Claudia gets ready to go out, but first she has to clean her beautiful white pumps, because the soles and heels are dirty. She has a very specific idea in mind: to use her slave's face as a real doormat. Without any consideration for his well-being, she places her stockinged feet on his face. Slowly, she begins to walk on it, pressing each step with cruel precision. Her slave's face bends under the pressure, his cheeks redden and his eyes close in pain. But Claudia doesn't care.
She rubs her feet violently on his nose and mouth, imitating the movements one would make on a doormat. Her s...

Claudia gets ready to go out, but first she has to clean her beautiful white pumps, because the soles and heels are dirty. She has a very specific idea in mind: to use her slave's face as a real doormat. Without any consideration for his well-being, she places her stockinged feet on his face. Slowly, she begins to walk on it, pressing each step with cruel precision. Her slave's face bends under the pressure, his cheeks redden and his eyes close in pain. But Claudia doesn't care.
She rubs her feet violently on his nose and mouth, imitating the movements one would make on a doormat. Her slave's grimaces of pain only increase her determination. No matter how much pain she inflicts on him, only one thing matters to her: that her pumps are impeccable.
Each rub, each crush of her foot on her slave's skin brings her closer to her goal. Finally, satisfied with the result, she looks at it with an air of triumph before leaving the room, her pumps sparkling clean.