Two Mistresses. One human doormat.We lay him flat on the floor, ready to feel the full weight of our disdain. Wearing our flatheeled boots, we begin walking all over his body, slowly and deliberately, enjoying every groan, every strained breath. We step on his chest, his belly, and when he moans too loud? we sit right on his face, silencing him with our bodies. Then it starts again: more trampling, more pressure, watching him squirm under our soles. We turn him into a living rug. No mercy?just shared pleasure and total control.
