I havent seen my slave around for a while, I call him and I find out that he dared to take a nap without asking my permission so I give him a nice comfortable pillow and make him lie down on the floor but I really want to see if hell be able to rest while I trample him… The Dr Martens are very heavy, the hard sole makes my steps and my stomps even more painful: the slave barely resists, he complains and perhaps he is understanding the lesson. I dont limit myself to the torso, I also trample on his face which deforms under my weight leaving the mark of the sole like a brand.
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The club is everything to us. This human carpet is everything for us. So lets have fun trampling it and destroying it under our veiled feet!
Me and a friend of mine stand on the side of the bed and watch this stupid slave rest. But the bed is ours how dare he take our place? Now he will pay dearly! We wake him up and dont even give him time to figure out whats going on that were already on top of him. We crush him, sink our feet into him and he sinks into bed. We reproach him but at the same time we are glad he did this bullshit because it sparked in us the desire to punish him. We also start bouncing on him and slave and bed no longer stand out. Before doing any damage to our bed, we move and the trampling continues to the parallels. Body and face will have no respite under our feet. And from today he will learn that we decide what his place is.
Its time to use him as a real doormat by stepping on him and cleaning our boots on him. His white t-shirt will turn brown and we will order him to take it off and use it as a finishing rag. Will it do a good cleaning job?
Im looking for my slave around the apartment and where can I find him? On the bed to rest! He tries some excuses by saying that he was waiting for me but now I really think he will regret it. I cant wait to try these new studded red shoes with sharp heels: I climb on his flaccid abdomen and push my heels deep into his flesh to make him feel the pointed studs too. When his skin is well marked, I let him take off my shoes and I resume trampling with my feet veiled in tan pantyhose. I walk, crush and jump but he resists well and so I step from the belly to the face with both feet to crush his head with all my weight.
This flaccid doormat plays and admires my heels oblivious to what I have in mind for him. I allow him to worship me a little but soon I move on to much harder games. I climb on him and on his fat belly, I take a few steps but it is on his nipples that I want to focus today… The heels enter inside him until they disappear, I pierce him while he screams like a desperately. I move a little to leave some marks on the abdomen too, but then I always go back to those small tits that I want to destroy. He screams but I wont get off until he begs for mercy and until I see him reduced like a colander. In the end I go down and admire my beautiful work and with my fingers I measure that the holes he now has in place of his nipples are now as deep as his navel…
After a while I see a friend of mine and we both wear pantyhose. The slave greets us and since I feel better than usual I allow him to kiss my feet. But I feel something the asshole pulled a thread on my socks and broke them. You cant be more good, you always have to be ruthless. My friend and I are now going to teach him a good lesson, trampling him mercilessly!