My slave is bewitched. Why else would anyone endure such humiliation and pain? So many slaves tap out when faced with the reality of being a live-in piece of furniture, but this furniture is completely under My spell. The delicious Aroma from My Ass keeps it in a trance, and now that it is perfectly still even as it balances my full weight on its face, I can finally ignore it and forget it exists. Its whole existence has become the smell of My Perfect Ass, the feel of the weight of My whole Body pushing the back of its head against the floor. My slave can still see through the pantyhose I g... Show more