Rachel was feeling especially powerful as she strolled into her office, her fitted jeans hugging her curves perfectly. She loved when she could make her employees squirm, knowing that she had control over their lives. Today was going to be especially fun.
Mike, one of her longtime assistants, cowered when he saw her approach. "Yes, boss?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.
Rachel smirked and plopped down onto her office chair, feeling the soft cushioning engulf her. The real treat was about to come, though. She turned the chair and positioned herself so that her ass was directly aimed at Mike's face. "With my ass, I'm going to sit down right at your mouth and nose, and shut it tight," she purred devilishly.
Mike's heart raced as he watched Rachel's jeans-clad rear end hover in front of him. He knew what was coming next – he'd become quite familiar with his boss's twisted games over the years. With a grimace, he braced himself for the impact.
When Rachel finally sat down, she felt the fabric of her short jeans dig into Mike's face. She loved the way it felt – it was both uncomfortable and arousing at the same time. She knew that she could keep him there like that for as long as she wanted, and there would be no exception.
"You're going to endure this," Rachel taunted, "Because there will be no breathing for you anymore." Mike grimaced as he felt the pain increase with each passing second. He focused on his boss's ass, his mind drifting to inappropriate thoughts about what might be happening underneath those tight jeans. He couldn't shake the idea that she was doing this on purpose – that she got off on his discomfort.
Minutes passed, and Rachel began to grow bored with the game. It was time to end this little torture session. With a triumphant sneer, she stood up and adjusted her clothing, completely unaffected by the struggle her assistant had just endured.
"Not so strong now, huh?" She mocked, her voice laced with amusement. Mike wheezed, struggling to catch his breath as he pulled himself away from his boss's ass. His face was flushed, and he could feel the sting of the denim against his skin.
Rachel walked away, leaving Mike to collect himself. She knew that this wasn't the last time she would play one of her twisted games with him – after all, it was her power that kept him there. But for now, she was content to watch him suffer, knowing that she had complete control over his life.
