Princess Serena had always been fascinated by the idea of wearing jeans. It was an item that had always seemed so casual and comfortable, yet sexy at the same time. So when she finally decided to buy herself a new pair, she knew exactly how she wanted to break them in – by sitting on someone's face. But not just anyone's – only her loyal slave's.
The slave had been serving Princess Serena for years, ever since she had rescued him from a life of poverty and despair. He loved her with all his heart and would do anything for her, even if it meant sacrificing his own comfort. So when she ordered him to lie down on the floor with his face pointed upward, he didn't hesitate for a moment.
As Princess Serena lowered herself onto his face, she felt the denim rubbing against her wet pussy, driving her wild with pleasure. She gasped and moaned, letting out soft whimpers of delight as she ground her hips against her slave's face. It was a sensation like no other, and she knew she would never forget this moment.
"Mmmmm... oh yeah," she purred, arching her back and gripping the walls behind her for support. "That feels so good, my little slave."
The slave didn't reply, but he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin as she spoke. He concentrated on keeping still, knowing that even the slightest movement could cause discomfort to his mistress. All he could do was focus on the task at hand and hope that he was pleasing her enough.
Princess Serena rode her slave's face for what seemed like hours, grinding her hips and groaning with pleasure. She forgot about everything else in the world - the palace, her duties, even her own name – as she lost herself in the sensual moment. All that mattered was the feeling of her wet pussy rubbing against the slave's skin, and the sound of her own gasps and moans echoing in the otherwise silent room.
Finally, she could feel her orgasm building within her, a wave of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her. She gripped the slave's hair tighter, arching her back and digging her nails into his scalp as she rode the wave of pleasure. And then, with a cry that shook the very foundations of the palace, she came, her entire body shuddering with delight.
As she slowly regained her senses, Princess Serena realized that she had come down hard on her slave's face, leaving deep bruises and red marks behind. But instead of crying out in pain, he was breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto hers, a look of complete and utter adoration on his face.
"You're welcome, my lady," he whispered. "Anything for you."
With a satisfied smile playing at her lips, Princess Serena rose from her position atop her slave, pulling her wet jeans back into place. She leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, causing his heart to skip a beat.
"Thank you, my little slave," she murmured. "You've been such a good boy."
And with that, she left the room, already planning her next session of jeans initiation through facesitting.
