The Joy of TRAMPLING
I just got home from a walk in the park with my All Stars, I go to the kitchen, take a glass of water and call my slave to clean his shoes. This morning it rained, my soles are dirty and muddy and he will have to clean them thoroughly with his tongue, his body and his face. I get on my doormat repeatedly, on his back, abdomen and face: a long lasting facestanding, then I rub the soles well on every part of his body until the shoes are as good as new.
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.
We want to get into the head of this doormat that he cannot touch our heels without our permission and he cannot take any initiative. And what better way than to crush his head to impress our rules well? I already start with my heels while Gaia sinks hers on his body. After that we remain barefoot and focus on his face. It will be an extreme and merciless facestanding! Four feet both alternating and simultaneously on the face of this doormat!
This slave made a great mistake with naivety and impertinence. In the absence of his mistresses he dared to sit on the throne to talk on the phone, defiling a symbol of power that he can only approach by crawling. Unfortunately for him he is caught red-handed and mercilessly punished by me and Mistress Gaia. We throw him to the ground, beat him, insult him, destroy his phone and make him eat it. We crush him under our boots and step on him together until we kick him out and he crawls out like a worm.
Sitting in this hotel room, Im thinking whether to lie down and relax or… My sadistic disposition prevails and I call the slave. I make him lie down on the sofa and tell him that now he will be my personal sofa. I place my veiled feet on him and stand up. They sink into his fat, and he sinks into the sofa. Too funny. I taste it and keep crushing it. I step on it all over his body, even on his genitals. I also get on his face (close-ups) and all my weight sinks. He becomes one with that sofa, and I now sitting on him and with my feet on his face, I have found my comfortable position.
This doormat salve is here in front of me: he is ready to try all my weight and I cant wait to try my new shoes on him. With my Buffalo shoes I can crush his entire head under one foot but I want to get there slowly. I start with his hand, I squeeze it under my feet until I hear the sound of its bones, then walk on his arm before climbing onto the abdomen. He is soft, flaccid, I insult him and punish him by jumping on him with increasing strength. My sole is now on his face and I crush his skull: it is a feeling of absolute power. Before leaving him to his miserable fate, I enjoy running and jumping on his abdomen for one last time.
