Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
I walk across my slave with no care, each step pressing my shoes deeply into his body. He lies on the hard floor beneath me, his chest and limbs flattened by my weight. Every step I take is a reminder of my dominance. He can only endure, serving as my personal rug for me to walk on.
With each step, I press my boots deeply into his body, walking over him without mercy. His helplessness beneath me fuels my dominance, as I remind him of his place under my feet. He becomes nothing more than a path for me to walk on, enduring my weight with each crushing move.
With every step I take, my shoes press into his body, making him feel the full weight of my control. I walk over him slowly and deliberately, reminding him of his place beneath me. My shoes crush him into the floor as I take pleasure in his helplessness. He is nothing but a surface for me to walk on, and I make sure he knows it.
With every step I take, his body is flattened under my feet. He lies helpless, unable to escape my weight as I walk on him, taking pleasure in his submission. I use him as my personal rug, my feet pressing into him with unrelenting ******. He has no choice but to endure my dominance.
He lies still beneath me, just where he belongs. I walk over his chest, stomach, and limbs with purposeeach step reminding him that Im in control. My weight presses down on him as I use his body like a path, indifferent to his struggle. This is my pleasurepure and simple.
I walk with authority, each step on his body asserting my control. My shoes press into his chest and limbs, making him feel every ounce of my weight. He lies still, enduring the pressure as I walk all over him without hesitation. He is just a surface for me to walk on, and I am his dominant ******.
I step over him with authority, using his body as my personal path. Each footstep crushes him further into the floor, reminding him of his place beneath me. His chest, stomach, and limbs are just a surface for me to walk onhe endures each step because he belongs to me, Goddess Djerdlid.
I walk across his body, making him feel every ounce of my power. His chest, stomach, and limbs are nothing more than a surface for me to walk on. With each step, I assert my dominance, using him for my pleasure. He is powerless beneath my feet, completely at my mercy.
I walk slowly and deliberately across my slaves body, showing no hesitation as I trample him from head to toe. Each step is a display of my dominance, my power, and his place beneath me. Whether its my bare feet, heels, or bootshes just a floor for me to enjoy.
You cant imagine how much my feet sweat in these heavy Dr. Martens boots … but you dont have to imagine … youll get to know soon enough! But first, Ill use these brutal boots to trample your face, leaving behind deep marks all over it, making you endure the unimaginable pain that they cause you. Do you like the thought of wearing my boot tread all over your face for the next couple of days? Take a close look at it, just before the tread comes down onto your face! This tread always provides perfect grip – on muddy ground as well as on your face! When I think that your face has been properly marked, Ill take them off – revealing my sweat-soaked socks and then the face trampling will continue. Then youll not only have to endure the pain of my full body weight crushing your face, but youll also have to endure the rancid smell of these stinky socks. And since you love being my doormat so much, Ill take off these socks in the end, put them on your nose and put the heavy boots on top of them … so youll get to enjoy this smell a little longer!
