My slave seems a little apprehensive today about being my human carpet. It's a shame just how little I care about his enjoyment (or lack there of). This needs to happen. I have brand new ballet flats that need to have the tread filled w/ his skin before I can bring them out on the street.

He winces and groans while I take a stroll down his backside. It isn't until I tell him to turn over that I remember why he is so sad. His little dick is locked up in a steel chastity device making sure he doesn't enjoy one second of his trampling. It wasn't my weight crushing him into the floor th... Show more