There is nothing quite like standing on top some one and watch their struggle to breathe withstanding My weight. Crushing them down deep into the dirt under My feet is a pastime I relish and this is the first time this slave has experienced this in full ferocity. I drag him under the tractor and out of the baking sunshine. he is made to lie face down to start as I trample his body, mind and being into the dusty soil. his face smashed into the grass, he,must concentrate exceptionally hard on remaining composed and remembering to breathe. I start to jump, building rhythm and height with each ... Show more