A clip from our series Crushing for fun where beautiful and dominant Mistresses crush food for pleasure.Dressed in her beautiful riding attire (proper luxurious riding boots, creamy jodhpurs, white shirt, white blazer and black gloves) Lady Scarlet starts crushing the strawberries and the grapes on the floor. Checking her phone while treading on the fruits, you can hear the popping sound of the grapes while theyre being crushed absolutely carelessly by the Mistress. A couple of minutes later you can see that Lady Scarlet have some extra grapes ready to be crushed. She really loves turning all of the fruits into a complete mush beneath her powerful leather riding boots. At the end you can see that all of the grapes and strawberries are turned into a puree on the floor. Absolutely unrecognisable. Just a colourful spots on the ground.You can enjoy some heel crushing, some walking crush and most of the clip is close ups including some full body angles as well. Lady Scarlet doesnt talk much during the clip, but her style of crushing is definitely worth watching. You will definitely want to find yourself beneath the boots of this stunning Goddess after watching the clip.There is also a moment of slow motion added for some of the great crushing action. Just a few seconds.
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A trip to the mountains, thats what I need to spend some well-deserved holidays. I go up with my car to a clearing where I can enjoy some rest but I almost run over someone… I get out of the car and find him there, lying in front of the hood, my slave never abandons me and he doesnt even leave me one moment to rest. At this point, however, I decide that he will not be run over by my car but by my wedges and by the weight of my body! I get on him, I crush him for good walking and hopping on his face until I get tired and then let him take me home, as he will now be my taxi driver.
Three doormats for three Mistresses, laid bare-chested under the parallels that we will use as a support to walk on them. There is something for all tastes, red boots, black boots, decollete but all with long and sharp heels that will sink into their flesh. Their heartbreaking screams accompany our movements as we walk on them and sink our heels even crouching from time to time. We go from one to the other and then we choose a lucky one on which we climb at the same time and then we move on to the next; some pounding and kicking even on balls and nipples until we return to put our feet on the floor between their thanks.
Here I am in Miss Christmas version … I have many surprises in store for this slave … And today I decided to give him my weight, my heels and my feet! A Christmas trampling of pleasure and pain, with heels sinking into her flesh and disappearing into her fat. And once the boots are off, my feet squeeze him, jump on him, sink with all my weight and trample his face over and over again. Merry Christmas my slave!
ITALIAN LANGUAGEIm in Mistress Sellys dungeon. It is the first time that I go to visit her, so when I enter she explains to me the layout of her studio and its equipment. Including a human mat lying next to the pole with which Selly practices lap dance. She tells me that this doormat is part of the furniture and never moves from there. I really like this thing! We put down our bags. It greets us but I immediately slam the sole of my boot on its mouth to silence it and my friend sinks her boot on its belly. We take off our coats to be more comfortable so we can have fun with it. Im really curious to try this doormat! We step on it, me with boots and she with the amphibians we use in our daily life. We have fun sinking, jumping on it, bouncing on its body, squeezing the little dick it keeps hidden under its jeans out of shame, crushing its face in order to leave the imprint of our soles! I also use its belt to create a collar and a leash that I pull towards me while with the sole I crush its face on the opposite side. We slaughter it until we get tired of it and decide to go there for a coffee thinking about the next practices it will suffer…
ITALIAN LANGUAGEMy trans friend and I are ready to use our black nylon veiled feet to step on this flaccid worm. We start from the hand, we climb on his arm and then we position ourselves on the trunk: 143 kg total to bear for him today. We have a lot of energy today and we dont stop for a moment, we walk up and down, we take steps on the spot and we also alternate in standing on his face. He is soft like a waterbed but we are experts and we keep our balance as we accelerate our run in place and something between his legs hardens… His little dick suddenly pops out like an worm as he begs for mercy: we stop but the cock will have to wait before it can jizz.
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.
ITALIAN LANGUAGE* Strong double trampling with heels and hard facestanding with pantyhoses *Me and a friend of mine are trampling artists, and today were having fun squeezing this human carpet under our heels. Its just the beginning, because once removed we continue with our feet wrapped in pantyhoses. His face, trapped in the head box, disappears as we both stand on top of him. Is it noticeable that we are a close-knit couple?
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?
My doormat awaits me lying in front of the X cross, he knows well that I should have something else to unload the weight on besides him but this time it will not be enough because he has not seen my shoes yet… I approach with dizzying spiked, sharp stiletto heels that hurt just if you look at them, the doormat greets me, kisses my shoes but I immediately explain to him that I feel evil today. I step on him and the screams of pain are immediate, these heels are really merciless! I enjoy leaving deep marks in his flesh as I completely ignore his pain. I also walk a little further down and when I get to the genitals he begs me to spare them, as if there is something to save under there… Meanwhile the marks increase like snake bites, the heels sink and he keeps screaming and asking for a break, but I had it said I would have no mercy today…