Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
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.
This slave proposed to be my doormat. But it seems so small and weak to me! I decide to test him anyway and prepare him lying in front of my throne. I am somewhat perplexed given his frailty. I slap him with my feet, body and genitals. Then I get up and step on him. Already complains! Then I go up with all my weight but he holds me for a few seconds. This slave is really scarce! Disrespected, I start slapping him with my feet from head to balls, press them against his face, rub my soles firmly and step on him to make him suffer. When I have vented I chase him away and he rolls exhausted. He begs me to go back to my feet but I refuse him, telling him that if I ever want to use him again it will be for other tasks, certainly not as a doormat.
I want to test my new female slave in trampling, and she wants to do anything to please me and satisfy her new Mistress. In front of the cross, she lying on the ground, I step barefoot on her belly over and over again. I stay on her, I crush her, I make her scream and I put her in difficulty with her breathing (you can clearly hear her trying to control her breathing to be able to resist more and to be able to breathe). Concentrating on her belly, she suddenly tells me that she needs to pee. I scold her for not dirtying the carpet and she replies that she would never do that. I like this very natural and spontaneous situation… After placing an absorbent pad under her bottom, I step on her belly and press with all my weight to make her pee come out.
After a while I see a friend of mine and we both wear pantyhose. The slave greets us and since I feel better than usual I allow him to kiss my feet. ButÂ… I feel somethingÂ… the asshole pulled a thread on my socks and broke them. You cant be more good, you always have to be ruthless. My friend and I are now going to teach him a good lesson, trampling him mercilessly!
My beautiful girlfriends and Me enjoy trampling, mocking and testing the resistance of this skinny carpet with our heels. Which of us will be the cruellest? Will that pitted carpet pass the test?
My friend Gabriella and I are continuing the punishment of the pervert who thought to take us into the woods and take advantage of us… After leaving him on the ground in mud and snow, now is the time to let him feel our weight, we place him near the barbecue wall and in turn we go up and we let ourselves fall on his abdomen. The wall is high enough and our boots have a nice hard sole – every jump is a powerful blow for this creep who moans in pain and begs for mercy. But instead of stopping we use the wall as a support to walk and jump on him until, tired, we decide that now he will have to use that same barbecue to prepare our food.
ITALIAN LANGUAGEToday I decided to step on this doormat from another perspective and with greater difficulty for him but also for me in terms of balance: the head will not be resting on the floor but on a step, therefore with the neck bent. He greets me and you notice the look of love for his Mistress. My answer is to give him a blow to the genitals with the shoe. Then I step on him and you can see how the heels sink into the flesh. I take them off and with bare feet I now step on his face too. Conclusion: no matter how and where, the important thing is to trample!
ITALIAN LANGUAGEMy friend Gabriella and I are walking in the snowy forest with the owner of the hut that hosts us. He was kind to show us around but as soon as we reach a more isolated place he reaches out and tries to touch us: this lousy pervert has just got the wrong idea and hoped to take us to a place where he can do everything. And in fact now we will do everything but not what he hoped for! We immediately knock him down and step on him and hit him with our muddy boots, we dirty all his clothes and even his face making him eat the mud. To make sure we refresh his ideas well, we also take him to the snow and we start stepping on him to jump on him while he tries to resist in vain: as we crush our boots on his throat he tries to apologize and beg for mercy proving that he has learned his lesson.
My friends Cleo and Gea went straight to the point and I find them already standing on my doormat. So much they desired to step on him that they didnt even wait for me! I find them with their feet veiled in black stockings walking on the abdomen and on the face of my doormat, wondering how much he will ever last. But my slave is well trained and withstands their weight while he has his head blocked in a face-box. I also add myself to the mix, barefoot, tan stockings, I walk on his hands first, then his balls, abdomen and finally I get to the face that we literally make disappear under four feet… The slave suffers but thanks us and we continue having fun…
The holidays have arrived and with them the cold. Maya and I have the Santa Claus doormat at our feet and it occurs to me that to warm up we could jump on him. Maya is thrilled and has never tried. I show her how to do it by taking a good momentum from the sofa and landing on him with all the weight. Female collaboration is important and in fact we hold each others hands. Maya also tries to jump on him. She is amazed at how much momentum in the air I can take and so I decide to show her the jumps on his head too. Now we have warmed up…
