Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy friends and I are still relaxing on the terrace. We want to continue having fun trampling a slave while having an aperitif. The slave screams and writhes, but we have no mercy on him, we continue to focus on him without giving him a chance, and without using the other slave.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy friend and I both wear Dr Martens. It was a coincidence, we hadnt agreed on how to dress. So we take advantage of this to trample on our slaves. To do painful trampling you dont need heels, but Dr Martens with their very hard soles can also be effective. Judging by the moans and the marks left, our idea was right!
I am at my slaves house, he has invited me to lunch. I am dressed sporty but still chic: blue shirt, black denim skirt, opaque designed tights and my beautiful converse shoes. The slave is waiting for me lying at the foot of the bed with my face and head ready to be masked. My feet, my tights and my trainers leave him no respite, they are always on his face! I use it as a foot bed, I stand on it, I use it as a landing base with my jumps out of bed first with my shoes on and then without. I love to stand with all my weight on his nose and face and I absolutely love jumping and kicking his face. Hes been good and undergone all this to give me pleasure and as a reward at the end I allow him to kiss my veiled feet.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy friend Mistress and I want to have fun trampling a slave. But we wont use heels to do this. We are in sports gear and will trample it with sneakers. To inflict pain, stiletto heels are not necessary, our sneakers can suffice. We are more comfortable, and the slave suffers more!
My partner Nina and I snuck into our professors office. We are snooping around on his computer when he comes in and catches us red-handed. We dont care that he has caught us, he is nothing to us. He gets angry when he sees us and throws the F grade from the last exam in our faces over and over again. We scoff and tease him; we tell him that he always looks at our legs and that we dont give a damn about the bad grade he gave us. An argument develops and we start insulting and bullying him by repeatedly kicking his ass. We throw him to the ground and start putting him under our feet, or rather under the dirty soles of our Converse. We climb on him, I position myself on his little balls while Nina stands on his empty head. We step on him, we jump and he keeps threatening to eject us but he cant get up and get out from under our shoes. We take turns standing over him as we slam our soles into his face kicking him. We humiliate and derive him again as we climb on top of him with all our weight on his head. He also kicks the floor twice. The kicks and stomps hit him everywhere: balls, belly, chest and head! The phone rings, he wants to answer it but cant get up, we give him no respite…. We turn him over and stomp on his back. Before continuing to punish him we sit on the desk and make him take off his converse so that he can smell the terrible stench of our feet. But now comes the second part of the treatment………….
We are still with this loser of a professor. Sitting down we take off our trainers and as soon as he takes them off we immediately smell the awful stench of our sweaty feet in these sweaty socks. He doesnt stop moaning and the more he does it, the more we rage at him. We keep shoving our feet in his face and trampling him at the same time. Poor guy, the floor is hard and he asks us for a pillow. As soon as he puts it under his head this becomes our favourite spot to stomp on! We take turns on his face, his balls and his belly. We love standing on his dick face and his empty head and we dont stop insulting him. He cant get up off the floor. He is such an imbecile and inept. He threatens to get us expelled but we keep bullying him. As I stomp and kick his belly and Nina stomps on his head, the headmaster enters! Surprised by the scene and the treatment the teacher has suffered, he decides to promote us at the end of the year and fire the loser under our feet! Its really true: what goes around comes around!!! And as if that were not enough, we continue to insult him even after the headmaster has left.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy slave made me a lousy coffee, so he?s on the floor to be punished. While I make a coffee myself, my bitch is going to suffer under my beautiful feet. He?s going to receive a good trampling. As I enjoy my coffee, I place my full weight on his head and face, also his cock and balls. All he can do is squeal, as pile on the pressure. I also decide to have a cigarette, and I use him as my human ashtray. I want him to understand that when I order him to make me a coffee, it must be perfect. Otherwise he?ll remain my Kitchen Toy.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy friends and I are relaxing on the terrace, after ordering our slave to clean the house. However, the idiot secretly sat on the terrace, doing nothing. We cannot tolerate this affront, so we decide to trample on it with our heels. To let off steam better we also use another slave whose cock we trample. Never disobey the orders of the Mistresses, they might get angry!
The Slave has been bound in the prison since last night. Zara and I have reached him and from inside we show our veiled feet that will soon trample him all over his body. He is waiting for us on the bed, his hands locked in the gibbet, and he knows that several minutes of great suffering are coming for him without being able to resist. We get on the bed and start trampling him together! I love stepping on his face, it gives me a wonderful feeling to have his face and nose under my feet with all my weight. We have fun, we stomp all over him, I kick him in the face and to increase our satisfaction we start jumping on him. As I stomp on his face, Zara jumps on his balls. When his moans start to get louder we stop and abandon him to his fate. Who knows what suffering he will have to endure next.
ENGLISH SPEAKINGI really enjoy a good little workout, and I can make good use of a slave at the same time. I have him on the floor, and I?m going to use him as my mat. I also have my trapeze to hand, and can use it to assist the weight pressure that I apply on him. He squeals as I shift my weight while giving him a good trampling. I wanted to see if he could last ten minutes under my beautiful feet. He?s such a wimp, and begins to crumble under my painful Power Standing?
