Poggiapiedi in stivale Wellington per Principessa - (Versione mobile 720p)
I couldn’t be bothered with the slave today, so I simply used him as My footstool.
I sit back in My throne, muddy purple Hunter boots planted firmly on his hooded face, and completely ignored him while I worked through my Punishment Book. One boot presses down on his mouth while the other rests across his head, the dried mud and dirt from outside still caked on the rubber. He stays perfectly still underneath Me, nothing more than furniture while I flip pages, make notes, and occasionally adjust My legs to get comfortable.
Close-ups show the dirty boots shifting and pressing as I settle in, completely uninterested in whatever’s going on beneath them. The more I ignore him, the more he exists only as something soft for My boots to rest on.
By the end I’ve reclined further, still reading, still writing, still treating him like nothing more than a convenient boot. He stays under my Hunters the entire time.