It’s my birthday, and I only want three things:
1. Hang out and chill
2. Have a lot of sex
3. Make boys cry (obviously)
And you know Daddy gets what Daddy wants.

Part I.
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.

Part II.
So did my slave think I was actually going to fuck him? Did he think I was going to ride his cock? Did he think he was going to cum like a man?
No, that would be far too nice for me. Why would I ever treat him like a man?
Sure, I’m going to fuck him. I’m going to fuck his pussy hole. I’m going to fingerbang him and open him up, After all, what good is a hole if it’s not getting filled? And what good is a slave if he’s not crying?
With my slave tied down to the bondage bench, of course I was planning on invading that asshole of his. 😉
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