Strict mistresses trampling their slaves
I step over my slave without hesitation, my shoes pressing into his body with every step. His chest, stomach, and limbs are flattened under my weight as I walk with full dominance. He lies helpless, enduring my control as I use him as a path beneath my feet. This is my pleasurehis submission beneath my soles.
Sophie is wearing her hard high heel leather boots and steps all over her slave her heels are very thin and really hurt him, she doesnt care as she walks all over him and steps on and off him whilst talking to another girl who is off camera.
Each step I take on his body is a reminder of my power. My boots crush him beneath my weight, his body nothing more than a surface for me to walk on. He submits to every step, trapped under my soles with no escape, as I enjoy my dominance over him.
I dont take off my shoesI dont need to. He lies on the hard floor as I step on him in my everyday street shoes, my full weight pressing down with each step. His body absorbs the pressure while I enjoy the satisfying control beneath my soles. Hes just a path for my boots.
I walk across his body without hesitation, my boots digging into his skin with each step. His chest, stomach, and legs are crushed beneath my feet as I assert my dominance. He is nothing but a surface for me to walk on, ****** to endure my weight and power.
Today Im at a very special party with my three colleagues.The mood is high, the energy perfect were in the mood to have fun, and theres a slave just waiting to be put to the test. We certainly wont hold back.But what Im most curious about is seeing Daria Domina step in for the first time.Ive never seen her use her curvy, commanding body on a slave before, and Im genuinely intrigued to see the impact. Her presence is naturally authoritative, and I cant wait to see how long the slave can actually endure her.
I walk all over my slave in heavy footwear, pressing every inch of my sole deep into his weak body. The sound of my shoes hitting his ribs is music to my ears. He lies there beneath me on the hard floor, taking it all, as he should. My boots are made for tramplingand he was made to be trampled.
I walk across my slave with no care, each step pressing my shoes deeply into his body. He lies on the hard floor beneath me, his chest and limbs flattened by my weight. Every step I take is a reminder of my dominance. He can only endure, serving as my personal rug for me to walk on.
With each step, I press my boots deeply into his body, walking over him without mercy. His helplessness beneath me fuels my dominance, as I remind him of his place under my feet. He becomes nothing more than a path for me to walk on, enduring my weight with each crushing move.
With every step I take, my shoes press into his body, making him feel the full weight of my control. I walk over him slowly and deliberately, reminding him of his place beneath me. My shoes crush him into the floor as I take pleasure in his helplessness. He is nothing but a surface for me to walk on, and I make sure he knows it.
