Miss Dayana loves to feel a bound boy under Her feet. Even more, She loves to feel him struggle under Her weight as She tramples him underfoot. Here She has such a boy ready to be used, nothing but a doormat for Her to step on. She can feel his breath as She steps on his chest, the struggle to get air into his lungs. Locked in chastity, he can’t even enjoy the spectacular view he has. All he gets is used and frustrated, just like the object he is.

Miss Dayana loves to feel a bound boy under Her feet. Even more, She loves to feel him struggle under Her weight as She tramples him underfoot. Here She has such a boy ready to be used, nothing but a doormat for Her to step on. She can feel his breath as She steps on his chest, the struggle to get air into his lungs. Locked in chastity, he can’t even enjoy the spectacular view he has. All he gets is used and frustrated, just like the object he is.