Lady Dark Angel approaches her slave who is lying facedown on the wooden floor at Valhalla Chambers. Arms folded, her thigh high boots are soon bearing down on the man’s hand, moving about distributing the lady’s weight eventually onto both hands and asking if it was the cracking of bones that could be heard. Walking around the man, her heels clicking against the floor, a sure way to work on her slave’s mind before her sharp heel is upon the man’s back, digging into the flesh bringing forth responsive sounds from the slave. Lady Dark Angel ensures she is working her heel into the man’s back...

Lady Dark Angel approaches her slave who is lying facedown on the wooden floor at Valhalla Chambers. Arms folded, her thigh high boots are soon bearing down on the man’s hand, moving about distributing the lady’s weight eventually onto both hands and asking if it was the cracking of bones that could be heard. Walking around the man, her heels clicking against the floor, a sure way to work on her slave’s mind before her sharp heel is upon the man’s back, digging into the flesh bringing forth responsive sounds from the slave. Lady Dark Angel ensures she is working her heel into the man’s back, the sounds he is making very much picturing the scene. Both heels are soon at work on the slave’s back, testing the man’s resilience and devotion

Back and forth the weight is transferred between heels before Lady Dark Angel comes off the man’s back only to use a single stiletto and flat of her boot, concentrating the weight onto a smaller more specific and concentrated area. The man who had intimated to his mistress that he loved her heels must be revelling in his condition or perhaps regretting he ever opened his mouth. Then the lady leaps onto the slave’s back, loving the feel of the stilettos as by their weight, they sink into the skin of her slave. The man’s moans and screams ever more pronounced as the process of trampling continues

Lady Dark Angel moves her pointed stilettos about the man’s back wondering if she could raise memorable evidence of her intent. The slave thanks his mistres but not before Lady Dark Angel mounts the back of his hands weighing down upon them with the flat of her boots. The slave has then to kiss the long sharp heels which of course he does with slavish devotion