The club is everything to us. This human carpet is everything for us. So lets have fun trampling it and destroying it under our veiled feet!
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Me and a friend of mine stand on the side of the bed and watch this stupid slave rest. But the bed is ours how dare he take our place? Now he will pay dearly! We wake him up and dont even give him time to figure out whats going on that were already on top of him. We crush him, sink our feet into him and he sinks into bed. We reproach him but at the same time we are glad he did this bullshit because it sparked in us the desire to punish him. We also start bouncing on him and slave and bed no longer stand out. Before doing any damage to our bed, we move and the trampling continues to the parallels. Body and face will have no respite under our feet. And from today he will learn that we decide what his place is.
Its time to use him as a real doormat by stepping on him and cleaning our boots on him. His white t-shirt will turn brown and we will order him to take it off and use it as a finishing rag. Will it do a good cleaning job?
My friends Cleo and Gea went straight to the point and I find them already standing on my doormat. So much they desired to step on him that they didnt even wait for me! I find them with their feet veiled in black stockings walking on the abdomen and on the face of my doormat, wondering how much he will ever last. But my slave is well trained and withstands their weight while he has his head blocked in a face-box. I also add myself to the mix, barefoot, tan stockings, I walk on his hands first, then his balls, abdomen and finally I get to the face that we literally make disappear under four feet… The slave suffers but thanks us and we continue having fun…
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.
This flaccid doormat plays and admires my heels oblivious to what I have in mind for him. I allow him to worship me a little but soon I move on to much harder games. I climb on him and on his fat belly, I take a few steps but it is on his nipples that I want to focus today… The heels enter inside him until they disappear, I pierce him while he screams like a desperately. I move a little to leave some marks on the abdomen too, but then I always go back to those small tits that I want to destroy. He screams but I wont get off until he begs for mercy and until I see him reduced like a colander. In the end I go down and admire my beautiful work and with my fingers I measure that the holes he now has in place of his nipples are now as deep as his navel…
There are three of us today wanting to play with this slaves genitals, me Gea and Cleo with our sharp heels against this useless worm. We have prepared him lying naked on the floor, with his cock sticking out of the hole in the table and well tied with a purple ribbon so that it will always be there at our disposal. We approach slowly with our stiletto heels that mark the seconds almost like a countdown that separates the slave from the destruction of his balls. With our feet on the coffee table we immediately start squashing this soft little dick without sparing his balls of course. Each hit of our shoes and heels pinches and stabs his flesh: the slave complains and so in turn we silence him with a shoe resting on his mouth. I want to try to crush him even with my bare feet and so I take off my shoes followed by my friends too: I love the sensation of his balls bursting under my feet while I crush him as if they were made of rubber. We finish with three feet at the same time on his cock until he cant stand it anymore and we abandon him to his sufferings.
After a while I see a friend of mine and we both wear pantyhose. The slave greets us and since I feel better than usual I allow him to kiss my feet. But I feel something the asshole pulled a thread on my socks and broke them. You cant be more good, you always have to be ruthless. My friend and I are now going to teach him a good lesson, trampling him mercilessly!
Two mats at my disposal today, different colors but both made of flesh in which I will sink my sharp heels. I help myself by holding on to the chains fixed to the ceiling but despite this their cries of pain are excruciating and bother me. So I take off my shoes and continue barefoot, stepping from one to the other without touching the ground, walking, running, jumping and even crushing their heads. I like to feel the skull bones deform under my weight and I challenge them to a contest: one foot each on their head and lets see who will be the first to give up
A beautiful immaculate white mat all to ourselves, I cant wait to step on it with my friend and leave nice marks with our boots. The Dr Martens are very heavy, the hard sole makes our steps and stomps even more painful: the slave barely resists and moans aloud. We dont limit ourselves to the torso, on which we also climb together at the same time, but we also trample on his legs, hands and even his face, which deforms under our weight. After a few last jumps, we leave him on the ground with barely the breath to thank us.
