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.
