The Joy of TRAMPLING
ENGLISH SPEAKINGI have my slave lying on the ground ready to be used. Today I want to have fun stepping on his head. If you want to continue being my human doormat, youll have to prove to me that you deserve this privilege. I climb with all my weight on his head, and I dont want to hear him speak. A doormat cannot talk. The only privilege I allow him is to kiss my feet before I leave.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I am in the company of two of my beautiful friends.Our slaves are lying on the ground, ready to receive our attention … what an honor it must be to be under the feet of three beautiful Mistresses. We trample them everywhere, without sparing their useless balls, and in turn we balance ourselves on their … doormat faces
ITALIAN SPEAKINGI always enjoy having my slaves under my feet, it?s where they belong. Today I?m going to give this flabby bitch a good trampling. He?s on a special diet, and has been eating too many cakes. I also allow him the luxury of licking my beautiful feet, as I continue to make him suffer by jumping on his cock and balls. Maybe now he?s stick to his diet, if not he?ll get some more of my Strong Elegance?
ENGLISH SPEAKINGToday I was out walking, and my boots are very dirty. I have my slave waiting for me to return, and his job is to clean my boots. I call him over and order him to get started. He?s not doing a good enough job with his tongue. So I decide to punish him and give him a Trekki Trample?
ITALIAN SPEAKINGHere in Milan we have all gathered to enjoy making our slaves suffer. Today we have three slaves lying on the floor ready to receive their fate. It?s going to be a painful time for our three bitches. They are going to suffer, and we will enjoy every minute of their squeals for mercy. Taking turns we all work our way from one end to the other, as we dance and dig our designer stiletto heels into their bodies. There?s no escape for our slaves, as we relentlessly stamp and trample on their head and faces. All the mistresses are having a great time as we continue to pummel and marmalize our slaves under the powerful and beautiful feet of the Trampling Seven!!!
ITALIAN SPEAKINGToday I have to stay behind and check this idiot pupils school work. He?s not worked hard enough on the problems and has got most of the questions wrong. So I decide to punish him. Getting him on the floor, I begin by stranding on his head with my sharp stiletto shoes. Then I remove my shoes and begin placing my full weight on his head and body. His pleas for mercy go unnoticed as I make him suffer. Maybe he?ll respond to some serious Airhead Pressure?
ITALIAN SPEAKINGI chained my slave because I want to subject him to a harsh trampling treatment. In this way he will not be able to escape, and will suffer a lot. Despite the pain he inflicts, he can take the pain, and when I stop trampling him his body is filled with my lethal, piercing marks.
ITALIAN SPEAKINGMy shoes today are an object: look at the metal, silvery heels. Now look at him, my most faithful slave. Here he is ready, with his soft flab that serves no other purpose. I climb on him with ease. I pierce him where I please. Straight on him, incurable of his labored breathing and moans, I stroke my hair. Then I get off , deluding him that its over, but instead I spring back up, arrogant as I am, a little bitchy even. I ravage him: look what Ive reduced him to at the end. A gruyere. A map of red marks and holes. A being devoid of any will ,a piece of meat at my disposal
Here he is, our devoted slave. He waits half-naked for us to profit from him. And we please him. We make him lie at the foot of the sofa where we comfortably sit and we humiliate him by crushing him under our divine feet. Feet in our mouths, kicks in our faces, trampling, rubbing our soles in his face; nothing is missing from the repertoire. He gasps as he realises our fury. And we revel in it. A man reduced to a doormat, at our complete disposal. The scent of our sweaty feet will linger on him for a long time.
Delicious tool, no? We three mistresses immobilised the slave under this trample box. The head, his ass face, pokes out of the hole provided. The body is at our disposal, the cock awaits our punishment. But it is above all the face that is our goal. We crush his face and bury it under our divine feet, we rub them in turn while he licks them, we even jump on them. I put them on him so that he cannot breathe. We do it without regard, very hard, beating him up. A massacre. In the meantime, however, we dont neglect the rest: one of us takes turns arousing him or stepping on his useless cock, stomping on it, using it as a punching ball. We give him no respite. He is a worm to be trampled on by crushing him, nothing more.
