Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
We are five beautiful and sadistic Mistresses, and we all wear shoes, sandals and boots with very thin stiletto heels. With these heels, we will enjoy trampling and tormenting the chest and stomach of the slave lying at the foot of the bars. Taking turns or together, we enjoy climbing on his body, marking his skin. As he suffers, we laugh as his pain increases. The marks left by our heels and our terrible trampling are visible on his chest.
This slave is really a slacker, we find him lying on the floor warming his belly under the hot air of the air conditioner. He says he has done the cleaning, but unfortunately I immediately notice that the surfaces are still dusty. He has done nothing and when he tries to get up to leave, Lady Demonique and I block him to the floor with our heels, he deserves a good punishment. Now he will know suffering and feel the pain caused by our stiletto heels. We stomp him on his belly and chest, alone or together. Our red shoes and stilettos mark his skin. We give him no respite, when we are not on his body we enjoy stomping on his balls or piercing his nipples with our heels. When we are tired and begin to smell his sweat, we kick him off!
Join Lady Scarlet and me for an intense trampling session that leaves no desire unfulfilled! In this thrilling BDSM video, we dominate our obedient slave with pure feminine power. Barefoot, we use our slave as our carpet and we unleash our energy on his body, jumping ******fully on his chest and making him feel our dominance. Even his face becomes the playground for our beautiful feet. Do you think he can handle the weight of our perfect bodies?A must-watch for all fans of intense trampling and dominant eroticism!
Im at the Cruel Weekend party and Im by the pool with my friends and colleagues Mistresses. We have just had breakfast and now we want to have some fun, and we have a slave ready to be at our disposal. We call him to us and, after humiliating him, we order him to remove our shoes and sandals. After taking them off, he kisses and sniffs all our wonderful feet. After he has kissed my divine extremities, we order him to lie down at the bottom of the garden and take off his underpants because we want to trample him. We join him and humiliate him further when we notice his small, flaccid and useless cock. Then we start trampling him, taking turns to put him under our feet, jumping on his body and stomping on his chest with the soles of our feet. Before dismissing him, we trample his body in twos, in threes, then all together, and his body flattens under our combined weight…
We are in the pool of this beautiful villa for a private BDSM event. One slave is in the cage while the other is lying in front of it, ready to be slaughtered by our stiletto heels. We are positioned around them, some standing while others are sitting on the cage. We are all wearing stiletto heels and cant wait to sink them into the skin and flesh of the slave lying between us. Our shoes are all beautiful. I am wearing my Le Silla shoes, as is Nina. Demonique is wearing YSL shoes and the others are also wearing designer shoes. We begin to trample him, taking turns to sink our stiletto heels into his chest and stomach, leaving clear marks on his skin. With all our weight, we lash out at his defenceless body. After a few minutes, he begins to moan and beg for mercy, but we are not satisfied. The slave in the cage begins to feel fear, terrified at the thought that he could be next. We are tired of our doormats complaints, so we decide to increase his suffering. We all try to climb on top of his body and sink our heels into his flesh. Ten thin heels sink into his chest and stomach, some sinking under our weight, while others remain sadistically stuck and twisted in his skin. The image of the five of us standing on the slave is beautiful! His body is covered in marks and before sending him away, we order him to kiss all our shoes.
We are really enjoying ourselves with this slave. We kicked him, rode him and then dominated him, always using our riding boots. We are not entirely satisfied and would like to increase the level of our domination. To be more comfortable, I decided to change my boots and wear another type, made of rubber. He is already ready and lying at the foot of the sex bench, and we cant wait to start. We take turns climbing onto the structure and jumping on his chest and stomach. From a height of almost a metre, we start throwing ourselves and landing on his body with all our weight. I start, then Nina, and we continue alternating for several minutes. Then, placing our hands on the structure, we jump from a standing position onto his chest. We return to the top of the structure and resume jumping on him with increasing intensity, but we cant make him give in. We decide to increase his suffering, so I climb onto his chest and Nina onto his stomach. After a short period of jumping together on his body, he finally gives in and begs us for mercy. Satisfied, we sit on the structure, resting the soles of our boots on his head and chest in triumph……
Today, Amarena and I are not wearing high heels, but we are sure that our doormat will suffer a lot under us today. We are wearing our Texan boots, which have very hard heels and soles. The slave is waiting for us lying on his stomach, and we climb on his back and head with all our weight. It cant be easy for him to bear our soles and heels on his head. He suffers and complains, but we do not get off until we decide to turn him over and climb onto his chest. We do not spare any part of his body, we even trample on his balls and take turns enjoying ourselves on his head until he begs for mercy. When we get off his body, before leaving, we order him to kiss our boots….
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.
Im ready to welcome a friend, but first I have to call another one on the phone. While Im on my mobile, I feel like using my slave and trampling him with the sharp heels of my new Jimmy Choo sandals. I climb onto his stomach and my heels immediately disappear into his belly. While I talk to my friend, I dont move a millimetre. The pain caused by my Jimmy Choos is getting stronger and stronger, and this very fat doormat is finding it increasingly difficult to resist. After several minutes, while I continue my phone call, he begs me for mercy, but I have no intention of getting off. I move my heels a few centimetres and then start sinking them into his belly again with all my weight. His suffering is reaching its limit, he begs me to get off, but Im not satisfied yet. When I decide to give him a little respite, I step on his head with the soles of my sandals and all my weight. I climb back onto his chest and continue to trample him until the doorbell rings. My friend has arrived. Before going to open the door, I trample him a little more and enjoy piercing his stomach with the pointed heels of my sandals.
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.
