Princess Serena woke up feeling adventurous. She had always been dominant and enjoyed toying with her slave's emotions. Today, she decided to give him a new challenge - facesitting. Princess Serena loved the power she had over him and the thought of him struggling under her weight while she sat on his face was arousing.
She went to her closet and picked out her tightest jeans, knowing they would hug her curves perfectly. Finding a pair that quite fit, she slipped them on, taking extra care to pull them up tight around her crotch. She took a deep breath, anticipating the look on his face when she revealed herself to him.
Marching into the room where her slave was kept, she allowed herself a small smirk. She watched as he tried to stand up straighter, hoping it was because he was excited for whatever she had in store for him.
"I fancy doing some facesitting today," she said seductively, slowly lowering herself onto the couch. "The slave will have to endure it as I sit firmly on his face in my tight jeans."
As she spoke, she maneuvered herself into position, her butt hovering above his face. She watched his eyes widen in anticipation and fear before slowly sitting down, feeling his warm breath hit her crotch.
"Breathless, he struggles to gasp for air," she continued, her voice echoing through the room. "But I soon put a stop to that. He is not allowed to breathe, it is forbidden."
As she felt him squirming below her, she savored the power she held over him. She braced herself with her hands on the ground and pushed her weight down onto him, letting out a moan of pleasure at the feeling of his struggling beneath her.
"Under my hot jeans, there is nothing for him to laugh about," she said, grinding her hips against his face. "My sexy jeans-ass completely covers his face with my full weight. That's how I like it."
Time seemed to stand still as she rode his face, wrapped up in the sensation of his lips brushing against her thighs. She could feel his body shaking beneath her, but she would not relent. This was her show, and he was only allowed to take as much as she gave him.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally pulled herself away, grinning down at him. "Good boy," she purred, tousling his hair affectionately before standing up and leaving the room.
As she walked back to her chambers, she couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. The facesitting had been exhilarating, and she knew her slave would be begging for more. She smiled to herself, imagining all the naughty things he would do to please her. For now, however, she wanted to relax and bask in the afterglow of their encounter before deciding on their next adventure.
