I am Mistress Ivy, 29 years old, and I know exactly how to drive men wild with this body of mine. Tonight I slipped into my favorite skinny jeans — the tight, dark denim that hugs my hips and ass like a second skin. I stand in front of the mirror in my bedroom and slowly turn around, glancing over my shoulder. What a beautiful, round ass I have. Plump, firm, and inviting, the seam of the jeans disappearing deep between my cheeks and accentuating every curve. I bite my lip and give my right cheek a playful slap. The flesh jiggles slightly under the tight fabric.
I feel powerful. Seductive. Dangerous.
The doorbell rings. He’s here. My newest toy. I open the door and watch his eyes immediately drop down to my legs and that perfect ass I deliberately push out a little as I turn to let him inside. “Good evening, slave,” I say in my low, dominant voice. “On your knees. Now.”
He obeys instantly. As he drops to the floor, I walk slowly past him, my skinny jeans stretched tight across my thighs and ass. I bend over slightly to pick something up from the table — purely to tease him. My ass pushes back, the round cheeks nearly brushing his face. I hear him swallow. Hard.
“You like it, don’t you?” I whisper as I turn and run my hand over my own cheek. “This ass… so round, so tight in these jeans. You want to touch it, don’t you? You want to bury your face in it.”
He nods desperately. I laugh softly and lie down on the couch on my stomach, pushing my ass up. The skinny jeans cling to my cheeks, the fabric gleaming slightly under the lamplight. I rub my hand over the curves, squeeze them, show him how full and soft they are at the same time.
“Come closer,” I command. “But don’t touch. Not yet.”
He crawls nearer. I feel his hot breath through the thin denim. Slowly I move my hips, letting my round ass sway and bounce in front of his eyes. The jeans are so tight that every movement is visible — the deep seam between my cheeks, the way my ass cheeks flex and relax. I feel myself getting wet from the power I have over him.
“Want to smell?” I ask teasingly. I push my ass back a little further until his nose is almost touching the fabric. He groans. I laugh and pull the jeans even tighter, making the seam disappear deeper between my cheeks and highlighting my shape even more.
“Tonight you’re going to worship this ass, slave. You’re going to lick, kiss, and beg until I decide you’ve had enough. And if you’re good… maybe I’ll let you feel how warm and soft it really is under these skinny jeans.”
I turn around, sit down, and spread my legs slightly so he can kneel between my thighs. My hand slides over my plump ass again as I look down at him with that signature Mistress smile.
“Begin…”
And he did. With trembling hands and a hard cock straining against his pants, while I savored the power and the feeling of my perfect, round ass wrapped tight in those skinny jeans.
