I love to trample and use a slave as My personal carpet, rug and doormat. I don't pay any attention to his cries of pain and his begging to stop, I am having far too much fun pinning him to the ground under my high heels. My full body weight is concentrated to the small circle of the stiletto heel. Obviously he will be covered in bruises from these painful points of pressure. I find it very amusing to tease the carpet with a view of My perfect arse whilst I use My heels like a dagger to dig into his flesh. The fact that the actual floor is extremely filthy under the human carpet just ads to...

I love to trample and use a slave as My personal carpet, rug and doormat. I don't pay any attention to his cries of pain and his begging to stop, I am having far too much fun pinning him to the ground under my high heels. My full body weight is concentrated to the small circle of the stiletto heel. Obviously he will be covered in bruises from these painful points of pressure. I find it very amusing to tease the carpet with a view of My perfect arse whilst I use My heels like a dagger to dig into his flesh. The fact that the actual floor is extremely filthy under the human carpet just ads to the humiliation of the human doormat. Let's be honest, a slave is only fit to be used as a mat to wipe My shoes on, in fact it is a privilege and I demand proper gratitude from any piece of carpet lucky enough to be under My feet.

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