I love trampling on my slave, especially when I’m wearing my biker boots, which have really hard soles. He suffered with every step I took on him, and the pain increased considerably when I crushed his head and face. I left some lovely footprints on him. With these boots, I didn’t give him a moment’s respite; I sank my heels into his body and jumped mercilessly on his stomach and chest. Whilst I was crushing him beneath me, I took the opportunity to take a few photos of him, which I’ll show to my friends.