It's my birthday, and I only want three things:

1. Hang out and chill
2. Have a lot of s*x
3. Make boys cry (obviously)

And you know Step-Daddy gets what Step-Daddy wants.

Part I.

The first part of my birthday is easy. A Goddess always knows how to luxuriate and relax. And what better way than making my sl*ve into the human ottoman that he is? After all, what's the point of b*ndage if I can't totally objectify my b*tches?

Luckily for me (and him), he is bound in a squat position, perfectly exposing his c*ck and b*lls for my footrest pleasure. Chained to the floor and unable to move at all, I can relax my feet on his tender m*le bits, squishing them with the sheer weight of my legs.

I'm a bit of a squirmer. Restless leg syndrome, some say. So of course, I can't help myself but tap my feet around, moving and fidgeting on his helpless c*ck and b*lls while I watch TV. And it's so lovely to have a soft surface to put my feet up on! I know I'll be able to fully relax while my sl*ve is entirely useful and helpless.

Part II.

So did my sl*ve think I was actually going to f*ck him? Did he think I was going to ride his c*ck? Did he think he was going to c*m like a man?

No, that would be far too nice for me. Why would I ever treat him like a man?

Sure, I'm going to f*ck him. I'm going to f*ck his p*ssy h*le. I'm going to fingerbang him and open him up, After all, what good is a h*le if it's not getting filled? And what good is a sl*ve if he's not crying?

With my sl*ve tied down to the b*ndage bench, of course I was planning on invading that *sshole of his. ;)

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