Miss Anastasia: I like stepping around on my human doormat.
He knows that I like trampling on human doormats and that it's his turn again today. He has to hold still and bear my weight and my feet on him without complaining. I want to kick him, slap him with my feet and stand on his face ruthlessly. What I notice is that my doormat, my carpet changes color underneath me. He suddenly turns so red. That amuses me. Even though he has to keep still, I like it when he has to moan under me, then I know he is suffering... :)

Miss Anastasia: I like stepping around on my human doormat.
He knows that I like trampling on human doormats and that it's his turn again today. He has to hold still and bear my weight and my feet on him without complaining. I want to kick him, slap him with my feet and stand on his face ruthlessly. What I notice is that my doormat, my carpet changes color underneath me. He suddenly turns so red. That amuses me. Even though he has to keep still, I like it when he has to moan under me, then I know he is suffering... :)