This is a continuation from the previous 4 clips which were filmed with the amazing and sadistic Lady Scarlet. The following clips you see below.- Lady Scarlet – Your Face is my Boot Rest- Lady Scarlet – Your Hands and Fingers Belong Beneath my Boots- Lady Scarlet – Ignored CBT Bootrest with Cumshot- Lady Scarlet – Your Tongue Belongs to my Dirty SolesAs you are aware the slave is already absolutely knackered, but The Mistress has one more idea in mind for him. She didnt trample him using her high heels and this is what is about to happen. Basically he is just a new carpet for her and she wants to enjoy leaving some nice and beautiful heel marks on his body. The slave is suffering a lot in this clip, but Lady Scarlet is enjoying the trampling so much. He is holding her boots in an attempt to prevent her from digging her sharp high heels into his body, but it doesnt help him at all. Lady Scarlet just keeps going, not showing him any mercy. She is a very sadistic Goddess. Honestly she spent most of the time during the clip on his vulnerable and skinny body trampling his front, his back for only two minutes and a little bit of his balls. The slave is in a lot of pain, moaning and nearly crying at some point. You can see he is struggling a lot to cope with the pain. Well thats unfortunate for him, but such a pleasure for Lady Scarlet.You know by now the sadistic and cruel style of Lady Scarlet, so enjoy this amazing trampling.
Im returning to the dungeon with 4 friends for a party with some slaves when we see a familiar face on the ground in an alley… Its a slave who was waiting for us and in doing so he fell resting on the floor like a bum, disgusting… We leave him on the ground where he deserves to be and we start making him taste our sharp heels: shoes, ankle boots, leather boots, all with high and sharp heels that in turn stick into the flesh of this flaccid slave. His screams increase as well as the red marks but not satisfied we make him lie down on an iron grate and we start trampling him again while his back breaks under our weight.
If you have seen the previous video then you will know that because of this useless slave my friend Dula and I will have to prepare lunch on our own and we at least want to make ourselves comfortable to do it. The slave seems to have understood the lesson and brings us something comfortable: he first takes off my boots and puts some slippers on my feet and then switches to Dulas sneakers which he replaces with comfortable flip flops. Before we get to work we have to decide what to do with him and in fact we notice that a mat is missing in the kitchen… We leave him there in the center and start preparing a some pasta by passing over and over him as if he didnt exist, as if he were an inanimate piece of furniture. Nonetheless, we never miss an opportunity to vent our sadism, like when I climb onto Dulas shoulders to open the window and the poor doormat has to bear the weight of both of us. In a few minutes the pasta is ready and we sit on him to eat it as if to show him that after all it didnt take that long to prepare this dish…
This long, skinny doormat has been in chastity for? I used the date as the lock combination. He cant take it anymore, hes very excited and his cock pushes into the cage. But freedom has to be earned… And today Im in the mood to torment and excite him with some trampling. Barefoot I trample him and tease him. My minimal outfit, my sensual manner and my touches to the genitals will rev him up. They will excite me too, so much so that I will get on his head (my favorite part when trampling) and finish by crushing that thin body with him begging for mercy more than once.
Its time for lunch and with my friend Dula I head towards the kitchen where we had left a slave to prepare food for us. Once in the kitchen, however, we find him sitting on the counter messing around and all he offers us to eat are an orange and a banana… After a few seconds this do-nothing finds himself on the floor amidst our screams and slaps: he really deserves an exemplary punishment and we therefore decide to trample on him with all the sadism we have. We dont even have time to undress him, we have little interest in seeing the signs of trampling, we just want to punish him painfully and so he quickly finds himself under Dulas sneakers and my Casadei boots, which crush him simultaneously and everywhere, in particular his head and face in order to cover his mouth so as not to hear his pathetic excuses anymore. Now that we have punished him well, however, we have an even bigger appetite and at this point it will be our turn to cook: we send him to get us some slippers to get comfortable and start preparing food.
What matters to me is trampling. Having a man underneath me and crushing him with all my weight. It doesnt matter what shoes, it doesnt matter what clothing, the important thing is to dominate him. If he then gives me a good excuse to get angry, the motivation is even stronger…Today Im wearing jeans, a blouse and clogs: casual attire for a girl who could be the girl next door. How many of you havent fantasized at least once in your life about being dominated by your beautiful neighbor? Well, by watching this video you can easily identify with the doormat that is under me and that suffers the power of my clogs.
I come back home and find my doormat lying on the floor waiting for me. He knows I demand that kind of welcome. My boots are all dirty coming in from outside, and stepping on him you can see footprints on the shirt. I keep my hands in my pockets, its cool in here… I realize that the idiot hasnt lit the fireplace! Now Ill have to warm up, and under the circumstances the best way is to intensify the trampling. I crush his belly, chest, genitals, face and stomp him. I also make him lick my soles while Im on him. I order him to immediately light the fireplace while I go to change, but to make it more painful for him, I step on his hands thoroughly before walking away…
Two irresistible Goddesses, two statuesque bodies completely veiled in black nylon and resting on sharp stiletto heels? This human mat has no chance of resisting us and in fact we climb onto him at the same time enjoying his pain. We trample him repeatedly, we pierce his flesh until he begs for mercy and we bend down to admire the marks we have left.
Its time to use him as a real doormat by stepping on him and cleaning our boots on him. His white t-shirt will turn brown and we will order him to take it off and use it as a finishing rag. Will it do a good cleaning job?
Italian cliptogether with my amazing colleague Lady Scarlet we have this slave locked in the cage, he will be trampled mercilessly.We will start with the body also together, we will not spare a millimeter of his body and he will have to be crushed everywhere, we will go so far as to crush his tongue, his hands and we will crush his face in the middle of our boots as if he were a sandwich.We will go on a lot and stop only when he is exhausted.