Princess Serena's Dominant Facesitting Training of Her Slave
As soon as the slave entered Princess Serena's chambers, he was immediately thrown onto the cold, hard floor. His arms and legs were tightly bound behind his back, leaving him completely defenseless. He could only watch as his new mistress, the beautiful and commanding Princess Serena, slowly approached him.
Princess Serena stood over her helpless slave, a mischievous glint in her eye. She knew exactly what she wanted to do with him. With a soft chuckle, she knelt down and positioned herself directly above his face. A warm, moist sensation filled the air as she began to lean into him, her luxurious behind making contact with his eager mouth.
The slave eagerly accepted his fate, opening his mouth wide to accommodate her massive behind. Princess Serena grinned triumphantly, her full weight now resting comfortably on his face. She sat back, savoring the power she held over her pathetic slave. As she slowly sank into him, she could feel him struggling for air, his desperate gasps for breath muffled by her soft cheeks.
Undeterred by his pain, Princess Serena continued to sit on her slave's face, relishing in the sensation of his body squirming beneath her. With a sly smile, she began to shift her weight, grinding her hips against his face in slow, teasing motions. She enjoyed the way he responded to her movements, his mouth opening wider to accommodate her every thrust.
Satisfied with her slave's submission, Princess Serena decided to move on to the next phase of his training. She stood up and stepped back, admiring the way her slave's body contorted in anticipation of her next move. With a wicked grin, she reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head up towards her.
"Time for some more facesitting fun, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with arousal.
She bent down low again, this time positioning herself directly above his upturned face. The slave trembled with fear and excitement as he felt her warm breath caress his cheeks. Without further ado, Princess Serena lowered her ample bottom onto his face once more, trapping him underneath her voluptuous body.
Hours passed as Princess Serena expertly trained her new slave in the art of facesitting. She moved from one position to another, each one more humiliating and degrading than the last. The slave grew weaker with each passing moment, his mind and body succumbing to the power of his new mistress.
As the sun began to set, Princess Serena finally released her slave from his agonizing position. She stood up, admiring the way her slave's body lay sprawled out on the floor, exhausted and aching from their intense session. With a satisfied smirk, she knew that her slave would never forget this day, nor the devastating effects of her unyielding facesitting powers.
