We’re all set for the gala party, dressed to the nines in long gowns and high heels. At the bottom of the staircase, our doormat lies waiting for us, with another servant standing beside him. We descend the steps slowly, keen to savour our sexy catwalk – especially as it will end on top of our human doormat. One by one, we trample on him and wipe the soles of our shoes and heels on his T-shirt. The sharp heels of our gorgeous designer shoes sink into his stomach. He’s suffering beneath us; his grimaces and whimpers amuse us. After coming down the steps, we trample on him once more, greatly increasing his suffering and pain. Before reaching the party, we gather round him and start poking his body with our heels. His stomach, chest and hands are tormented beneath our shoes, and his suffering grows ever greater. Before leaving, we decide to take one last catwalk across his body. We leave him at the bottom of the stairs, aching all over and sweating from the ordeal he’s endured.....