ITALIAN LANGUAGE I went out to dinner with my personal slave, it was our anniversary because I have owned him for 2 years. I walked a lot with my beautiful pumps and stepped on everything in the street, in the restaurant and in the toilets. Now he is in front of me and we are ready to end the evening in the best way. As he watches me from below, I impose on him the soles to clean and lick and the heels to suck. He has to get all the dirt off my shoes. For me he would do anything but I have a nice surprise in mind for him today. I have been wearing since this morning my fabulous Wolfor...
ITALIAN LANGUAGE I went out to dinner with my personal slave, it was our anniversary because I have owned him for 2 years. I walked a lot with my beautiful pumps and stepped on everything in the street, in the restaurant and in the toilets. Now he is in front of me and we are ready to end the evening in the best way. As he watches me from below, I impose on him the soles to clean and lick and the heels to suck. He has to get all the dirt off my shoes. For me he would do anything but I have a nice surprise in mind for him today. I have been wearing since this morning my fabulous Wolford tights that he gave me for this special evening. I slip the shoes off and let him feel the warmth and aroma they give off with his mouth and nose. He likes it, I know him well and he would spend hours with his face under my sheer feet! But this time he will taste my collatns through the kicks I give him in the face. I get him into position and he gets the first kicks with one foot, then the other and then both!!! Slowly he tends to move away from my divine extremities and I find it difficult to hit him with the right power and precision so I decide to put his collar on him. I hold him close to me and start kicking his face again with increasing intensity. My veiled feet are one with him, I imprint them well on his face. The last few blows make him falter and he can hardly stay in position. With one last stomp I throw him to the ground, showing him the veiled feet that have slaughtered him.
DOMINAZIONE CON I PIEDI DOPO CENA Sono uscita a cena con il mio schiavo personale, era il nostro anniversario perchè da 2 anni è di mia proprietà. Ho camminato tanto con le mie bellissime décolleté e ho calpestato di tutto in strada, al ristorante e nei bagni. Ora è di fronte a me e siamo pronti a terminare la serata nel modo migliore. Mentre mi osserva dal basso gli impongo le suole da pulire e leccare ed i tacchi da succhiare. Deve togliere tutto lo sporco dalle mie scarpe. Per me farebbe di tutto ma io oggi ho in mente una bella sorpresa per lui. Sto indossando da questa mattina i miei favolosi collants della Wolford che mi ha regalato per questa serata speciale. Mi faccio sfilare le scarpe e gli faccio sentire con la bocca ed il naso il calore e l'aroma che emanano. Gli piace, lo conosco bene e starebbe ore con la faccia sotto i miei piedi velati! Ma questa volta assaporerà i miei collatns attraverso i calci che gli darò in faccia. Lo faccio mettere in posizione e gli arrivano i primi calci con un piede, poi con l'altro e poi con tutti e due!! Lentamente tende ad allontanarsi dalle mie divine estremità e mi risulta difficile riuscire a centrarlo con la giusta potenza e precisione cosi decido di mettergli il suo collare. Lo tengo stretto a me e ricomicio a calciargli la faccia con sempre maggiore instensità. I miei piedi velati sono una cosa sola con lui, glieli imprimo bene sul viso. Gli ultimi colpi lo fanno vacillare ed a stento riesce a stare fermo in posizione. Con una ultima pedata lo butto a terra mostrandogli le piante velate che lo hanno massacrato.
