You are my piece of furniture, at this moment, you do not exist as a human being, but only as my object, serving me and ensuring my comfort. Don’t you dare move while I set my coffee cup down on your back. When I sit down in a moment to read a book, you’ll bear my weight without making a sound, yet I can feel a slight tremor beneath me. Your reward is my goodwill and your absolute devotion to your mistress.