Princess Rachel has made her slave lay under her office desk on his hands and knees, curled up in the most uncomfortable position possible. She walks in and sits in her chair to work on the computer. She slides up and rests her feet on his back and the back of his head. She grinds his nose into the hard ground below her. She twists her soles onto his head as if she was grinding out a cigarette. She attempts to roll her chair in further to get some work done, but her slave is sticking out too far “Make yourself smaller!” she demands. She then makes him hold her chair in while she types on th...

Princess Rachel has made her slave lay under her office desk on his hands and knees, curled up in the most uncomfortable position possible. She walks in and sits in her chair to work on the computer. She slides up and rests her feet on his back and the back of his head. She grinds his nose into the hard ground below her. She twists her soles onto his head as if she was grinding out a cigarette. She attempts to roll her chair in further to get some work done, but her slave is sticking out too far “Make yourself smaller!” she demands. She then makes him hold her chair in while she types on the computer. She continues to carelessly use him as a footstool. He lays under her desk while being crushed under her hard rubber soles. She sends a few emails and decides she needs a cup of coffee. She stands up, kicks her slave, and tells him to “stay there.” He lays there waiting for her return never lifting his nose off the ground.