Title: Boss Girls Productions - Jeanssitting for the slave - SD
It was just another day in the office for Mistress Layla, the dominant figurehead at Boss Girls Productions. Her latest project had been quite challenging, and she had finally reached a moment of peace. She closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath as she settled into her leather chair, and felt something hard pressing against her backside.
Opening her eyes, she couldn't help but glare at the pathetic loser who had wandered into her office yet again. His name was Bob, and he was nothing more than a glorified intern. A slave, really. She had taken him under her wing years ago when he was nothing but a dull-eyed college dropout with an untapped potential for humiliation and degradation.
Sighing heavily, Mistress Layla knew what she had to do. Because he was such a pathetic loser, she had him. He was hers to use as she pleased. With a flick of her wrist, she spun around in her chair, grabbing Bob by the collar of his cheap suit and pulling him close. Her heartless gaze bore into him as she positioned him right below her jeans ass.
If he had been more attentive in the past, he wouldn't be there now, gasping for breath. His eyes were wide with fear, realizing that he had crossed the line yet again. He had always been a pushover, always too scared to assert himself, and that was why he was here now, at the mercy of his ruthless Mistress.
Without a good chair, Mistress Layla didn't feel so comfortable. But his ugly mug made her loving sitting once again. She leaned back in the chair, relishing in the feeling of power that coursed through her veins as she watched Bob squirm beneath her.
Time passed, and Mistress Layla remained there as long as she liked it. She even took a few bites from her sandwich while continuing to torment Bob, casually moving her buttocks against his face like a spawn of Satan. And she loved it, she loved it that she could ************ him this way so good.
Finally, sated for the moment, Mistress Layla let go of Bob's collar and stood up from her chair. She could see the relief wash over his face as he staggered back, trying to catch his breath.
"You're such a pathetic excuse for a slave," she hissed, her eyes narrowing with contempt. "But don't worry, Bob. I'll find ways to break you further."
With that, Mistress Layla turned around and walked away, leaving a trail of humiliation in her wake. Bob remained there, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal, wondering what horrors were in store for him next.
