Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
This slave has a soft spot for stockings and heels. How many times have I trampled on it like this! But not today, I wont give him this satisfaction. Today only amphibians. And not a pair, but two. Trapped with his face in the face box, my very blonde friend and I will have fun crushing and trampling him just like a human floor. If necessary, a few licks of the soles, but otherwise it will be just a surface on which to place and sink our amphibians.
A doormat always at our disposal, this is what me and my friend Maya deserve today and this is waiting for us there on the floor. Our casual clothing, jeans and sneakers, can be deceiving at first sight but when we start stepping on him mercilessly our sadism comes out. We crush his face and head under our soles, the marks of the sneakers remain imprinted on his face, his nose is now flat and wide and his head deforms under our weight. I take off my shoes and the pleasant surprise of discovering the pantyhose under my jeans soon gives way to suffering when those same feet crush his face and mouth to take his breath away. Maya also takes off her shoes and lets him feel her sweaty socks. We stop to go for a drink but he stays there on the ground waiting, we are certainly not done with him yet?.
This fat man I find on the floor is already moaning, just at the sight of me approaching in my black leather stiletto boots. I climb onto him without hesitation and find myself sinking into his flabby flesh amidst his moans of pain. When the heels have left deep marks like holes on his body, I allow him to take off my boots. I want to feel his flesh and face deform under my bare feet as I stomp over him with heavy footsteps
An afternoon of trampling for 5 friends who meet at home in an informal way, with casual clothing and two mats at their disposal. With my friends we form a nice mixed group, different heights and weights, and different shoes. We stomp, walk, and leap on their abdomens, chests, and faces as the doormats try to suffer decorously in silence under our soles. We take off our shoes and continue barefoot until we are satisfied and leave them where we found them.
There is a young woman under my feet today, a tiny waiting for me lying on the floor belly down. I dont waste time and climb on her back even before taking off my heels to make her understand right away that it will be a difficult day for her? I let her take off my shoes and start trampling her back with my feet, only a thin layer of nylon separates me from her bones that I hear crunching under my weight. I continue mercilessly, she moans in pain but I silence her by pressing her face to the ground with a foot on the back of her neck.
I enter the room in My underwear and wearing the Wolfords that this jerk gave Me. He compliments Me on how beautiful I am and how good the tights fit Me. I reply that today I want to try them on him and he enthusiastically thinks that I intend to use him as a footrest. Yes, more or less… My concept of placing My feet on his face is different, at least today when I intend to crush him and flatten his face! And so, after having taken off the Casadei, I start a long facestanding interspersed with a few kicks always in the face… Now My feet are well printed on him! This is My way of reciprocating his gift…
Its cold here at this altitude in the mountains but luckily I always carry my human carpet with me. I have just parked the car but before starting the excursion I need to warm up and I will do it by stepping on my slave. He is waiting for me lying on the ground without a shirt, I dont care if hes cold, Im the one who has to warm up and in any case he will soon have something else to worry about. I step on him with my boots, the heels are heavy and sink into his flesh as I jump and wriggle to warm me up without even sparing his head. He suffers and I get warm and I continue like this until I feel ready and I let him kiss the soles before starting the walk.
Will this slave be suitable to make the carpet for our throne? We test it with our feet. We give it some stomps, some small kicks, but above all we go up its throat. It must have a good resistance to satisfy us, it must know how to dose its breath? In addition to supporting our weight, in fact, it will be its job to suck our toes to massage them and keep them hydrated? a multifunctional mat!
Me and a friend of mine, Gabriella, are getting ready for the video shoot and exchange make-up tips. We completely ignore the slave who acts as our floor? When we remember it, we trample it vigorously, having fun. I barefoot and Gabriella with sneakers, on the body and on the face. Then the bathroom door closes? Will he have survived?
I have a very particular outfit, I combined a nice dark one-piece swimsuit with fluorescent laces with a nice pair of white sneakers with fluorescent laces too. And it is with this clothing that I want to destroy my slave, who awaits me lying with his head fixed in a box ready to be crushed like a worm. I like getting on his face but even more crushing his throat: hearing the noises of suffering as he tries to breathe to survive … While I squeeze him I also take advantage of his tongue to get the soles of my sneakers cleaned, all while I continue to deform his face and crush his throat.
