I’m sitting at the kitchen counter and enjoy a cup of tea when I wonder – why sit on a barstool when I have an otherwise useless slave around? I order him to get in position so I can use his face as my seat. Of course this position is extremely painful for the loser and he’s afraid I might break his neck … but I won’t let him off the hook just yet. After a few minutes I decide to show (a little) mercy and push him to the ground. Now the facesitting can continue there!

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