My slave lies beneath me, face forward, ready his evening face trample. Tonight will be no different as I stomp, and mash his face into mush! All my weight balances atop his nose as he suffers in silence. Of course, I take a moment to stand full weight on top of this throat, debating whether I should let him breath or not before stamping back down on his face.

My slave lies beneath me, face forward, ready his evening face trample. Tonight will be no different as I stomp, and mash his face into mush! All my weight balances atop his nose as he suffers in silence. Of course, I take a moment to stand full weight on top of this throat, debating whether I should let him breath or not before stamping back down on his face.