Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
CUSTOM REQUEST – There been a few Converse All Stars trampling you done so far. I wondered if you can do a video of trampling in black or red high top converse too when you leave the imprints of your All Stars on face and on his body and also before doing it, do a little HUMILIATING SELF-DEFENCE showing kicks and grounded humiliation on your victim. I would like to see the action up close often.
Elegant and cruel model Kamilia tramples the slave in her sexy pink sneakers and barefoot with her full weight (56kg / 123lbs). She stomps his stomach and chest, flattens and squeezes his lips with rough soles of her pink sneakers. Kamilia loves to dominate Alex with her weight and poses on him like on catwalk. She stands on him with both feet, only with one foot and even with one foot and on tiptoes simultaneously! Such beauty and cruelty! Then Kamilia takes off her footwear and tramples the slave with her bare feet. She also stands on him on tiptoes, but now adds some jumps. Kamilia bounces and jumps on Alex like on trampoline. Light weight but high reps do the trick.Duration: 13min 17sec
Lady Adriana: Ill crush him under my sneakers.The slave wants to be my carpet. OK, he can have it. Im going to crush him under my sexy sneakers for now. Im going to trample on him and make him lick the soles of my sneakers clean. Hes my carpet and doormat. I can wipe and clean my feet on him with pleasure. Ill stand on his slaves face with my full weight and make him suffer. Can I do that to you too?In the world of dominance and submission, there are many facets that fascinate people. I observe a particular preference with my slaves: They want nothing more than to be my carpet or doormat. Its almost as if they feel theyve found their place in this role.It seems to me that they thrive on humiliation. When I use them as a doormat, it seems as if they finally feel like they have a real purpose in life. They dont perceive this kind of submission as a disgrace, but rather as confirmation of their devotion. The thought of having the dirt under their shoes and feet wiped off gives them a sense of belonging. Perhaps its this strong desire for acceptance and the urge to see their own worthlessness as something positive that drives this preference. Its a game of power and submission thats exciting for both of us.
Sophie is wearing her converse all stars sneakers with pink socks and black leggings she dances on her slaves body she is dancing on his chest and stomach making it hard for her slave to breath, you see him gasping for air as she dances on him this girl is really enjoying herself whilst crushing her victim beneath her body to an iggie pop song, half way into the clip she gets him to flip over so she can dance on his head.
Sophie is wearing her converse all stars sneakers and dances on her slaves body she is dancing on his chest and stomach making it hard for her slave to breath, you see him gasping for air as she dances on him this girl is really enjoying herself whilst crushing her victim beneath her body, 50 seconds from the end of the clip she has him flip over so she can dance on his head.
Wearing black leggings and a dress, I walk and stand on my slaves belly in sneakers, making him feel my full weight as I balance and shift while he lies beneath me, helpless under my control.
Nina and I love trampling in all its forms, we like to do it in heels, bare feet, tights and even sneakers. If there is one thing we love to do, it is to destroy the faces of the slaves under our feet. Today we stand on this losers face with all our weight, mercilessly, in many different positions, slaughtering him. We trample and march on his face, for a long time, crushing and crushing him under our beautiful feet. We do not care about the suffering he is experiencing or the pain we cause him, our plants never leave his face. We butcher it, we allow ourselves on his nose, lips and eyes, while we continue to stand, stomp and march on his face without any mercy! Unfortunately for him, we are not satisfied with how we are destroying him so we start kicking, slapping and stomping him with even more cruelty. It is only when we start jumping on his head and face that we begin to feel satisfied but, before giving him a break, we enjoy stomping on his face and nose again.
I am on vacation with my slave at over 2,000 meters above sea level, and as we walk, we admire the views around us. The loser has been lying beside an alpine pond to rest and sunbathe. I dont want him to relax, so I decide to step on him with my sneakers. I climb on his chest and face, jump on his body and in the meantime wipe the muddy soles of my shoes on his clothes. I enjoy this beautiful moment, I am alone with the slave, hearing only the sounds of nature interrupted occasionally by his moans of suffering. I trample him without s stop and when I feel satisfied I go and sit on a rock on the shore of the pond.
Orchidea and I return to my studio and find our human doormat waiting for us at the front door. He is really funny, with his face sticking out of a real doormat resting on the facebox. We have been out and about all day and our sneakers are very dirty and used. After we put our bags down on the couch, we stand on the facebox and his big face is between us. We order him to wipe our soles, his tongue immediately turns black, and we take turns stepping on him. We play with his face, crushing with all our weight his nose that twists under our sneakers. The imprint of our soles remains on his forehead and we dont give him a moments rest. All the while we let him lick the dirt off our shoes as we stomp and jump on his body. We enjoyed using his face to our hearts content, and when we realize that he is really tried, we abandon him and leave.
I just had a wonderful run in the forest – but as you can probably feel on your chest already … my shoes got a little dirty – and Im going to clean them on your face! Ill use your face as my doormat, walk over it, rub my dirty shoe soles on it and leave shoe prints all over your face. When Im done with you, my shoes will be clean again – and your face will probably be pretty damaged and covered in shoe prints … later youll also stick out your tongue, so I can wipe my dirty shoe soles over it to get the last of the dirt off as well. Thats what youre there for, isnt it? You live to be useful for me, to serve me and to be used by me – whatever that means for you, right?
