ENGLISH SPEAKINGIm with my mistress friend, and we have a slave at the foot of my throne. Hes been a bit of a bitch and we have decided to punish him. We are both wearing beautiful stiletto heeled boots, and are going to put them to good use on out slut as we make him suffer. We begin by making him feel some real pain, and our slut screams for mercy as we dig our sharp heels into his flabby flesh. I then tell him he has to try to guess our weight, and if he can get it right then we may show him some mercy. However, our slut is not much use at trying to figure out how much weight is making him suffer. So we continue with his torment, and have great fun as we dig our heels deeper and deeper into his body. We are having a blast, and our slave will have to continue to endure his pain as we pulverize him with our sadistic stilettos…
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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.
ENGLISH SPEAKINGIt always gives me great pleasure inflicting pain on my slaves. Today is no different, as I allow my bitch the luxury of a painful trampling under my beautiful designer boots. His squeals are music to my ears as I continue to make him suffer under my Stiletto Pressure
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday at le prisonnier club in Milan we have a slave that wants to be pampered. Well… Im joined by my beautiful mistress friend, and we have just the thing for our pathetic slave. He is out of condition, and we have decided to improve his persona. Wearing our beautiful sharp stiletto heels, we approach our bitch as he lies on the floor between the ballet bars. He thinks hes going to have a gentle foot massage on his flab. Not so… We quickly get on top of him and dig our sharp stiletto heels into him. His squeals are so amusing as we bury our heels in his belly. We also stand on his head, and watch his face turn a nice shade of purple. Then we remove our shoes, and jump and stamp on him. Its great exercise, as we balance ourselves on his head and face. What a blast!! As we continue to make our bitch suffer his trampling in our beautiful Pain Parlour…
A doormat for two mistresses, four sharp heels ready to pierce the flesh of his naked body lying on the floor. Im with my friend Victoria for this afternoon of luxury trampling, black stockings and shiny stiletto heels. We trample every part of his body, trunk, hands, legs, balls and cock: we have no mercy even hearing his moans of pain which, on the contrary, amuse us. We help each other with a bar hanging from the ceiling and even conclude with a few jumps to better impress the marks of our shoes on his skin.
I came up with a nice game for you, pay slave! Since your face isnt nice to look at anyway, Ill make it a little more beautiful by trampling all over it with my sexy high heel shoes … and for every heel mark I leave behind on your face, Ill take another 100 Euro out of your wallet! Come on, give my shoes a kiss – and then lie down on the floor – so I can start trampling your face! I love to make you suffer twice … the extreme pain of my high heels slowly destroying your face … and the financial pain! Are you grateful for this, slave?! More and more of your money goes into my pocket, while you struggle to endure the pain and scream under my merciless shoes … and you didnt think wed stop before your wallet is completely empty, did you?!
My friend Samantha and I free our little puppy from the cage we put him in because the time has come to play. Obviously we will be the ones playing and having fun, while he will have to suffer with our sharp heels piercing his flesh. He has an abdomen as soft as pudding, its almost difficult to step on him but then we take turns getting on him well, walking back and forth up to his face and leaving deep red marks. After having pierced him like a colander we let him take off our heels: now our feet wrapped in stockings will finish the job, without mercy and no less lethal.
A relaxing weekend in my mountain home with my human doormat ready to be trampled on. Ive got some really sharp heels to try on his flesh and Im starting right away with these ankle boots. The slave is lying at the foot of the fireplace, which I use to help me climb onto him. The screams of pain are continuous and excruciating, justified by the marks my heels leave on his now punctured abdomen. Short breaks just to adore me and adore those same heels that are inflicting so much pain on him. Halfway through the shoe change, we switch from the ankle boots to these red shoes but the heels are equally sharp and will lead him to give in amidst cries: ironic, given that it was he who suggested me to buy these shoes