Boss Girls Productions - This has to please the slave!
Queen Hanna walked into her living room, feeling a bit adventurous. She decided to sit on the couch, her soft, round butt pushing against the leather as she eased herself down. As she settled into the plush cushions, she patted her lap, the invitation clear.
She looked over at her slave, who hesitated for a moment before limping over to her. He knew better than to disobey his Mistress's commands. As he approached, she reached out and grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up at her.
"You will sit on my lap, slave," she commanded. "And you will enjoy it."
He hesitated again, his eyes pleading with her. But Queen Hanna was having none of it. With a sharp slap across his face, she snapped, "Do you understand me?"
The slave nodded, his cheek stinging from the slap. He knew better than to disobey her again. Slowly, he lowered himself onto her lap, his legs spreading slightly as he tried to find a comfortable position.
Queen Hanna leaned back against the cushions, her weight pressing down on him. She couldn't help but notice how much he squirmed underneath her. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, knowing that she could control his every move.
She reached down and started stroking his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she stroked his scalp. "See, slave?" she purred. "This isn't so bad, is it?"
The slave could feel the heat rising in his face, but he knew better than to speak. He continued to look up at her, hoping she would be satisfied with his response.
Queen Hanna leaned forward slightly, her weight shifting on his lap. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "You will like this," she growled. "And you will beg me for more."
The slave tried to nod, but the pressure on his neck made it difficult. He could feel her soft flesh pressing against his cheeks, and he knew that she was going to make good on her threat.
Queen Hanna leaned back once again, this time resting most of her weight on his lap. She ran her hands through her hair, feeling the wind whip through the strands. She looked down at him and smiled, knowing that he was at her mercy.
"This has to please the slave," she repeated, her voice echoing through the room. And with that, she began to bounce slightly on his lap, her plump cheeks bouncing against his face. The slave closed his eyes, trying to block out the sensation as he felt his cock growing hard beneath him.
Queen Hanna could feel his erection pressing against her leggings, and it only made her smile wider. She knew she had him right where she wanted him - helpless and completely under her control. And she wasn't about to let him go anytime soon.
She leaned forward once more, her breasts brushing against his face as she reached down and began to stroke his cock through his pants. "See?" she purred. "You do like this, don't you?"
The slave could only moan in response, his head thrown back as he felt her skilled fingers working their magic. He knew he was lost to her now, and there was no going back. All he could do was surrender to his Mistress's will and enjoy the ride.
