Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
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.
The slave is lay on the floor at the foot of the couch as Sophie steps up on the couch and steps down from the couch onto her slave she also jumps down from the couch onto him, this girl is trampling all over his body and uses the couch to do so, her slave is stepped on many times and jumped on lots of times by Sophie.
With each step I take, his body is ****** deeper into the floor, my full weight pressing down on him. He is nothing but a surface for me to walk on. I take pleasure in the power I hold, knowing he has no choice but to submit and endure the crushing pressure beneath my feet.
My slave lies helpless beneath me as I walk across his body, my shoes pressing down hard with each step. His body is my path, and I am in full control. He has no choice but to submit to my weight, crushed underfoot, enduring each step as I move over him.
With each step I take, his body is ****** deeper into the floor. My boots press into him, leaving no room for escape. He lies there beneath me, enduring every ounce of my weight as I walk over him without mercy. His body serves as my path, and his submission is my pleasure.
