While walking around in the city today thoughts of sitting on slave 0's face without end popped into my mind. I bet none of the other passerbys knew what I was smiling about while sipping on my latte. Nor do they know that a bound and packaged boy is lying in my cellar, desparately waiting for my return. Then again his captor always leaves him a bit breathless.

I couldn't wait to get home and put my full bodyweight on that boy's face. When I arrived I threw my blouse and skirt on the couch and went downstairs. I unlocked my prison and found slave 0 still tightly wrapped. Without wa... Show more