The slave is laying beneath Princess Rachel’s favorite chair with the chair resting on his chest. Even when she sits on the chair, the front legs do not touch the ground, so he is to deal with 100 percent of the weight of the chair and her on top of his chest. She walks in wearing her favorite summertime sandals and casually sits in the chair as if it is completely normal to have a human footstool under your chair to support your weight and to rest your tired feet on. She drops her shoe soles on to his nose without a care in the world. He, however, is in a lot pain as she rests her hard rub...

The slave is laying beneath Princess Rachel’s favorite chair with the chair resting on his chest. Even when she sits on the chair, the front legs do not touch the ground, so he is to deal with 100 percent of the weight of the chair and her on top of his chest. She walks in wearing her favorite summertime sandals and casually sits in the chair as if it is completely normal to have a human footstool under your chair to support your weight and to rest your tired feet on. She drops her shoe soles on to his nose without a care in the world. He, however, is in a lot pain as she rests her hard rubber soles on his face. She deforms his nose and crushes his mouth closed him to get what little air he can through his nose. All he can smell is the stench of her sweaty feet, and whatever she has stepped in. She moves her feet from time to time to get more comfortable, but her feet are always painfully on his face.