Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
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.
Two Mistresses. One human doormat.We lay him flat on the floor, ready to feel the full weight of our disdain. Wearing our flatheeled boots, we begin walking all over his body, slowly and deliberately, enjoying every groan, every strained breath. We step on his chest, his belly, and when he moans too loud? we sit right on his face, silencing him with our bodies. Then it starts again: more trampling, more pressure, watching him squirm under our soles. We turn him into a living rug. No mercy?just shared pleasure and total control.
Today I want to trample one of my slaves, but I wont limit myself to classic trampling on the body. In fact, I want to test the strength of his neck. My boots will literally leave him breathless!
ITALIAN SPEAKINGI have my slave in a very vulnerable position. With him on the floor and his cock in the cock table, he is going to experience pain and I will enjoy making him suffer. As I trample his cock with my designer stiletto heels, all he can do is beg for mercy. Not today? With piercing accuracy, I marmalize his tiny piece of manhood with my razor sharp Points Of Pain?
I have summoned my pony slave, but I will not ride him. I want to trample him because he has not satisfied me in riding the last few times, so I have to find a new role for him. Im satisfied with this first trampling training, we can continue in the future!
Here he is, our devoted slave. He waits half-naked for us to profit from him. And we please him. We make him lie at the foot of the sofa where we comfortably sit and we humiliate him by crushing him under our divine feet. Feet in our mouths, kicks in our faces, trampling, rubbing our soles in his face; nothing is missing from the repertoire. He gasps as he realises our fury. And we revel in it. A man reduced to a doormat, at our complete disposal. The scent of our sweaty feet will linger on him for a long time.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I?m with two of my mistress friends, and we wanted to test this slave?s pain threshold. He?s also flabby, so we decided to give him a good trampling to toughen him up a bit. To start, we dig our stiletto heels into him. Then we all take turns at standing and trying to balance on him. Not too easy with our rolly poly pet. It?s then time to really test him as we all stand on him with our full weight. His squeals of pain go unnoticed as we make him suffer under our beautiful Femdom Feet?
Four slaves, one purpose: to be our entertainment. My friend and I decided to push them further than ever before. Two of them lie down on the floor, becoming our human doormats as we stomped all over them, pressing our heels deep into their flesh without mercy. But the real show was for the other two. Standing atop the worthless worms beneath us, we relentlessly smashed the balls of the remaining two, kicking them with strenght and precision, laughing at their muffled cries. The more they writhed in pain, the more fun we had. In the end, four broken bodies, four humiliated souls, and us?fully satisfied with our absolute superiority.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGI trample my filthy slave. I have fishnet stockings on but my magnificent feet are barefoot. I crush him by hurting his head and belly. I know I hurt him. But it amuses me: a man reduced like this by my power is the height of pleasure for me. I know that whatever I impose on him he will do. He is under my domination.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday Im with some of my mistress friends, and we are all wearing beautiful designer stiletto shoes. Our slave is on the floor at the ready and we are going to enjoy making him suffer. We take turns at standing on his back, and with our full weight dig our stiletto heels into him, as the pain intensifies his squeals get louder and of course we make him suffer even more from our sharp Steel Heels
