Hiking Boots Femdom
Slaves suffer under their mistresses' hiking boots
All articles tagged with "Hiking Boots Trampling"
Madame Marissa needed to use her hiking boots and make them a punishment tool. She did not hesitate to do it and it was a lot of fun for her as she cruelly trampled and stomped on this guy until he cried like a little baby. The guy cried and wished that he had never messed with her but she ignored him and she went on torturing him for fun.
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!
