The first part of my birthday is easy. A Goddess always knows how to luxuriate and relax. And what better way than making my slave into the human ottoman that he is? After all, what’s the point of bondage if I can’t totally objectify my bitches? Luckily for me (and him), he is bound in a squat position, perfectly exposing his cock and balls for my footrest pleasure. Chained to the floor and unable to move at all, I can relax my feet on his tender male bits, squishing them with the sheer weight of my legs. I’m a bit of a squirmer. Restless leg syndrome, some say. So of course, I can’t help myself but tap my feet around, moving and fidgeting on his helpless cock and balls while I watch TV. And it’s so lovely to have a soft surface to put my feet up on! I know I’ll be able to fully relax while my slave is entirely useful and helpless.
