We find Lady Bellatrix standing on her slave wearing an exquisite pair of thigh high boots and the slave seems to be loving it... outside of the screaming in pain part. She pushes all the weight onto her heels and laughs as the slave suffers out loud. She is the Queen of Mean after all. When she steps off she criticizes him for the lack of gratitude. She gets back on and asks if the sounds coming from him are the lyrics to a D Metal song. The slave just doesn't seem to appreciate the humor. "I get the impression you don't love my boots" she says and between scream he says "I love them my Qu...

We find Lady Bellatrix standing on her slave wearing an exquisite pair of thigh high boots and the slave seems to be loving it... outside of the screaming in pain part. She pushes all the weight onto her heels and laughs as the slave suffers out loud. She is the Queen of Mean after all. When she steps off she criticizes him for the lack of gratitude. She gets back on and asks if the sounds coming from him are the lyrics to a D Metal song. The slave just doesn't seem to appreciate the humor. "I get the impression you don't love my boots" she says and between scream he says "I love them my Queen."

She steps off and walks down between his legs and pushes the heel into his balls and cock. Poor slave can't seem to find his sub space. She walks around and tells him to open his mouth and she spits in it before stepping on him again. Good thing there are no neighbors for miles or they might send the police. She then sits on his face covering his mouth but leaving his nose exposed. She blows a fart that can only go up his nose. She lets out two more farts and says "If you don't like being trampled maybe you'll enjoy wallowing in my steamy farts instead." Those farts sound so wet and Bellatrix mentions she was eating cheesy nachos earlier. She then stands up and tells the slave to worship every inch of her boots and to make pig noises while doing it. She laughs at his snorts and calls him a pig and says he can lick her boots for an hour or get trampled some more. "I know he liked the trampling even though he didn't act like he did" she says and then says in fact she is going to make him the trample slave at the party on the weekend and she knows her BBW friends in particular will enjoy walking on him. "Would you like that?" she asks him and in his position he can only answer one way, saying yes he would.