I read my book sitting on the face of my slave

Valentine’s Day brings gifts from devoted slaves, but one present is missing—his tribute to his Mistress. A flashback reveals last year’s scene: dressed in alluring lingerie, she reclines on the bed, immersed in a book. Her slave approaches with chocolates and a doll, his affection grating on her patience. Ordered beneath her, he becomes human furniture as she settles onto his face, smothering him in shifting positions while she reads, ignoring his muffled pleas. Only occasional mercy grants him a fleeting breath.