Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
Lady Adriana: Ill crush his face beneath my bare feet.Hes applied to be my new carpet, and he still hasnt had enough. He wants to be trampled and crushed beneath my feet. He can have it. My bare, sexy feet are ready to inaugurate a new carpet. Ill stand on his face with both feet and a full mop and enjoy how he suffers. Ill spit on him, and as a thank you, he can even lick the soles of my feet. Then hell be a cross between a carpet and a doormat for me 🙂
I step firmly across his body, with each footfall rein****** my control. His body lies beneath mine, helpless as I trample him with no mercy. I enjoy the weight of my steps on his flesh, each one reminding him of his place under my feet. He has no choice but to submit.
Lolah and Maria came to the field to meditate. They took their fat slave tammy with them. But they could not concentrate on meditation because it was more fun for them to humiliate this slave. They jumped on her and her ass served as a trampoline. From time to time they stood near her face and tammy had to worship Lolah and Marias feet. Sometimes they jumped on her with a run. tammy is a strong slave and she holds the girls weights perfectly.
I walk on my slave, with every step reminding him of his place beneath me. His body, flat on the floor, takes the full weight of my shoes. I press down deliberately, walking over him with no regard for his comfort. He is nothing but a path for me to walk on, crushed underfoot.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I have my slave in for some training. I want to measure her height against me. Also, she has to obey my instructions as I give her a good bit of training. Some trampling, lift and carry, along with some ass sniffing. It?s great fun as I pleasure myself with some Tiny Pet Control?
My slave lies flat on the hard floor, offering his body as my personal path. I walk all over him with no hesitation, treating him like nothing more than a rug. My full weight presses into his chest, stomach, and thighs with each step. His pain is my pleasure. I dont pause. I dont speak. I just walkand he endures it, because he has no choice beneath Goddess Djerdlid.
Delicious tool, no? We three mistresses immobilised the slave under this trample box. The head, his ass face, pokes out of the hole provided. The body is at our disposal, the cock awaits our punishment. But it is above all the face that is our goal. We crush his face and bury it under our divine feet, we rub them in turn while he licks them, we even jump on them. I put them on him so that he cannot breathe. We do it without regard, very hard, beating him up. A massacre. In the meantime, however, we dont neglect the rest: one of us takes turns arousing him or stepping on his useless cock, stomping on it, using it as a punching ball. We give him no respite. He is a worm to be trampled on by crushing him, nothing more.
With each step, I walk across his body, my boots pressing deeply into him. He lies there, helpless and obedient beneath my feet, enduring every ounce of my weight. His submission is mine to control, and I take pleasure in using him as my path with no mercy.
I walk across his body, each step a reminder of my complete control over him. My weight presses down on his chest, legs, and stomach as I use him for my own pleasure. He can do nothing but endure as I crush him beneath my feethis body is nothing but my path to walk.
I walk across his body, each step heavier than the last. Hes nothing more than a surface for my feet to tread upon. His chest, his stomach, his legsall of him is at my mercy as I use him for my enjoyment. My weight presses down relentlessly, and he is ****** to endure my dominance with every step I take.
