As Princess Serena walked into the room, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She couldn't take her eyes off of the servant on the floor, whose job it was to worship her body and satisfy her every desire. Today, she had decided to make him feel particularly vulnerable and humiliated.
With a sly smile, she approached him and knelt down in front of him, revealing her choice of attire for the day. It was a pair of tight-fitting jeans that hugged every inch of her curves, particularly emphasizing her rounded ass. The fabric was stiff and rough, adding an extra layer of discomfort to the already arduous task that awaited the unfortunate man below her.
"Today," she purred, leaning down close to his ear so that he could feel her warm breath on his skin, "I've chosen these jeans especially for you. They're going to make it even harder for you to serve your purpose."
She gave a slow grind against him, causing him to writhe in anticipation of what was to come. Then, without warning, she suddenly stood up straight, revealing that she was still fully clothed in her tiny-waisted jeans and a cropped top. The look of despair on his face was enough to make her heart race with excitement.
"You'll have to wait a little longer, my pet," she taunted, walking away from him playfully. She took her sweet time undressing herself, teasing him mercilessly as she did so. Finally, she was naked, standing before him like a goddess.
"Now," she commanded, gesturing for him to crawl over to her. "Prostrate yourself before me," she demanded, her voice ringing with authority.
The man did as he was told, crawling on all fours towards her exposed body like the animal she had reduced him to. When he was close enough, she leaned down and slowly lowered her perfect round ass onto his face, feeling the resistance of his mouth as he tried to adjust to the intrusion.
"Enjoy the view, slave," she purred, spreading her legs wide so that he couldn't miss the glistening folds of her sex. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her weight onto him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. With each passing moment, she felt more powerful and in control.
As she sat there, savoring the feeling of dominance, she couldn't help but think about how far he had fallen from his former life. Once, he was a respected member of society, probably with a family and friends who looked up to him. Now, he was nothing more than a pathetic creature at her beck and call, willing to do anything she asked of him.
After several long, agonizing minutes, she finally decided to give him a moment's relief. She carefully maneuvered herself off of his face, relishing the sound of his labored breathing as he tried to catch his breath. But the moment's rest was short-lived, as she quickly mounted his face again, this time with a mischievous grin on her lips.
For what felt like an eternity, Serena continued to ride her servant's face, her heavy breathing and moans of pleasure echoing through the room. It was a reminder to him that, no matter how hard he tried or how much he suffered, he would never be anything more than her inferior plaything.
And as she finally came down from her high, spent and satisfied, she couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. For in that moment, she truly was the princess, and he was nothing more than a lowly subject at her feet.
