Lady Nora, the fierce and dominant CEO of Boss Girls Productions, stormed into her office, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She glared at her pathetic slave employee, who cowered in fear. It was already past midnight, and she had locked him up for failing to complete his tasks on time. The chair she usually used had broken earlier that day, and she had instructed him to fix it before he left. However, as she surveyed the room, she saw that it was still broken, and her anger boiled over.
"You pathetic excuse for a man," She hissed through gritted teeth. "I told you to fix this chair before you left, and yet here we are, it's still broken! Do you have any idea how frustrating it is for me to have to work like this?" She gestured angrily at the makeshift desk she'd set up on top of another desk, uncomfortably perched on a stack of books.
"I... I'm sorry, Mistress," he stammered, knowing he'd be in for a world of pain if he didn't appease her. "I tried my best, but I couldn't find the right parts."
Lady Nora shook her head disdainfully, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. "You didn't try hard enough," she said, her tone icy cold. "It's your fault the chair broke in the first place, so you can take full responsibility for fixing it."
She walked over to the broken chair and kicked it angrily. "Look at this! It's unacceptable," she continued. "I demand perfection from my employees, and you're not meeting my standards."
The employee trembled as his boss loomed over him, her presence imposing and terrifying. He knew what was coming next, and he dreaded it. But there was nothing he could do; he had to take whatever punishment she dished out.
Without further ado, Lady Nora yanked off her pencil skirt and revealed her perfect, round ass to him. "Here," she said, grabbing the front of his shirt. "You'll make the perfect seat for my new workstation. And maybe this will show you just how much trouble you're in if you don't do what I tell you to do."
He felt the cool leather of her office chair against his cheek as she effortlessly lifted herself onto his face, her ass firmly in the middle of his face. Lady Nora began working on her laptop, completely unfazed by the slave's discomfort. The scent of her perfume was overpowering, and he could feel his face turning red from the heat of her body.
As she worked, she occasionally reached down and slapped him across the face or pulled his hair, reminding him of his place. Each time, he flinched and winced in pain, but he knew better than to cry out or try to resist. It was agonizing to have her weight on his face, but he had to endure it. He had to prove to her that he was worthy of being her employee, that he could handle the pressure and the punishments.
Hours passed, and Lady Nora finally finished her work. She stood up slowly, her legs shaking slightly from the long day and the stress. "You've been a naughty employee," she said, smirking. "But since you did manage to help me out, I'll let you live another day. But I don't want this to happen again."
She grabbed her chair and sat down, her perfect ass resting comfortably on the desk once more. "Remember, my boy," she said, patting the top of his head. "This could have been much worse. I should have used your mouth as the seat of my chair instead. Now, get out of here before I change my mind."
The employee scurried away, silently thankful that he wasn't in any more trouble. He knew he had to work harder, faster, and smarter if he wanted to keep his job. He couldn't afford another night like this one, with Lady Nora's ass so close to his face. He had to prove to her that he was capable of more, that he could handle the demands of being her employee.
