I know males are lucky to be used by Me in any way I please, kneeling in a corner ready to serve. slaves must prove their desire to worship and literally bow down and praise My name. I am not impressed with how uncomfortable this objects back is as a carpet beneath My sharp heels. I am not pleased with it at all and make it beg to be cruelly slapped for its uselessness. I spit My drink on the floor and it licks it up grateful for the humiliating honor. Stupid slave, I have no other use for it then to made into a piece of furniture. I ignore it as I check My phone and take pictures of My legs resting on My new furniture to send to My gf. Amused, I torment the silent furniture with My pantyhose feet in its face and dangle My heel until it drops at his head. "Worship My supreme strappy stiletto on the floor as I rest My feet up on your back" slave is blessed to be My custom-made furniture.
