I purchased a new armchair, and as soon as I found its perfect spot in the house, who do I find leaning against it but my slave! He is envious, longing for me to continue using him as my “butt rest.” He fears being replaced, that I may forget about him. I know how to lift his spirits… I’ll sit on his face and never get up again. I’ll change positions, suffocating him, sinking my feet into his body, crushing him under my weight. In short, I may have a new armchair, but I still prefer my slave-object…