Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
I walk across his body without hesitation, my boots digging into his skin with each step. His chest, stomach, and legs are crushed beneath my feet as I assert my dominance. He is nothing but a surface for me to walk on, ****** to endure my weight and power.
Today Im at a very special party with my three colleagues.The mood is high, the energy perfect were in the mood to have fun, and theres a slave just waiting to be put to the test. We certainly wont hold back.But what Im most curious about is seeing Daria Domina step in for the first time.Ive never seen her use her curvy, commanding body on a slave before, and Im genuinely intrigued to see the impact. Her presence is naturally authoritative, and I cant wait to see how long the slave can actually endure her.
I walk all over my slave in heavy footwear, pressing every inch of my sole deep into his weak body. The sound of my shoes hitting his ribs is music to my ears. He lies there beneath me on the hard floor, taking it all, as he should. My boots are made for tramplingand he was made to be trampled.
I walk across my slave with no care, each step pressing my shoes deeply into his body. He lies on the hard floor beneath me, his chest and limbs flattened by my weight. Every step I take is a reminder of my dominance. He can only endure, serving as my personal rug for me to walk on.
With each step, I press my boots deeply into his body, walking over him without mercy. His helplessness beneath me fuels my dominance, as I remind him of his place under my feet. He becomes nothing more than a path for me to walk on, enduring my weight with each crushing move.
With every step I take, my shoes press into his body, making him feel the full weight of my control. I walk over him slowly and deliberately, reminding him of his place beneath me. My shoes crush him into the floor as I take pleasure in his helplessness. He is nothing but a surface for me to walk on, and I make sure he knows it.
With every step I take, his body is flattened under my feet. He lies helpless, unable to escape my weight as I walk on him, taking pleasure in his submission. I use him as my personal rug, my feet pressing into him with unrelenting ******. He has no choice but to endure my dominance.
He lies still beneath me, just where he belongs. I walk over his chest, stomach, and limbs with purposeeach step reminding him that Im in control. My weight presses down on him as I use his body like a path, indifferent to his struggle. This is my pleasurepure and simple.
I walk with authority, each step on his body asserting my control. My shoes press into his chest and limbs, making him feel every ounce of my weight. He lies still, enduring the pressure as I walk all over him without hesitation. He is just a surface for me to walk on, and I am his dominant ******.
I step over him with authority, using his body as my personal path. Each footstep crushes him further into the floor, reminding him of his place beneath me. His chest, stomach, and limbs are just a surface for me to walk onhe endures each step because he belongs to me, Goddess Djerdlid.
