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.
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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.
I am in the mood to inflict some damage to my old faggot. I am sitting on my throne wearing my sharp stiletto heels, when I call my slave in, of course crawling on his fours. He lays underneath my feet and takes the pain I want to inflict him. Today I am really naughty and his skin is soon full of marks. Foot worship at its best!
Lady Scarlet comes back to have some fun with one of her slaves because she was bored earlier today and wants to trample him just because she feels like it.Dressed very casually and wearing her black leather ankle boots, her tight blue jeans and black leather blazer The Mistress looks so beautiful. But the slave will not have the chance to enjoy this view, because he will be suffering beneath her boots almost the entire clip. Lady Scarlet spends most of the time on his body rather than using the actual floor. The slave is just an object for her, nothing more.Trampling his front the entire time including some hands trampling and a few very beautiful moments of head standing/trampling absolutely full weight. You can see very well that the slave is suffering a lot, but that only brings a smile to the face of the Mistress. There is also a lovely moment Lady Scarlet really enjoys when she is standing on top of the slave using her boot and bouncing his head off the floor and you can very well hear the sound of the slaves head hitting the floor. That brings so much joy for the Mistress.The clip will have a continuation, so keep your eyes peeled guys. At the end of the clip Lady Scarlet takes her boots off and the trampling continues…
The slave arrives late and therefore deserves a punishment: I make him undress, I blindfold him with a balaclava without holes for the eyes, he doesnt know what a surprise I have prepared for him… I start trampling him with my sharp heels, and while he complains I let in also my friend Claire. Now there are four heels piercing the flesh of his naked body on the floor but we take turns so as not to reveal our secret. When he is almost at his limit we go on top of him at the same time and he finally understands that there is a second mysterious Mistress leaving marks and holes on his skin. I remove the blindfold, for the last minute I want him to see both of us well and admire our Casadei heels as sharp as blades.
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.









