degradation, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that he was pleasing her in some small way.
