Mistress Anna noticed her slave's gaze lingering on her backside and felt a twinge of amusement mixed with annoyance. He was just too easy to manipulate with his constant lustful glances. It was time for a stern reminder of who was in charge here.
With a sly smirk, Mistress Anna turned around to face her slave. She sauntered towards him, her hips swaying sensually and deliberately throwing off his focus. She stood over him, towering with authority, as she reached out her hand and grabbed him by the collar.
"Punishment time, slave," she hissed into his ear. Her breath was hot against his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. She pulled him up from his seated position, forcing him to stand on shaky legs as she held him upright.
With a wicked grin, Mistress Anna lowered herself onto the edge of her desk, her perfect ass hovering just inches above his face. "You have been a very naughty boy, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with sex and dominance. "And now it's time for you to pay the price."
She inched closer until there was no more distance between them, and then she breathed out deeply, filling his senses with her musky scent. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, unable to tear his eyes away from her ass.
And then she descended, slowly lowering her body onto his face as he helplessly watched. His glasses misted over as he struggled to breathe, but all he could focus on was the sight of Mistress Anna's firm cheeks spreading apart beneath him.
"Take a deep breath, slave," she commanded. "Inhale my sweet scent before I start sitting on your face."
With a final push, she fully lowered herself until he was buried up to his neck underneath her weight. "Now you better learn not to stare at your Mistress like that," she warned, her voice muffled against his skin. "Because next time, it could be much worse."
She sat still for a moment, letting him feel the full brunt of her weight on his chest. His heart raced as he waited nervously for her next move. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she began to move, slowly grinding her hips against his face as she teased him mercilessly.
Her soft moans of pleasure only served to fuel his own arousal, making it even harder for him to resist the urge to touch her. But he knew better than to disobey his Mistress, so he remained frozen beneath her, feeling her heat seep into his very being.
As the minutes stretched on, the tension inside him built up to a breaking point. He could feel himself getting hard against his own will, trapped by both his desire and his fear of displeasing Mistress Anna. She seemed to sense his struggle, and her movements grew more erratic, rubbing against him in all the right (or rather, wrong) places.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled away, and he gasped for air greedily. His face was flushed with exertion and desire as he opened his eyes to look at her. She smiled down at him, a predatory grin that sent shivers down his spine.
"See, slave?" she purred. "That's what happens when you disobey your Mistress. I hope you've learned your lesson."
With that, she stood up and walked away, leaving him there to catch his breath and contemplate his next transgression. As he watched her leave, he could feel the pull of her aura still tugging at his loins, making him desperate for more. But for now, at least, he knew that Mistress Anna was satisfied with his punishment.
