Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
ENGLISH SPEAKING CUSTOM REQUESTId like you to be standing up the whole time while hes on the floor grovelling atyour feet. Id like there to be plenty of foot worship (with your birks still on) andcould you please have the camera zoom in while hes worshipping your feet. Alongwith this, could you please include some trampling, stOmping, etc. To finish off thevideo, Id love it if you could step on his neck and apply pressure.
Ultra-short miniskirts, sky-high heels, and shiny red soles.My friend and I stand tall on our human rug, a slave stretched out on the floor, squirming under our feet.Every step, every press of the heel, crushes what little pride he has left.We say nothing. We just walk? and enjoy.In the cage beside us, another worm watches helplessly, dreaming of being the one beneath us.We laugh. We dominate.Two Goddesses above, two worms below. This is their place.
ENGLISH SPEAKING Today I dressed as a horsewoman, shiny black boots, tight pants. But it is not with a horse that I spend my time. A beast yes, that animal of my slave. I make him lie bare-chested and begin to climb on his stomach and belly. I have boots with razor-sharp heels, which I bought especially for him. Every time I climb on him a red hole appears in his flesh. Each time I insist a few moments longer, stay on him and hurt him more, so that the hole deepens. He groans in pain, the poor man. But he accepts it all. I jump on him, put both feet together with my heels hurting him, look for his weak points, the most delicate ones. I crush his head also. I slaughter him. My dominant figure towers over him and reduces him to a sore mat. Maybe he cries,but I dont care. He learns that he belongs to me, only to me, and that I do with him what I want.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy shoes today are an object: look at the metal, silvery heels. Now look at him, my most faithful slave. Here he is ready, with his soft flab that serves no other purpose. I climb on him with ease. I pierce him where I please. Straight on him, incurable of his labored breathing and moans, I stroke my hair. Then I get off , deluding him that its over, but instead I spring back up, arrogant as I am, a little bitchy even. I ravage him: look what Ive reduced him to at the end. A gruyere. A map of red marks and holes. A being devoid of any will ,a piece of meat at my disposal
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy shoes today are an object: look at the metal, silvery heels. Now look at him, my most faithful slave. Here he is ready, with his soft flab that serves no other purpose. I climb on him with ease. I pierce him where I please. Straight on him, incurable of his labored breathing and moans, I stroke my hair. Then I get off , deluding him that its over, but instead I spring back up, arrogant as I am, a little bitchy even. I ravage him: look what Ive reduced him to at the end. A gruyere. A map of red marks and holes. A being devoid of any will ,a piece of meat at my disposal
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I?m wearing a beautiful pair of black designer thigh length boots. I?m going to enjoy making my slave suffer under some severe pressure. I?ll focus on his neck and chest. Using my full weight, I dig my stiletto heels deep into his chest making it difficult for him to breathe. Also, applying maximum pressure on his throat to give him some serious Neck Pain?
ITALIAN SPEAKINGHis cock at my total disposal. He is unable to do anything. Thecock pokes out of the hole in the trample box. I step on it,II rub it,arouse it. First under his shoes and then under his socks. I set the pace. I decideI when he has to come. He is mine, body and soul. When I have had enough I speed up.He goes crazy, loses what little control over his cock he may have been deluding himselfhe had. He cum on command. Then he licks my foot, the sock soaked with his cum.Poor prick: he is mine alone, forever.
Delicious tool, no? We three mistresses immobilised the slave under this trample box. The head, his ass face, pokes out of the hole provided. The body is at our disposal, the cock awaits our punishment. But it is above all the face that is our goal. We crush his face and bury it under our divine feet, we rub them in turn while he licks them, we even jump on them. I put them on him so that he cannot breathe. We do it without regard, very hard, beating him up. A massacre. In the meantime, however, we dont neglect the rest: one of us takes turns arousing him or stepping on his useless cock, stomping on it, using it as a punching ball. We give him no respite. He is a worm to be trampled on by crushing him, nothing more.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I have my slave in for some training. I want to measure her height against me. Also, she has to obey my instructions as I give her a good bit of training. Some trampling, lift and carry, along with some ass sniffing. It?s great fun as I pleasure myself with some Tiny Pet Control?
Delicious tool, no? We three mistresses immobilised the slave under this trample box. The head, his ass face, pokes out of the hole provided. The body is at our disposal, the cock awaits our punishment. But it is above all the face that is our goal. We crush his face and bury it under our divine feet, we rub them in turn while he licks them, we even jump on them. I put them on him so that he cannot breathe. We do it without regard, very hard, beating him up. A massacre. In the meantime, however, we dont neglect the rest: one of us takes turns arousing him or stepping on his useless cock, stomping on it, using it as a punching ball. We give him no respite. He is a worm to be trampled on by crushing him, nothing more.
