As soon as Mistress Roxana arrived at her luxurious office, she noticed something amiss. Her slave, who was supposed to be standing attentively by the couch, was nowhere to be seen. Irritated, she asked her assistant where the girl was. "She's, uh, sitting on the couch, ma'am," the tentative reply came back.
Mistress Roxana stormed over to the couch and saw her slave sitting gracelessly on its cushions. Her eyes narrowed. "What do you think this is, a seat? Stand up immediately!" she ordered, her voice cold and commanding.
But the girl didn't move. Instead, she seemed to shrink into herself, her face turning red with shame. Mistress Roxana was incensed by her disobedience. She grabbed the girl roughly by the shoulder and pulled her to her feet.
"Do you have any idea how long it took me to get these jeans to fit just right?" she snarled, slapping the girl across the face. "And you think you can just sit on them like they're nothing?"
The girl shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean to—"
"You didn't mean to," Mistress Roxana interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well then, I guess that makes it all okay, doesn't it?"
She grabbed the girl's hair roughly and pushed her face first onto the couch cushions again. Then, with a cruel smirk, she straddled the girl's back, her jeans-clad ass right in her face. "Now you can see what happens when you disobey your mistress," she purred, running her fingers through the girl's hair.
Over the course of several long, torturous minutes, Mistress Roxana ground her hips against the girl's face, her jeans becoming increasingly wet from the girl's saliva and tears. She held still for a moment, savoring the power she had over the girl before slowly getting off her.
"That should teach you a lesson," she said, her voice softening slightly. "Now get up and clean yourself off. We've got work to do."
The girl, still trembling from fear and arousal, slowly stood up and did as she was told. As she walked past Mistress Roxana, their eyes met for just a moment. In that moment, Mistress Roxana saw the mixture of fear and desire in the girl's eyes, and a small smile crept across her lips. She knew that even though she had just humiliated her slave, there would be more to come... and both of them would enjoy every moment of it.
