Dressed in a leather skirt, leopard-print top and towering high heels, I enter the room to find my obedient slave already waiting on the floor.
I settle onto the sofa, place both heels firmly on his chest and begin scrolling through my phone. There is no conversation and no acknowledgement—he exists only as a convenient footstool beneath me.
I remain completely absorbed in my phone while he lies there carrying the weight of my heels. When I’ve had enough, I simply stand up and leave the room without giving him so much as a second glance.
He wanted my attention. Instead, he discovered what it feels like to be treated as nothing more than furniture.