A leisurely Sunday evening finds Lady Scarlet lounging on her supple black leather sofa, yet true repose eludes her, for she craves stimulation beyond mere relaxation. She beckons her slave, who promptly appears, crawling to her side. With a mischievous grin, she confesses her desire to alleviate her ennui through play. Commanding him to position himself beneath her, she ascends onto the human cushion her slave has become, his body now a plush surface for her to traverse.
Her long, shapely legs, sheathed in alluring pantyhose, begin to explore this new terrain, striding, kicking, and jumping with increasing fervor. With each step, her slave sinks deeper into the sofa, his form contorting under her weight. His face turns a shade of crimson, a testament to his exertion and discomfort.
Following a series of facestandings, Lady Scarlet’s interest is piqued, and the tedium of her evening dissipates. As a final act, she tenderly touches her slave’s nose, which has been reshaped by her playful antics into a visage resembling play dough.