Every night, Lady Luciana would come home from a long day of running her successful publishing firm, Boss Girls Productions, feeling exhausted but not too worn out to reward herself with a few drinks at her favorite local watering hole. The stools there were vintage and sturdily built, but they could never compare to the plush comfort of her own living room couch and ottoman. So, she always brought along a trusty companion—her personal seat cushion slave.
As soon as she entered the bar and settled onto one of the hard, unforgiving bar stools, she could feel the discomfort seeping in through her skin and muscles. Her back was aching, and her ass felt like it was sitting on a wooden block. Seeing her mistress's discomfort, the slave quickly trotted over with a small black velvet box in hand.
Opening it, he pulled out a pristine white foam seat cushion, kneeling down by her feet and offering it up to her with a subservient grin. Without hesitation, she snatched it from him and placed it beneath her, instantly feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She sighed contently and leaned back against the bar, taking a sip of her drink.
Feeling a bit bolder now, she turned to the poor slave and crooned, "You know, my little seat cushion slave, I think you have another job to do for me." His eyes widened in fear and anticipation as he replied, "Yes, Mistress. Anything for you."
She smirked evilly and clarified, "I want you to put your head on the cushion, and I'm going to sit on it... like this." With that, she straddled his neck and torso, her thighs pressing against his chest, and lowered herself onto his face, her jeans-clad ass smushing into his cheeks. From his vantage point, he could see her provocative lace panties peeking out above her jeans, tantalizing him further.
Lady Luciana sat on his face for a while longer, savoring the feeling of power and control she had over her helpless slave. Finally, she decided to take things up a notch. With a sultry laugh, she commanded, "Get down on the floor, face cushion. It's time for some real fun."
The slave complied immediately, lowering himself to the cold, hardwood floor. She followed suit, gracefully stepping off the bar stool and onto his back as he lay face down. She positioned herself over his head, straddling his neck once more, and lowered herself until she was hovering just above him. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly, teasingly lowered herself onto his face.
As she sat there, her panties rubbing against his nose and mouth, she whispered, "You're such a good little seat cushion. You make me feel so comfortable... and so very in control." The slave whimpered softly beneath her, his body shaking slightly from the strange mixture of pleasure and shame he felt. But he knew his job was to serve his mistress, and he would do so to the very best of his ability.
