You feel relieved after Heather gets her big butt off of you. Finally, after all those hours of getting sat on, she was finally paying attention to you again. “Alright slave, I think you learned your lesson.” She tells you.
However, instead of freeing you from the taped pillow, Heather turned back around, showing you the brown shorts you were underneath. “But, before I free you from this pillow…” The giant, mean girl descends her ass quickly and sits her full weight on you for a third time.
“HMMMPH!” You muffled, that sudden butt drop almost knocked the wind out of you. Once again you were met stuck between those brown shorts, and the sweat, and the smell started enveloping your miniature sized body once more.
“But I'm not entirely convinced you can actually serve me this time. Maybe you can start by kissing my ass, 4 or 5 kisses should suffice.” Heather smirked, waiting for you to do as you’re instructed.
You didn’t know if she was actually doing this to further humiliate you, or she just wanted an excuse to keep you underneath her ass. Regardless, you pucker your lips and press them against the fabric of her shorts. After all, she could do worse than keep you ass her cushion if you refused.
After feeling that small kiss to her behind, Heather continues to smirk and lightly moves her rear end left and right. “Good, now 4 more kisses. And hurry up, I don’t have all day.” She demanded.
Without much of an option, you keep your lips puckered and kiss her ass 4 more times, getting an almost salty taste in your mouth after you were through. ”(Bleh, disgusting.)” You think to yourself.
“Heh heh, good boy.” Your giant slave owner muttered. She then gets up again and the cold air blows against you once more. She then turns around and bends over. She removes the pieces of tape from the pillow you were on, allowing you to sit up as soon as she finished.
“Finally I can move again!.” You mutter and do . Unfortunately that wouldn’t last long, Heather reaches down and grabs you from the pillow, effortlessly bringing you up to eye level.
“Break time’s over, slave, I have some more work for you to do.” She tells you, it didn’t seem she was going to let up any time soon.
What did Heather want you to do?
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