He is but an object to me. A piece of furniture that I will ignore the whole day until I feel the urge to pleasure myself on his pain. He needs to be humiliated all the time to remind him of his place and fate. To turn him into anonymous puppet I have put him into a silky white catsuit and start to tie him up with some red rope. I quickly turn him into an immobile foot rest that feels nice an warm to my nylon clad feet. It is so nice to rest my high heels on his worthless back after a long shopping trip and read some magazines while he suffers in the tight ropes.