My service is like a living crutch

My service is like a living crutch

Like a living shit, my work day starts when the woman wakes up in the morning.

 

When he is dressed, I serve him as a living chair.

 

I kneel in front of her and use my back as a footstool and she puts her beautiful legs on top of mine.

 

Then she puts on nylon stockings.

 

I can't see her crouching, but I can still feel her beautiful legs pressing against my back.

 

After I got dressed, I was sent to the kitchen.

 

My aunt is so small and delicate that she can't reach all the upper cabinets in the kitchen.

 

So God gave the slaves another job and sometimes they had to play the part of a living leader.

 

Then he climbed over me like a ladder and I felt the weight of his whole body pressing down on me.

 

My wife and I can wear it without any problems because it is light.

 

I stood still as he sat next to me trying to get something from the upper cabinet.

 

Because my wife is responsible for making sure she doesn't lose her balance in stiletto heels.

 

As a living crutch, I only had one swing incident.

 

After breakfast, my worthless slave spanked my ass hard a few times.

 

My girl slapped his hand hard! Since then I have focused more on my job as a manager of a slave facility.

On the other hand, I really enjoy serving as living room furniture while my aunt works at her desk! Sometimes he uses me as a living room chair and I kneel in front of him to kiss my feet.

 

He does this even when I'm kneeling under his desk and when I'm kneeling next to him.

 

He then placed his feet on my knees and of course, being a foot fetishist, I can't always stop myself from pushing my pants of slave desire up his legs.

 

My wife is constantly smiling while talking on the phone or typing on the computer, sometimes seemingly unconsciously, sometimes with interest.

 

When I tap my fingers, I usually lose complete control.

 

My growing desires became uncontrollable and my foot fetish took over, forcing the government to discipline me.

Your slave breeding means I have to sit in the corner because I have no desire as a slave object.

 

At least not in front of him.

 

I get dizzy thinking about her feet in my lap when I'm alone at home! But in his presence I'm sure I'd accept the punishment of sitting in the corner without complaining.

 

When I calm down again, he calls me back.

 

Then I can be a living piece of shit to him while he sits on my face.

 

He knows how much I love to make my face! Whether it's my wife usually dressing like this, jeans or a dress, working my exposed ass in front, or reading a book to relax, this is heaven on earth to me.

I love that my wife uses me as a living piece of furniture.

 

He doesn't talk to me, he guides me.

 

Sometimes he puts a collar and leash on me and guides me where I need to be like a living piece of furniture.

 

Sometimes it's just a motion for me to kneel while he puts his legs on top of me.

It was my dream to be the slave of such a beautiful master and be used exclusively.

 

Even though Mistress thanks me for accepting me into her service and tells me to shut up, I don't move.

 

I will take any punishment of slave training as long as I still put my own desires first.

I'm worried he won't need me as a living crutch anymore and that will be the worst! Because my live shit position is the most happiness I've ever experienced in my slave life.