The Joy of TRAMPLING
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.
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.
My friend Gabriella and I are continuing the punishment of the pervert who thought to take us into the woods and take advantage of us… After leaving him on the ground in mud and snow, now is the time to let him feel our weight, we place him near the barbecue wall and in turn we go up and we let ourselves fall on his abdomen. The wall is high enough and our boots have a nice hard sole – every jump is a powerful blow for this creep who moans in pain and begs for mercy. But instead of stopping we use the wall as a support to walk and jump on him until, tired, we decide that now he will have to use that same barbecue to prepare our food.
I want to test my new female slave in trampling, and she wants to do anything to please me and satisfy her new Mistress. In front of the cross, she lying on the ground, I step barefoot on her belly over and over again. I stay on her, I crush her, I make her scream and I put her in difficulty with her breathing (you can clearly hear her trying to control her breathing to be able to resist more and to be able to breathe). Concentrating on her belly, she suddenly tells me that she needs to pee. I scold her for not dirtying the carpet and she replies that she would never do that. I like this very natural and spontaneous situation… After placing an absorbent pad under her bottom, I step on her belly and press with all my weight to make her pee come out.
I am angry. I told the slave to fix the hotel room where we have been staying since last night and to do the cleaning well. I want him to do them and not the employees. He must be the most submissive slave! The last of his rank! But unfortunately he didnt do a good job and Im disappointed. I call him at my feet, tapping the boot on the floor. I blame him for his negligence and tell him to show me his hands. They are too nice, they are not the hands of a worker. Be smart! But Ill fix them for him now … I make him put them under the feet of the stool and I crush them, sitting down or standing up on the stool. Then I make him put them on the stool and I sit comfortably on the bed next to me, stretching my legs and placing the heels of my boots on his hands. I climb on them, crush them under my soles. Or I squeeze them under my butt. There are also close-up scenes to show the trampling action well. By alternating all of these positions, he will eventually find his hands destroyed and walk away whining and repenting.
Today IÂ’m hosted by my friend Lady Selly and for the occasion we are both dressed in black with razor sharp red heels. The slave is tied up and we immediately make him understand what is going to happen to him: we make him lie down and start stepping on him everywhere with our sharp heels. He screams in pain as our heels sink into his abdomen, his arms, his hands and even there, between his legs. While one tramples him, the other makes him lick the soles and suck the heels, then we take turns and then at the same time we step on him: the screams are too loud so Selly decides to cover his mouth while my heels destroy him.
This idiot has disappointed me yet another time and even today I find myself to have to punish him and insult him for the nothingness that he is. I position him on his knees with his head on the stair almost as if it were a guillotine but instead of the blade it will be my feet veiled in black nylon that will crush his head. I stand on his face without mercy, concentrating all my weight on a single foot, then I alternate them and finally I also use him as a human chair by sitting on his now deformed head without ever stopping insulting him as he deserves.
ITALIAN LANGUAGEToday I decided to step on this doormat from another perspective and with greater difficulty for him but also for me in terms of balance: the head will not be resting on the floor but on a step, therefore with the neck bent. He greets me and you notice the look of love for his Mistress. My answer is to give him a blow to the genitals with the shoe. Then I step on him and you can see how the heels sink into the flesh. I take them off and with bare feet I now step on his face too. Conclusion: no matter how and where, the important thing is to trample!
ENGLISH LANGUAGEIt rained all night and this morning I went for a walk in the park in my tank soled ankle boots: they are perfect for these occasions but now they are completely muddy and dirty. I look disgusted at the mud on my shoes but luckily my slave is lying here on the balcony with me to clean them. I also take this opportunity to have fun and I dont just let him lick the dirt but first I get on top of him for some trampling. Standing on his abdomen, I leave mud footprints on his shirt and then have him lick one sole at a time: he is at the same time a doormat and a shoe polisher. The mud is wedged well in the cracks in the soles and I have to jump on my doormat to move it. I keep doing this until my shoes are clean and my slaves tongue and face are filthy.
Two friends who share a passion for sadism find themselves in front of a ready-made human doormat shirtless on the floor what do you think its going to happen? Gabriella and I are beautiful but just as cruel and we cant wait to step on this useless piece of flesh. With the help of the parallel bars we begin to trample, walk and jump all over his body: our feet, veiled by nylon pantyhose, sink into his abdomen and deform his face. Yes, because we dont even spare his face and we both climb on his head, four feet that crush and slap his face while the cries of pain come out distorted from his mouth.
