It glistens my dress as well as my shoes to charm my little slave who follows my instructions and sucks on my heels. After a while I have her take off my shoes because I want to step on her with my bare feet on her back. She is really tiny and Im almost afraid of breaking her but she actually proves to be quite resistant… Her back creaks at first but then resists even better than my male slaves and as a reward I allow her to lick my feet.
After days of seclusion in a cage I go back to my puppy eager for his mistress. As soon as he sees me coming he immediately gets up on his knees and I offer him the chance to greet me by kissing and sucking the toe and heels of my black boots. I feel like a bit of trampling and I want to do it inside the cage, taking advantage of the opening on the top from which I drop. I land on the soft fat of his belly and start to leave deep marks with my stiletto heels: I squeeze and walk without ever remaining still amidst the screams of pain mixed with pleasure of the slave. I let him take off my boots, the pleasure of discovering my feet veiled in black nylon is immediately interrupted by the blows I inflict on him with my bare feet walking on him. I continue with prolonged facestanding while he sweats like a pig underneath, how disgusting… Now I abandon him again for a few days but this time I leave him my boots to keep him company, Im too caring?
ITALIAN SPEAKINGI know he has a boot fetish, and with my Mr. Flabby on his back on the floor I?m going to enjoy making him suffer for his fetish. I always give my slaves maximum punishment, and today I?m feeling a little sadistic. I light up a cigarette, and he?ll be used as my ashtray, while go to work on him with my beautiful leather designer stiletto heeled boots. As I dig in my heels, his squeals are music to my ears. I?m enjoying giving him a workout to help get rid of some of that flab on my bitch. I?m sure he?ll be a little lighter after being under my Heels & Ash?
A trip to the mountains, thats what I need to spend some well-deserved holidays. I go up with my car to a clearing where I can enjoy some rest but I almost run over someone… I get out of the car and find him there, lying in front of the hood, my slave never abandons me and he doesnt even leave me one moment to rest. At this point, however, I decide that he will not be run over by my car but by my wedges and by the weight of my body! I get on him, I crush him for good walking and hopping on his face until I get tired and then let him take me home, as he will now be my taxi driver.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I am in the company of a beautiful friend of mine.We decided to take a nice Sunday walk … on our slaves … ahahahahahThere are three of them, lying at our feet and ready to act as human doormats. We back and forth trampling them and sometimes pausing on their bodies to test their resistance. We want to take them out one after the other, and the former retires after my friend decides to take a walk on their heads.The other two are tenacious and even resist our jumps, which is why we decide to have two winners.To the first winner we destroy the face with kicks, to the second we send him to the mat kicking in the balls … they seem to me really two good prizes ahahahahahah
This is the Casting Clip of Scarlet. Its the first time ever this tall beautiful redhead famous italian Mistress shoot with us. At the end of the clip a very interesting short interview in which youll discover her feeling and impressions!
Two sadistic Mistresses and their sharp red heels, red like the marks they will leave on the body of this flaccid doormat. His t-shirt is also red but we make him take it off, we want to sink our heels into his flesh without obstacles. We step on him and sink the shots as he moans in vain, we both climb on him laughing as he begs for mercy. When he cant take it anymore we step down and admire the holes and marks we have left on his flesh.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I am in the company of two of my beautiful friends.Our slaves are lying on the ground, ready to receive our attention … what an honor it must be to be under the feet of three beautiful Mistresses. We trample them everywhere, without sparing their useless balls, and in turn we balance ourselves on their … doormat faces
My friend Gabriella and I have three insignificant doormats at our disposal today. We are very elegant in our nylons so what to do if not a nice parade on this human carpet? We start the walkway holding on to the bars, Gabriella walks on their heads while I walk on their flabby abdomens between the bars. Our walks shortly after will also include hopping and stomping between our sadistic laughter and their moans of pain, until we shut them up with our veiled feet over their mouths for the final facestanding.
My friend Gabriella and I are in the mountains for a holiday weekend and we have brought our personal doormat with us for moments of relaxation. Returning to the hut after a beautiful day outdoors we find him there, lying on our bed, relaxing by humming … It is simply unacceptable, we scold him immediately and he justifies himself by saying that he had nothing to do, well now we will immediately give him something to Do. Without even getting him out of bed, we get on him and start stepping on him and hitting him with our feet on his face and abdomen. We help each other by holding on to the ceiling beams and pushing with our arms we sink deeper and deeper into his flaccid flesh. It deforms under our weight, particularly when we climb on his face and on his neck until it almost disappears in the mattress: I really think he has learned his lesson and will think about it before relaxing again.