Today, Amarena and I are not wearing high heels, but we are sure that our doormat will suffer a lot under us today. We are wearing our Texan boots, which have very hard heels and soles. The slave is waiting for us lying on his stomach, and we climb on his back and head with all our weight. It cant be easy for him to bear our soles and heels on his head. He suffers and complains, but we do not get off until we decide to turn him over and climb onto his chest. We do not spare any part of his body, we even trample on his balls and take turns enjoying ourselves on his head until he begs for mercy. When we get off his body, before leaving, we order him to kiss our boots….
