The Joy of TRAMPLING
Teen Princess Trampling Striptease Face Jumping!Princess Kirstin first does a striptease with heels on her slaves head to see him suffer even more under her feet. Then she uses his face and head as a tramplin. Again and again she jumps heartily full weight with her feet on his face.
Two mats at my disposal today, different colors but both made of flesh in which I will sink my sharp heels. I help myself by holding on to the chains fixed to the ceiling but despite this their cries of pain are excruciating and bother me. So I take off my shoes and continue barefoot, stepping from one to the other without touching the ground, walking, running, jumping and even crushing their heads. I like to feel the skull bones deform under my weight and I challenge them to a contest: one foot each on their head and lets see who will be the first to give up
A beautiful immaculate white mat all to ourselves, I cant wait to step on it with my friend and leave nice marks with our boots. The Dr Martens are very heavy, the hard sole makes our steps and stomps even more painful: the slave barely resists and moans aloud. We dont limit ourselves to the torso, on which we also climb together at the same time, but we also trample on his legs, hands and even his face, which deforms under our weight. After a few last jumps, we leave him on the ground with barely the breath to thank us.
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…
Sitting on my new human throne, I decide that maybe hes more suitable as a doormat so I stand up to step on it. The slave is resistant, I walk, jump and kick even on his face and in the meantime he also seems to get aroused: understandable given my perfect body and these legs veiled in black nylon stockings. Now that Ive trampled him well I want to see him come for me as a sign of gratitude but I only give him 5 minutes, 5 very long and very short minutes. I encourage him to jerk off while I look at him from above standing on his face, I guide him with my sensual voice, he cannot resist and in fact after a few seconds he cums and I enjoy squeezing it out to the last drop with my feet.
My doormat is waiting for me at home, he is always waiting for me, this is his role and he lives for this: he lives lying in the entrance waiting for my return. I come home after a nice walk, my dirty shoes need to be cleaned before being placed in the shoe rack and for this there is his tongue. He licks the soles well but while Im at it I also want to have fun crushing his head and vigorously trampling his flaccid body. The power of my blows is so strong that he also loses the coins that come out of his pockets: what a poor loser, only coins this is all he has… I also jump from the low wall and the marks I leave imprinted on him will probably last until the next time.
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.
After a nice walk with friends I really need a doormat to clean my boots on. My slave is waiting for me at home ready on the floor and I immediately throw myself on him. I jump on his soft belly and then I stop on his face and finally complete the cleaning by rubbing my soles on his tongue which in the meantime turns black. Im really ruthless, now my boots are clean but I continue to rage by trampling and crushing every part of his body from his genitals to his face.
Your Mistresss bare feet are an instrument of punishment. You are already afraid, slave. But you want it to happen as soon as possible. Do you want to feel how I will trample you like a pathetic insect? Do you want me to jump over your body and face? Squeezing your throat with my weight? Enjoy and moan in pain.
