male objects are always waiting for their Us, their Female Owners, to utilize them as We wish. Right now I want to use this bound object as My lounge chair. he is nothing more than a device, a tool I keep locked in permanent chastity, a thing that waits patiently for Me to smother him under My ample ass. My chairs must be strong enough to take My full weight on any part of their bodies, be it the pelvis, stomach, chest, and especially the object's face. I demand to feel comfortably supported in any way I rest upon his flesh and bones. Yet, like all of My male objects, this one is trained to... Show more