Nora's office was a maze of computers, cameras, and monitors. It was the hub of her vast empire - Boss Girls Productions. She ruled over it like a queen bee, and her latest project was to dominate a lowly intern named Michael. He'd shown promise but lacked the discipline she required, so she decided to teach him a lesson he'd never forget.
One day, while everyone else was gone, she summoned him to her office. He entered hesitantly, wondering what she wanted from him this time. She was already in position on her leather chair, wearing a pair of form-fitting leggings that left little to the imagination. The look on her face was one of cold determination.
"Get down on your knees, Michael," she commanded. He did as he was told, his heart racing as he stared up at her imposing figure. "Today, you will learn what it means to serve me."
She reached down, undid his pants, and pulled them off roughly. His cock sprung free, already hard with anticipation and fear. Nora laughed cruelly, then slid her chair back so that her ass was inches away from his face.
"You have nothing to laugh about under my ass, Michael," she hissed. "I have my very own methods of destroying little slaves like you, and the best way is beneath me."
She lowered her glorious round ass onto his face, crushing his mouth and nose under her weight. His attempted gasps for air were muffled by her soft fabric. Nora began to grind her hips, using her bulk to force him deeper into submission. The feeling of her hot moist skin against his face sent shivers down his spine despite the pain.
"Suffer for me, Michael," she growled. "Endure the pressure that my ass creates on your face. I'll give you heavy butt drops and destroy your face with them. Wild and painful!"
Her ass seemed to piston up and down, each downstroke forcing him further into submission. His nose was numb from the constricting pressure, but he couldn't help but feel an intense arousal building up inside him. He felt like he was being used, like nothing more than a human dildo for Nora's pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled away and stood up. Michael struggled to catch his breath as he looked up at her. He could see the satisfaction in her eyes, the knowledge that she'd completely broken him.
"Now get out of here, Michael," she said. "And remember, I own you. Do not cross me ever again."
As he stumbled towards the door, Michael could only think of one thing: he'd never been more turned on or humiliated in his life. And for some perverse reason, he needed more of it.
