Lazy slaves in my service do not remain so for long.

On a beautiful morning walk in the glorious outdoors, I catch my slave sunbathing and attempting to tan his pale, skinny body. So he wants a little colour in his skin, does he?

Immediately scolded and punished for his poor choices, I begin trampling and walking all over his body. My fringed, suede boots blow nicely in the outdoor air as I dig their sharp stiletto heels into his chest and back, giving him the added colour he seemed so desperate for a few moments ago. Red heel marks appear on him as I use him as my huma...

Lazy slaves in my service do not remain so for long.

On a beautiful morning walk in the glorious outdoors, I catch my slave sunbathing and attempting to tan his pale, skinny body. So he wants a little colour in his skin, does he?

Immediately scolded and punished for his poor choices, I begin trampling and walking all over his body. My fringed, suede boots blow nicely in the outdoor air as I dig their sharp stiletto heels into his chest and back, giving him the added colour he seemed so desperate for a few moments ago. Red heel marks appear on him as I use him as my human carpet, to trample and punish as I see fit.

Pressing my boot sole down on to his head, he feels the hard ground pushing up from underneath him, with no escape and no hope of mercy despite his pathetic pleas.

He faced my boots before and should know better.