Under My Floors: Using You As A Bathroom Tile

Description

I don't even see you. To me, you're nothing more than a comfortable piece of floor in my bathroom. You watch me go through my morning routine, fixing my hair and checking my makeup in front of the mirror, all while standing firmly on your chest and stomach. I'm wearing my favorite ballet flats, the casual ones, and I don't care if they leave marks or if you can't breathe properly. You're my human stool, a tool to help me reach the sink. I trConsume you with utter contempt--I don't even glance at you as I crush your dignity under my soles. If you want to know what it feels like to be completely invisible and used like furniture, this clip is for you.