Boss Girls Productions - Assessing the Perfect Facesitting Candidate: The Slave's Test
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Mistress Anna stands before her newest slave, bound tightly on the cold, hard floor. She casts a critical gaze over his form, her mind already at work assessing his suitability for his new role: her personal chair slave. The thought alone brings a smirk to her lips, and she readies herself to put him through his paces.
With a flick of her wrist, she produces a pair of scissors from thin air, the blades glinting menacingly in the low light. "First," she says quietly, "we must see how well you can handle being my seat."
She kneels down and begins to snip away at his clothes, revealing his pale skin beneath. Each cut of the scissors sends tremors through him, but he dares not move as she patiently works. When she's finished, his semi-erect cock stands tall and proud, pointing towards the ceiling in a pathetic imitation of defiance.
"Second," she continues, her voice almost a purr now, "we will test your endurance." She walks around him once, taking in his terrified expression, before deciding on exactly where to begin. With a flick of her wrist, she bends over at the waist, hovering just out of reach.
"Open your mouth," she commands, and he obeys without hesitation. The cool air on his face sends shivers down his spine as she teases him, filling his nostrils with the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Suddenly, she plunges forward, her wet, warm folds enveloping his face like a glove.
"Mmmm," she hums, pressing down gently. "Not bad, not bad at all." She begins to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. His eyes roll back in his head as she takes control, his entire body trembling under the onslaught of sensations.
"Third," she says, her voice now husky with need, "I'll be testing your ability to please me." And with that, she begins to undulate her hips, grinding down onto his face with a feral intensity that takes his breath away. He can feel her walls clenching tight around him, her musky scent filling his senses.
As she rides him harder, faster, he realizes that this is what she wants. This is his purpose. His entire being is focused on pleasing her, on being the perfect vessel for her pleasure. With each passing moment, he sinks deeper into the role she's carved out for him, losing himself in her gaze.
Finally, she pulls away, leaving him gasping for air. "Not bad for your first time," she says, standing up straight. "You might just have what it takes to be my permanent chair slave." And with that, she disappears into the shadows, leaving him alone to contemplate his newfound purpose.
