ITALIAN LANGUAGEI greet my doormat in the only way he deserves by stepping on him with my All Stars: they are still very new but today I will consume them on this helpless slave. I really enjoy squeezing his face and I start right from there, I hold on to the chains hanging from the ceiling a bit, but I have to say that this doormat is very strong and I can even jump on that face. I jump on the spot and then off the stool too, on his face, torso and genitals while he thanks and doesnt blink. When I am satisfied with how I have worn out the rubber of my shoes, I take them off, I want to feel his face and his fat abdomen well under my feet as I continue to jump and trample him and then abandon him with his now deformed face.
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What matters to me is trampling. Having a man underneath me and crushing him with all my weight. It doesnt matter what shoes, it doesnt matter what clothing, the important thing is to dominate him. If he then gives me a good excuse to get angry, the motivation is even stronger…Today Im wearing jeans, a blouse and clogs: casual attire for a girl who could be the girl next door. How many of you havent fantasized at least once in your life about being dominated by your beautiful neighbor? Well, by watching this video you can easily identify with the doormat that is under me and that suffers the power of my clogs.
We are really enjoying ourselves with this slave. We kicked him, rode him and then dominated him, always using our riding boots. We are not entirely satisfied and would like to increase the level of our domination. To be more comfortable, I decided to change my boots and wear another type, made of rubber. He is already ready and lying at the foot of the sex bench, and we cant wait to start. We take turns climbing onto the structure and jumping on his chest and stomach. From a height of almost a metre, we start throwing ourselves and landing on his body with all our weight. I start, then Nina, and we continue alternating for several minutes. Then, placing our hands on the structure, we jump from a standing position onto his chest. We return to the top of the structure and resume jumping on him with increasing intensity, but we cant make him give in. We decide to increase his suffering, so I climb onto his chest and Nina onto his stomach. After a short period of jumping together on his body, he finally gives in and begs us for mercy. Satisfied, we sit on the structure, resting the soles of our boots on his head and chest in triumph……
The slave is waiting for us lying in the middle of the studio, wearing a mask and black boxer shorts. We join him dressed in riding clothes and boots. We will crush him under the soles of our boots with all our weight. We take turns and simultaneously trample his body without mercy. While one tramples him, the other rests her soles on his face to make him worship them. The most fun is when we trample him together; he really struggles to bear our weight. Our trampling gives him no respite until we realize that he is truly at the limit of his strength and decide to leave him in pain on the floor.
After the evening with friends, we finally get home and our human doormat is still where we left him, waiting for us lying on the floor. We are pleasantly impressed by his dedication and take the opportunity to run the dirty soles of our shoes over the flabby skin of his belly. We have been on our feet all evening, we have been dancing, our feet are tired and our tights are very sweaty and smelly! Now we step on him with our tights and focus on his face, our wish is that he is always between the floor and the soles of our feet. After removing our shoes and boots, we climb up his body, alternating on his balls, belly and face. With all our weight we ravage his face, one of us is always on top and, when we crush him with a foot, his nose crushes and twists under us. Our tights have a truly divine aroma, we can smell it too and his flushed face must have absorbed it. All these endless minutes of trampling his body and especially his face and nose have exhausted him, so we decide to rest our veiled feet around his nose. Tonight the aroma of our tights will never leave him……………
We are still with the stable boy, after slapping him today we will trample him. We still wear our uniforms and riding boots. We both love to stomp, we like to do it on the chest, balls and head! He is already lying down and in position, Lily starts and then its my turn. We trample him relentlessly, first alone and then together, the soles of our boots leaving their footprints on his skin. We spare no part of his body, stomping on his face, chest and balls. We hold hands to balance on his fat body and even enjoy jumping on him with all our weight. We also kick him in the face with our soles and then order him to lick and kiss them.. Eventually he is shocked and as he continues to adore our boots we sit on the sex bench.
I am on holiday with my friend Goddess Gabriella and our slaves. Tonight we want to go dancing and when we approach the door we find one of them lying down. Gabriella and I are wearing the same dress, while I am wearing low-heeled boots and she is wearing stiletto pumps. He has remained in that position all day, as per our instructions. When this loser is about to get up to move, we pin him to the ground with our shoes. In a moment we climb on top of him and stomp on him, with my boots I climb on his head, chest and balls. Gabriella enjoys sinking her sharp heels into his belly, onto his skin and the marks are immediately visible. He groans but we plug his mouth with the soles and heels of our shoes, we dont want to give him a moments respite. We keep stepping on him together, when we do it alone we help each other to balance on his fat body. Before we leave, as we let him lick our shoes, we admire the marks left on his skin by Gabriellas heels and our soles. Before we leave satisfied, we trample on his body one last time as we leave the house….









