As I walked onto the set of Boss Girls Productions, I could feel the anticipation in the air. I was one of the newest faces on the show, and I was eager to flex my muscles as a businesswoman. But first, I needed a break. I found my trusty slave waiting for me, ready to serve at my beck and call. I threw my bag down by the chair and plopped down onto it, making sure to press my firm ass against his face.
The slave gasped as I sat on him; the feeling of my denim against his skin was electrifying. He knew better than to protest or move, lest he disrupt my much-needed break. Instead, he focused all his efforts on being a comfortable and submissive seat cushion. He could see the satisfaction in his Mistress's eyes as she looked down at him.
"Good boy," I praised, reaching down to ruffle his hair affectionately. "You're doing such a great job." I leaned back in the chair, letting out a content sigh as I closed my eyes. The warmth of the sun on my skin combined with the feel of the slave's breath against my ass was just what I needed to unwind.
Time seemed to stand still as I spent my break sitting on the slave's face. I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control over him, knowing that he would do anything I asked. It was a comforting thought, and one that made me feel invincible.
"Alright, slave," I said finally, standing up and dusting off my jeans. "It's time to get back to work." Without another word, I grabbed my bag and strode purposefully towards the set. The slave remained on the ground, waiting for his next command. As he looked up at me, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the time he had spent serving his Mistress, even if it was just a brief respite during a long day.
