Princess Rachel has her slave laying in front of the couch where she sits comfortably. She is wearing her cute tall brown leather boots and using her footslave as a footstool for the hard rubber soles of her boots. She is not gentle and doesn’t even look to see where foot lands. Sometimes his face takes the brunt of her weight, and sometimes it is his neck. She finds it to be most comfortable to cross her legs so her full weight smashes down on him. This is especially difficult for him when she has her one boot resting on his throat, because the makes it hard for him to breathe; but Princes...

Princess Rachel has her slave laying in front of the couch where she sits comfortably. She is wearing her cute tall brown leather boots and using her footslave as a footstool for the hard rubber soles of her boots. She is not gentle and doesn’t even look to see where foot lands. Sometimes his face takes the brunt of her weight, and sometimes it is his neck. She finds it to be most comfortable to cross her legs so her full weight smashes down on him. This is especially difficult for him when she has her one boot resting on his throat, because the makes it hard for him to breathe; but Princess Rachel doesn’t care. He is just human furniture to her, and she treats him as such. She even twists her heel into his nipple while her legs are crossed. She didn’t do this on purpose to hurt, although she knows it does; it was merely just what was comfortable for her at the moment. At the end, she removes her boots from his face and body and demands “Go fix my dinner!” The slave gets up and goes to the kitchen to start cooking for her.