I have written about this couple several times before, and I’d like to do so again because they are so compelling as a lifestyle BDSM couple. They are lesbian couple that have been friends a long time. They were friends long before they were a 24/7 lifestyle couple, which is pretty astonishing to me to be honest!
The amazing thing is that they are still friends…yes, Ursela controls Marcy 100% at all times, but a lot of the time they are chatting about average things…gossip about mutual friends, talk about old boyfriends – it’s charming, and refreshing.
This was actually the first time that Master met with the couple to document them, and if you join the site to watch the video you’ll see the first akward entrance. Marcy was tied to a table as her Mistress introduced my Master with his camera…Marcy freaked out – as she was not told that she was about to be documented. A little fight ensued, but ultimately – Marcy recognized that this was her best friend and Mistress’ decision to be made, and Marcy really had no say. She was none too thrilled about it, but she had devoted herself to serving Ursela – and if this was what Ursela wanted…well, then – it’s what Ursela got! In this first picture we see Ursela tying up marcy getting her ready for what will be for her a tiresome, boring afternoon…but fun for Ursela and us as viewers!
Ursela has some mild forniphilia in mind for the afternoon, and so she ties up her friend/slave into a position that would be comfortable to use her as a foot stool for several hours. Marcy as you can tell doesn’t look too thrilled…afterall she has to stay completely motionless for hours, with her Mistress’ feet resting on her back. This may seem simple, but speaking from personal experience, this position becomes gruelling on the elbows, knees, shoulders and lower back, especially with the weight of legs and feet resting on your lower back! Still though she is obediant and obeys her Goddess without question.
Her amazingly cute ass is propped up in the air, and once she is tied in this position really doesn’t have much of a choice about the whole thing anyway…I know sometimes I feel like being active, and I am forced into a position such as this, and while forniphilia (using a human as furniture) is a great fantasy in the mind…after a short period of time when your entire body is aching…it becomes less fun. That being said though, I believe that is the essence of true domination and submission. You become an object, your mind goes blank or elsewhere depending on the person, and you give yourself over to total servitude.
She does look absolutely gorgeous though doesn’t she? She has a gorgeous body – her breasts are smally and perky. Ursela is very lucky to have this one! And I can myself shamelessly say that I luckily share a similar body-type with Marcy. Master excercises me daily, and so I stay extremely fit and tone. But I digress! She is an absolutely stunning slave, and Ursela is extremely proud of her!
Ursela loves having her feet worshipped – for many reasons. Marcy admitted once that she doesn’t like worshipping feet because she doesn’t have a foot fetish, but at the same time loves it because it’s something that really makes her feel like shes really worshipping someone. It amps up her servitude and makes her feel even lower, which she loves.
In this picture shes actually using her hand to prop up ursela’s foot. Ursela believes that she should never have to use her own strength to keep any part of her in position to be worshipped – and I agree! I see a lot of movies and such, where the Mistress is holding her foot up in the air…this might look fun, but in reality – that gets tiring!
When Marcy worships Ursela’s feet, she really worships them. You can see in her face that she is like…praying to her, like she is her Goddess. She submits the very core of herself to her Mistress Ursela, gives herself both physically, mentally, and spiritually to her. Mostly BDSM is playtime for most…for Marcy, it’s her religion – she worships her goddess as most people worship their deity of choice in whatever religion they choose to follow. It’s really quite inspiring as a fellow slave.
Settling in for the long haul can take a little time. It takes a little while (for me personally, and from what Marcy has told me in our conversations) to kind of settle yourself mentally into the mindset of a piece of furniture. Again, having the weight of legs and feet resting on your lower back is extremely straining on your entire body. You ache after just a few minutes – Marcy’s elbows would be burning, her arms most probably tingling on the edge of numbness, and feeling totally exposed and vulnerable with her ass in the air, and a camera documenting her when she really didn’t want it, but agreed to it to please her Mistress. The thought alone has gotten me off many times!
Ursela settled in comfortably on the couch, oblivious to the agony that is wracking the body that is her foot rest. She admired her rope work digging into the sides and soft spots all over Marcy’s body – adding another torture to her misery. Ursela can be a cruel one. You see, it’s fairly easy to slip into “sub space” when your ignored as a piece of furniture…you can go somewhere else or let your mind go blank, letting the pain dissipate from your body. However – Ursela on purpose kept Marcy’s mind in the now, and therefore in the pain – by discussing the book she was reading with her, by conversing with her, therefore forcing Marcy to stay with the pain. This was a gruelling turn of events, and I can’t imagine how brutal it must have been.
And here we see Marcy after she has finally been let out of her role as a piece of furniture. Even though the ropes have been removed from her arms, she must slowly stretch them out – as she has been tied tightly in a single position for multiple hours – doing so too quickly would cause an enormous amount of pain. You can see the deep rope marks left on her arms from the hours of gruelling servitude.
Her legs did stay tied for some time after though, as Ursela always finds it funny to hobble her slave somehow – in one way or another Marcy is usually “hobbled” meaning, she’s restricted somehow, her mobility is always taken away in some way. Ursela loves the fact that Marcy at no point in time can move very quickly or without a lot of labour involved. So whether it be her legs tied up, or little metal points between her theighs forcing her to walk with her legs apart, or a variety of other things – Marcy is under constant physical control. 24 hours a day. 365 days a year. Controlled, and owned. Like a dog.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way!
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Master decided to hold a private party for some of his close friends who have worked with him in 
since she’s still not allowed to walk on two legs. After some rigorous work Master house looked fabulous, transformed into a sultry living space with black and gold decorations. That afternoon Master came home early with a surprise for both me and the pup. He had custom outfits made for us. The puppy girl was given a gold colored choke chain, with a dog tag that read her name and address in case she ever gets lost. She was also fitted with a delicate black leather harness that had gold studs decorating it. The harness wrapped around her whole torso and its pieces hook on together right near her pelvic bone so that some of the straps wind through her legs. Master also took out a black tail from his bag of surprises and attached it to her harness right over her tail bone. He also got a tray that attaches to the back of her harness so that if she is on her hands and knees, the tray can hold dishes of cups on it.
The guests came and left in what seems like a blur. Everything went well without a hitch and I was so proud to walk around serving people wine, getting to ease drop in on their conversations and murmured appreciations of how good the wine was or how pretty the pup and I were. Carrying the wine on my little tray was no easy feat though and if it weren’t for the little breaks that I got to take in the kitchen, I don’t know how long I would have lasted holding the tray up with my mouth. But it was well worth it, to make Master proud in front of his friends! Once all the wine was served, Master had the tray taken away from me and had me kneel on my hands and knees and act as a living coffee table. Our puppygirl as well, was placed next to a couch and forced to become a side table. If I thought carrying the tray was hard, I had no idea how hard it would be to have full wine glasses places on my back. I could barely breathe for fear of one of the glasses toppling over! As the night wound down and people started to leave, the kitchen slave was allowed out to start cleaning up the mess. It was not until the last guests had left that the pup and I were allowed to move from our positions. The kitchen slave came and brought the pup to her kennel and I was allowed to crawl upstairs to Master’s room where I curled up on my blanket at the foot of his bed and promptly fell asleep. Over all it was an exceptional night!
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