My companion, the Dominant Lady Gabriella, and I take a seat on the black sofa, which has a unique feature for this occasion – a slave acting as a base, lying hidden underneath. The slave’s neck and head peek out, providing a perfect footrest for our bare feet. As we settle down, our combined weight crushes the slave’s chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. Our feet rest on his face, pressing on his neck, making his breathing increasingly labored. We playfully slap his face with our feet, then he opens his mouth, and we vigorously rub our feet on his tongue. His face turns red, and his breathing becomes barely perceptible as we both spit in his mouth.