Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
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.
CUSTOM REQUESTI would like a video where you use me as a doormat, show me your deadliest heels and then weigh yourself.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy slave disobeyed, did not eat all my chocolate as he has to doevery day. Here is the punishment: at my feet, indeed under my feet. Trampled by thesharp heels of my beautiful boots. I play with them. I climb up and down as if it were aslip-on. Then I stop and start piercing him with my heels: chest, belly, nipples.I spare nothing of him. I dont give a damn about his moans. And when he is wellpierced that he looks like a gruyere, I turn him over on his stomach, and begin thetreatment on that side as well. He cannot evade or dodge. The heel is likea nail, and his skin is made to be pierced. By me, who is her absolute mistress.
I am with my friend Mistress Ludovica Luxury, and we are having fun trampling on one of our slaves. We decide to trample him barefoot, with all our weight. We take turns with each other, and the slave was really lucky to be in contact with our feet!
ITALIAN SPEAKINGThe slave trampled at my pleasure. Today gymnastics on my slave used as a mat. ?puny , I know. But I dont give a damn. I climb on it barefoot and begin to moveon his body the way I like. One foot I stick in his mouth. With the other I touch his already straight cockand aroused. But it is on his neck that I enjoy insisting. How long does it last? Just long enough for him tounderstand who is in charge. He endures everything. He knows he has no more options.
There?s nothing more satisfying than stepping all over a human doormat. My friend and I indulge in the pleasure of digging the sharp heels of our boots into the body of a useless slave, who can do nothing but endure in silence. We crush him mercilessly, ignoring his pathetic pleas, savoring every gasp of pain. When we finally decide to stop, we burst into laughter at the sight of his battered body?an artwork of cruelty, imprinted with the marks of our soles and the perfect circles of our heels.
