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Goddess Faith transforms her slave into a piece of living furniture for her amusement. You will be her footstool for 30 minutes, stripped of your humanity and reduced to nothing more than a functional, degrading object for her comfort. I've seen the photo. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Your back is too bony. Your posture is terrible. You're a dis***ce to footstools everywhere. But you're the only one I have right now, so you'll have to do. Now, the most important part of being my footstool... you are silent. You are still. You are an inanimate object. A footstool doesn't breathe heavily. A footstool doesn't shift its weight. A footstool doesn't moan with a pathetic little erection from the sheer honor of my proximity. You will be a statue. A warm, breathing, degrading statue. For the next 30 minutes, you will remain exactly in that position. On all fours. Back flat. Head down. You will stare at the floor and you will imagine my feet resting on your spine. You will imagine the weight of my divine body pressing down on you. The slight shift of my ankles as I cross one perfect leg over the other. You will feel the pressure of my heel digging slightly into your lower back as I get comfortable. And you will be grateful. You will be so fucking grateful that your worthless body is finally serving a purpose. ** To SUPPORT my VIDEO PRODUCTION ... if you want to see NEW VIDEOS of me - TIP me 5000$.