My slave was begging me all week for some painful boot trampling. After doing enough to earn a few minutes of my time, I put on my favorite knee high boots and tell him to lie on the floor. I made sure he was shirtless, so we could both see the damage I was about to inflict.

I started off with some full weight stomach trampling. I stood on him like I would the floor, allowing my sharp heels to dig deep into his soft skin. After leaving some permanent marks, I moved up to his chest. His chest was harder than his stomach, allowing my heels to dig even deeper into him. He repeatedly...

My slave was begging me all week for some painful boot trampling. After doing enough to earn a few minutes of my time, I put on my favorite knee high boots and tell him to lie on the floor. I made sure he was shirtless, so we could both see the damage I was about to inflict.

I started off with some full weight stomach trampling. I stood on him like I would the floor, allowing my sharp heels to dig deep into his soft skin. After leaving some permanent marks, I moved up to his chest. His chest was harder than his stomach, allowing my heels to dig even deeper into him. He repeatedly tried to tap out, but the answer was always no.

I continued this trampling process over and over, until his entire body was covered in boot marks. Don’y worry, I didn’t forget his face. I trampled that too, though I almost took his eye out cause his face was slippery. Oops.

:) Rapture