Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
I walk with absolute control, using his body as nothing more than a surface beneath my boots. His chest and limbs take my full weight as I move across him, reminding him of his place beneath my feet. He is my human carpet, ****** to endure each crushing step I take.
This slaves hands are going to suffer a lot today – not only am I going to trample them under the hard soles of my riding boots – but on top of that, the boots are really dirty and the dirt will act like sandpaper on his skin as I walk over his hands and grind my boots on them. He really struggles to deal with the pain my full body weight causes his fragile fingers and weak hands – and with the pain the dirt causes his skin – and the with the fear of his fingers actually being damaged for a long time by the hard boot soles. But for me its a lot of fun … I enjoy hearing his screams of pain and seeing the feat in his eyes. Lets see how long it takes to get my boots nicely clean again!
ENGLISH SPEAKING Today I dressed as a horsewoman, shiny black boots, tight pants. But it is not with a horse that I spend my time. A beast yes, that animal of my slave. I make him lie bare-chested and begin to climb on his stomach and belly. I have boots with razor-sharp heels, which I bought especially for him. Every time I climb on him a red hole appears in his flesh. Each time I insist a few moments longer, stay on him and hurt him more, so that the hole deepens. He groans in pain, the poor man. But he accepts it all. I jump on him, put both feet together with my heels hurting him, look for his weak points, the most delicate ones. I crush his head also. I slaughter him. My dominant figure towers over him and reduces him to a sore mat. Maybe he cries,but I dont care. He learns that he belongs to me, only to me, and that I do with him what I want.
In this clip I walk all over my slaves body in boots, pressing him down under my full weight. He lies on the floor while I step on his chest, stomach, and body again and again. The sound of my boots and the sight of him being treated like a human carpet make this session intense and merciless. Pure domination and control through trampling.
The slave is waiting for us lying in the middle of the studio, wearing a mask and black boxer shorts. We join him dressed in riding clothes and boots. We will crush him under the soles of our boots with all our weight. We take turns and simultaneously trample his body without mercy. While one tramples him, the other rests her soles on his face to make him worship them. The most fun is when we trample him together; he really struggles to bear our weight. Our trampling gives him no respite until we realize that he is truly at the limit of his strength and decide to leave him in pain on the floor.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I?m wearing a beautiful pair of black designer thigh length boots. I?m going to enjoy making my slave suffer under some severe pressure. I?ll focus on his neck and chest. Using my full weight, I dig my stiletto heels deep into his chest making it difficult for him to breathe. Also, applying maximum pressure on his throat to give him some serious Neck Pain?
Wearing my sturdy shoes, I walk across his chest and stomach without mercy. The hard soles grind into his skin as I treat him like nothing more than a floor under my dominant weight. He stays still, knowing this is his purposeto be beneath me while I trample him in my everyday footwear.
I walk over my slave, my boots pressing down firmly as his body lies helpless beneath me. Each step ****** him deeper into the floor, reminding him of his place under my soles. He is my human carpet, ****** to endure every crushing step I take with no escape.
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.
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.
