My friend Claire joins me as I relax on the sofa, my feet resting on a human footstool. Claire quickly notices that my slave’s head is confined in a box-like structure. I explain that it keeps him still, but the opening around his face is tempting to sit on. Intrigued, Claire decides to give it a try. She finds it to be both a comfortable seat and an enjoyable experience due to the power dynamic of restricting the slave’s breath. As she squirms and shakes her hands in an attempt to escape, it becomes a fun game for us. We take turns sitting on the slave’s face, blocking his breath with our ample derrieres for the next ten minutes.