Hiking Boots Femdom
Slaves suffer under their mistresses' hiking boots
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Madame Marissa wanted her hiking boots licked before she used them to trample the shit out of this slave. She had had enough of him and his behaviors. She had asked him to change many times before but he did not and she had no option but to punish him and so the mistress cruelly ensured that he felt the pain and that he cried and begged her for mercy.
Madame Marissa needed to test her new hiking boots before she used them. Her slave had just messed up and pissed her off so she had the chance to both punish him and also test out her hiking boots. That is why she did what she had to do and she made him cry as she used the hiking boots to trample him all over his body. It was painful.
Madame Marissa needed to find a way to dominate this guy and have him cry. That is exactly what she did to the guy and she used her hiking boots to do it. The mistress felt that the best thing to do to him was to use crush him and she even went ahead to do it with the help of her friend. They crushed every inch of his body.
Madame Marissa did not like how her hiking partner was behaving. He was slowing her down and making it harder for them to continue hiking. She had to complete the hike and she did not like what he did. That is why she chose torture as well as degrade the guy with her hiking boots. He was crushed and trampled until he agreed to stop wasting her time and slowing her down.
Madame Marissa needed to use her hiking boots to hand trample this loser. He had shown disdain to her and she did not like that. She had to punish him and she had to torture him so that he learned to stop doing those things. It was more painful than the guy thought it would be and he cried at what she did. And that is how he learned his lesson.
Madame Marissa was informed by a loser that they had no experience with trampling. In response, Madame Marissa claimed to have mercy and promised only to use flat shoes. However, little did the loser know that Madame Marissa's hiking boots may be flat-soled but remained painful. Madame Marissa proceeded to trample the loser fiercely, leaving visible imprints on their skin. The assault continued until the entire chest area of the loser was covered in imprints and bruises.
I try to hold back a groan as the girl steps down harder on my palms. The sharp soles of her hiking boots prick into my skin, leaving tiny punctures that send shivers down my spine. I keep my eyes closed and focus on the sensation of her weight pressing down on me. It's strange how something that hurts so much can also be so exhilarating. As she shifts her weight, I feel a surge of pain shoot up my arms. The sound of her breathing is the only thing I can hear over the pounding of my heart in my ears. Every time she takes a step, the pressure on my hands increases, until it feels like they're being crushed under her feet. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she steps off my hands and moves away. I open my eyes and stare at the deep indentations left by her soles. They'll be there for days, I know, reminding me of this bizarre but exciting experience. Despite the pain, I can't help but smile. There's nothing quite like the rush of adrenaline that comes from submitting to someone else's will, even if it means enduring a little discomfort along the way.
Madame Marissa comes home with her hiking boots pretty dirty - and she'll use your face to clean them on! She's going to trample all over your pathetic face and doesn't give a dime about your well-being. It's not her problem your face is getting destroyed by the rough brutal soles of her boots - as long as they're clean in the end! And maybe you'll be lucky and get a good view of her long legs and fantastic ass before she tramples you into a pulp!
