My beautiful girlfriends and Me enjoy trampling, mocking and testing the resistance of this skinny carpet with our heels. Which of us will be the cruellest? Will that pitted carpet pass the test?
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We come down the stairs in casual clothes and flats, and there is already our mat in place. We walk on him and use him to clean our soles. We approach the bar counter and order him to roll up to here (his round shape suits it). We all step on him and the party begins. We all trample on him together, we also take turns doing a catwalk, we give him stompings, kicks and jump on him. The idiot loses some coins and I start to humiliate him also for his poverty. Not entirely satisfied, we want to make the party even more stimulating and painful for this doormat. We roll him again up to a raised surface, and from there we start a series of jumps with and without shoes on his belly. With only socks, we also get on his face. Just before leaving, first sitting and then standing, we kick him in bursts all together until we stun him. Id say weve definitely flattened him, what do you think?
NO DIALOGUEA long cruel facestanding with fishnet stockings. Stomps, kicks, jumps, marching on the spot and a throat standing in the conclusion. All close up, all on the face, in a growing in intensity. There is no speech, the only sounds will be my laughter on a couple of occasions and the slaves moans.
ITALIAN LANGUAGEMy friend Gabriella and I are walking in the snowy forest with the owner of the hut that hosts us. He was kind to show us around but as soon as we reach a more isolated place he reaches out and tries to touch us: this lousy pervert has just got the wrong idea and hoped to take us to a place where he can do everything. And in fact now we will do everything but not what he hoped for! We immediately knock him down and step on him and hit him with our muddy boots, we dirty all his clothes and even his face making him eat the mud. To make sure we refresh his ideas well, we also take him to the snow and we start stepping on him to jump on him while he tries to resist in vain: as we crush our boots on his throat he tries to apologize and beg for mercy proving that he has learned his lesson.
The holidays have arrived and with them the cold. Maya and I have the Santa Claus doormat at our feet and it occurs to me that to warm up we could jump on him. Maya is thrilled and has never tried. I show her how to do it by taking a good momentum from the sofa and landing on him with all the weight. Female collaboration is important and in fact we hold each others hands. Maya also tries to jump on him. She is amazed at how much momentum in the air I can take and so I decide to show her the jumps on his head too. Now we have warmed up…
My friends Cleo and Gea and I armed ourselves with stiletto heels for todays session in our studio. The slave is a fat doormat waiting for us naked on the ground where he deserves to be. We get closer and immediately begin to step on him almost everywhere, hands, arms, abdomen, genitals… The sharp heels sink mercilessly and leave marks on the skin that will not go away easily: the slave screams but there is always one of us who holds one foot on his mouth while, in turn, we particularly enjoy crushing his balls and cock. We make him change position and we decide to continue without shoes, only our nylon veiled feet, although it does not mean it will be less painful… We literally destroy his genitals by crushing them and kicking them too but despite everything he gets excited: our final punishment is therefore the abandonment without allowing him cum.
This slave proposed to be my doormat. But it seems so small and weak to me! I decide to test him anyway and prepare him lying in front of my throne. I am somewhat perplexed given his frailty. I slap him with my feet, body and genitals. Then I get up and step on him. Already complains! Then I go up with all my weight but he holds me for a few seconds. This slave is really scarce! Disrespected, I start slapping him with my feet from head to balls, press them against his face, rub my soles firmly and step on him to make him suffer. When I have vented I chase him away and he rolls exhausted. He begs me to go back to my feet but I refuse him, telling him that if I ever want to use him again it will be for other tasks, certainly not as a doormat.
Its time for lunch and with my friend Dula I head towards the kitchen where we had left a slave to prepare food for us. Once in the kitchen, however, we find him sitting on the counter messing around and all he offers us to eat are an orange and a banana… After a few seconds this do-nothing finds himself on the floor amidst our screams and slaps: he really deserves an exemplary punishment and we therefore decide to trample on him with all the sadism we have. We dont even have time to undress him, we have little interest in seeing the signs of trampling, we just want to punish him painfully and so he quickly finds himself under Dulas sneakers and my Casadei boots, which crush him simultaneously and everywhere, in particular his head and face in order to cover his mouth so as not to hear his pathetic excuses anymore. Now that we have punished him well, however, we have an even bigger appetite and at this point it will be our turn to cook: we send him to get us some slippers to get comfortable and start preparing food.
My friend Lady Selly and I today have a naked slave in front of us with his small dick sticking out of the cock box. We both jump onto the cock box right away and start playing in our sharp heels. We crush his cock together with the soles and heels, taking turns one exposes the glans while the other sinks the heel right there on the tip of the cock. We allow him to take off our shoes but the pain will not be less: our feet trample that soft worm mercilessly while he complains more and more loudly.
I return home with my friend Samantha after a slightly elegant aperitif but we still want to use the heels of our new shoes a little more. The doormat waiting for us on the floor, however, is exhausted, as soon as we place our heels on his abdomen, he begs us not to use them and to let him rest… We only partially satisfy him because we allow him a break from our heels but not from us! We let him take off our shoes and here are our feet veiled in nylon stockings, dark for me and light for Samantha, as beautiful as they are ruthless. No time to worship them we both immediately climb on his body and we alternate between abdomen and face, we walk, jump, crush and enjoy hearing the sounds that come from his mouth partly plugged by our feet while we jump on that flaccid belly as if we were deflating a balloon.
