Mistress Roxana glared down at the pathetic slave girl lying before her. The woman had been given multiple opportunities to accept her role in Boss Girls Productions, yet she continually resisted the most basic of tasks: kissing the toes of her mistress. Oh, how Mistress Roxana despised weakness.
With a flick of her wrist, Mistress Roxana summoned another slave girl to stand beside her. This one, however, was different. She was new to the studio, but there was something about her that sparked Mistress Roxana's curiosity. "You," she pointed at the girl, "kiss my high heels."
The girl hesitated, looking from Mistress Roxana to the shiny red pumps that she was expected to worship. She knew better than to disobey a direct order, but something about this new task made her stomach churn. "Yes, Mistress," she finally whispered, lowering herself to the floor and pressing her lips against the polished leather of Mistress Roxana's shoe.
A smile played across Mistress Roxana's lips. It seemed that this girl wasn't as broken as the rest. Maybe she had potential after all. With a nod, Mistress Roxana dismissed the girl and turned back to the helpless slave on the ground.
"You," she spat, stomping her foot down hard on the slave's chest, "are a disgrace." The slave coughed, struggling for breath under the weight of Mistress Roxana's foot. "You think you can resist me?" She growled, leaning down until her face was mere inches from the slave's. "You're going to learn your place, slave girl. And from now on, whenever I want to sit, I'm going to use your fucking face."
With that, Mistress Roxana lowered herself down onto the slave's chest, grinding her hot ass into the woman's face. The slave gagged as she felt her mistress's panties rub against her lips, the sweet scent of femininity overpowering her senses. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Mistress Roxana began to ************ her, grinding her hips back and forth with slow, deliberate force.
"You like that?" Mistress Roxana purred, leaning down again to whisper in the slave's ear. "You like being used as my fucking seat? Because if you don't learn your place soon, I'm going to throw you in the trash where you belong."
Around them, the studio bustled with activity as other girls dressed in costumes and makeup, preparing for their own scenes. But for the slave girl beneath Mistress Roxana, there was nothing but pain and humiliation. She could only pray that this was just a part of her training, that one day she might earn the right to serve her mistress in a more rewarding way.
Until then, however, all she could do was endure. She felt Mistress Roxana's hips slide up and down against her face, the rough texture of the panties rubbing against her sensitive skin. And with every thrust, she felt herself being broken a little more.
But still, she clung to the hope that maybe one day she would find favor in the eyes of her mistress. After all, Mistress Roxana was the top dog around here, and if anyone could help her reach her full potential, it was surely her. The slave girl closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer, willing herself to be stronger, to be better. Because if there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that she didn't want to end up like the countless other girls who had come before her: broken and discarded like yesterday's trash.
