I am a fussy Lady and it is always difficult find something just the way I like it. This inevitably leads to Me making adjustments and alterations to whatever it is that needs fixing to My tastes. This obviously includes slaves. The new addition to My garden furniture is in and to be honest, I’m not happy with it. To make the needed upgrades, I have pegged the bitch to the ground, spread eagled and facing the bright sunlight. I test it out as a garden seat, face-sitting and smothering it with My gorgeous backside. It wriggles a little too much, so just to remind it of its position...

I am a fussy Lady and it is always difficult find something just the way I like it. This inevitably leads to Me making adjustments and alterations to whatever it is that needs fixing to My tastes. This obviously includes slaves. The new addition to My garden furniture is in and to be honest, I’m not happy with it. To make the needed upgrades, I have pegged the bitch to the ground, spread eagled and facing the bright sunlight. I test it out as a garden seat, face-sitting and smothering it with My gorgeous backside. It wriggles a little too much, so just to remind it of its position, I have roped the balls to the ground also, making it easier to give a painful stretch to the superfluous nut-sack. Obviously, after a while, the ornament gets a little restless. It’s nothing for Me to dose him back into submission. Keeping the slave in such a state makes it a very entertaining game for Me. Switching between nipple clamp pulling and face-sitting, there’s soon no chance for the piece of furniture to resist.