ENGLISH SPEAKINGToday I imprisoned my slave in the trample box. His useless cock sticks out of the hole, helpless, exposed to my every whim. I am sadistic. Already seeing him reduced to my merchandise like this excites me. I savour his fear. I make him wait. Then with my heel I begin to play with his cock. I like it because it is as if the rest of his body did not exist: only cock. And a cock that he can no longer move at will. It is mine. A cock that surges even more. I drive him almost to exhaustion. Then I put my heel down and crush it. The pressure of my foot is enough and the prick comes moaning with pain mixed with pleasure. He is my toy. My heel crushes his head cock until he comes.
