I cut off my slave’s air supply – Pastel Goddess

When study and pleasure leave me drained, I relax with gaming while my furniture serves its purpose. My slave, Kitten, learns his place as I restrict his air, silencing his protests. His desperate gasps mean nothing—he’s just a study bench, unworthy of relief from chastity. I ensure his locked state remains permanent, a fitting end for such an obnoxious piece. After forcing stillness, I demand absolute obedience for the rest of the session. His struggles only earn him a new task: preparing my dinner. Next time, he may not survive his disobedience.