You Are My Booty Pillow

Lady Karame, on a fad, felt like displaying me her power over me. I was supposed to put my slaves head on the sofa, and I did not know what she was up to. As if on the scaffold I laid my head humbly on the sofa, ready to bear everything that the mistress dreamed to do with me. The purpose of her was to test the resilience of her slave contender, so she sat on my head and used me as a seat cushion. In order to test my humility, my allegiance and to make my position as a potential slave clear, she ultimately climbed with her boots on my face, because slaves heard their position repeatedly called to consciousness: Under the hunter boots of the mistress.