This little bitch quit her job at my company a while ago … she really thought she would be better off at another company … and now she comes crawling back … who would have thought! Maybe Ill give hire her back … but only if she can handle my trampling! I order her to take off her shirt and shoes and lay down on the office floor – then she has to take off my high heels … I wont be trampling her wearing these – and she should be thankful for that! But Ill make sure to make her suffer under my nylon feet! I step on her skinny belly and her chest, letting my feet sink in deep. Shes struggling to breathe with my full weight compressing her upper body – but she better tries her best to handle it, if she wants to get her job back! This is a non-exclusive custom clip for a fan. If you want me to do a custom clip for you, send me an email to marissa@madamemarissa.com!
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For this finger trampling I wanted to use the glass floor again – this way you can perfectly see how much pressure there is on the wimps fingers 😀 The slave is clearly terrified when he sees me stepping on the glass floor wearing a pair of high heels with thin metal heels – and soon the fear will be accompanied by pain. The hard soles are tough on his fingers – but the heel is far more fun! Then I take off the shoes and continue to trample his fingers under my nylon feet. I want to apply as much pressure as possible and try to stand on only some fingers with my full weight. In the end I even try to stand on 1 finger with each foot only and almost break his fingers 😀
Today this slave is going to suffer under 6 feet – as Lady Nora and Lady Nadja join me for this trampling! While always one of us stands on either his face or throat, the other 2 trample his body. This human carpet was so confident that he could endure being trampled by 3 ladies … but now hes really in trouble and suffers greatly. And since he was such a loudmouth, well trample him even harder. Maybe I should jump onto his head? Or maybe kick his belly while hes trying to turn his body to the side? Or stand on his face on my tiptoes?! One thing is fore sure … when were done with him, hell know his place and never brag about his endurance and pain tolerance again!
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.
Sitting on my new human throne, I decide that maybe he?s more suitable as a doormat so I stand up to step on it. The slave is resistant, I walk, jump and kick even on his face and in the meantime he also seems to get aroused: understandable given my perfect body and these legs veiled in black nylon stockings. Now that Ive trampled him well I want to see him come for me as a sign of gratitude but I only give him 5 minutes, 5 very long and very short minutes. I encourage him to jerk off while I look at him from above standing on his face, I guide him with my sensual voice, he cannot resist and in fact after a few seconds he cums and I enjoy squeezing it out to the last drop with my feet.
How does it feel to be nothing more than a part of my floor, slave?! Does it hurt you, when I trample all over your face with my high heels and completely ignore your suffering? Ive to make a phone call and I wont get off you until Im finished … so you better stay quite and not interrupt our phone call! But Ill make it a little easier for you … Ill take off my high heels and you just have to endure my nylon feet and my full weight on your face while Im on the phone. Isnt that nice of me, slave? Trampling all over your little face is so relaxing for my feet – theyll spend all night long in these high heels, so they deserve a little relaxation upfront. And for you, it should be an honor to endure this pain for my feet!
Do you like my heels, slave? Dont worry, I wont make you suffer for long underneath those today! After a long office day, Im really looking forward to get out of these shoes! I just want to relax my feet – and what would be a better foot massage than trampling your face under my sweaty nylon feet? It feels so good to feel your bones under my foot soles … and that youre suffering makes it even better! You do like my nylon feet, dont you? And you should know by now, that you only get what you like, when you suffer at the same time … and youll be happy to endure that for me, so I can relax, wont you?!
Two friends who share a passion for sadism find themselves in front of a ready-made human doormat shirtless on the floor? what do you think it?s going to happen? Gabriella and I are beautiful but just as cruel and we cant wait to step on this useless piece of flesh. With the help of the parallel bars we begin to trample, walk and jump all over his body: our feet, veiled by nylon pantyhose, sink into his abdomen and deform his face. Yes, because we dont even spare his face and we both climb on his head, four feet that crush and slap his face while the cries of pain come out distorted from his mouth.
ITALIAN LANGUAGEMy trans friend and I are ready to use our black nylon veiled feet to step on this flaccid worm. We start from the hand, we climb on his arm and then we position ourselves on the trunk: 143 kg total to bear for him today. We have a lot of energy today and we dont stop for a moment, we walk up and down, we take steps on the spot and we also alternate in standing on his face. He is soft like a waterbed but we are experts and we keep our balance as we accelerate our run in place and something between his legs hardens… His little dick suddenly pops out like an worm as he begs for mercy: we stop but the cock will have to wait before it can jizz.
My friend Gabriella and I have three insignificant doormats at our disposal today. We are very elegant in our nylons so what to do if not a nice parade on this human carpet? We start the walkway holding on to the bars, Gabriella walks on their heads while I walk on their flabby abdomens between the bars. Our walks shortly after will also include hopping and stomping between our sadistic laughter and their moans of pain, until we shut them up with our veiled feet over their mouths for the final facestanding.









