The Joy of TRAMPLING
Mistress Anfisa carefully places her high heels on the slaves upper body and asks him a delicate question. How much do I weigh? This question overwhelms the slave even more than Mistress Anfisa on his body. Is there even a correct answer to this question? The slave is completely wrong and Mistress Anfisa lets him feel the full truth on his body. The slave is allowed to show his gratitude and kiss Mistress Anfisas bare feet while she stands on him.
Mistress Anfisa stands on the scales and then walks to her slave, who is kneeling on the floor with his hands stretched fout in front of him. He was not allowed to move in her absence and he is not allowed to move now. Mistress Anfisa is engrossed in her cell phone and taps on it as she walks back and forth. She constantly steps on his hands. The slave cries out in pain but she completely ignores him. He moans and gasps and tries to stifle his loud cries so as not to disturb his mistress. She continues to walk back and forth, treading painfully on his hands!
Mistress Anfisa and I, Lady Nora, have been busy exercising while this loser has been lying around lazily. But thats over now! We include him in our exercise by running over his unathletic body in our sneakers. He now understands how important sport is for his life and well even train his nose at the same time! We sweat a lot into our shoes and their smell is perfect to be absorbed deeply by his slave nose. This is intense training for body and mind a la Mistress Anfisa and Lady Nora!
Trapped with his head in the box, Mistress Anfisa can finally do to this slave everything she has had planned for a long time. She stands in her high heels and then climbs mercilessly onto his chest. The pointed heels stab deep into his belly until his face is twisted in pain. This gives her unbelievable joy because this is exactly the reaction Mistress Anfisa was looking for. A helpless slave in intense pain under her feet! Only this will really satisfy her. So she goes on tormenting him with her dangerous high heels. To make life even harder for him she makes him stick out his tongue. No matter how harsh his pain is the pure hell continues!
Mistress Anfisa tests the quality of the carpet slave. The slave lies silently at her feet and will now feel his Mistress full weight upon him. Mistress Anfisa climbs on his belly wearing pointed high heels, which press deeply into his stomach. How is the quality of the slave material? The slave is totally useless with his untrained, old body! Mistress Anfisa is very dissatisfied with him and continues walking on him without high heels. She tests him extensively on his front and on his back. Maybe his back is more useful…
Mistress Anfisa orders you odown onto the floor and gives your face such massive treatment that you will no longer have a face afterwards. With her feet she destroys your ugly face, for she steps on it firmly and pushes her heel deep into you. This leaves such nasty marks on your face! That is exactly what Mistress Anfisa loves!
Mistress Anfisas slave lies before her on the ground and puts his hands in front of him. Her educational measures always work! The slave has already been lying in front of his mistress for over an hour, patiently waiting for whatever happens. Mistress Anfisa is, however, too occupied with her mobile phone and ignores the miserable slave. But then she gets up and walks a few steps back and forth. With his hands extended the slave immediately panics, because his mistress wears really dangerous boots and could trample his fingers at any time with one of her spiky heels. Ruthlessly, Mistress Anfisa walks over his hands, stabs his fingers with her heels and plays with her mobile phone. Shut up slave! Mistress Anfisa wants to hear nothing from him. No matter how painfully her boots press into his hands. This loser has to learn to be quiet!
