Hiking Boots Femdom
Slaves suffer under their mistresses' hiking boots
Madame Marissa had an issue with this guy and she needed to ensure that he learned to stay in his lane and that he was put in his place. That is why she had to do what she does best and she used her hiking boots to torture him and send a cruel as well as painful message to him. The message got home and he did what she wanted.
Madame Marissa had an issue with this new slave and she felt that it was important for her to use her dirty hiking boots to torture him. That is why she went out of her way to dominate as well as degrade him with her hiking boots. The mistress sat back and had a great time as she watched him struggle to do the things that she wanted him to do.
Madame Marissa felt that she had to test the slave's pain threshold because she wanted to teach him a lesson and do it in a way that he would never forget. The mistress knew how to go about it and that is why she used her hiking boots femdom to get what she wanted. And she loved the fact that she got what she wanted at the end of it all.
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.
Lady Scarlet did not want to let this guy go without being punished. He had done things which she did not like and she felt that if she did not punish him, he would get used to messing up and not expecting punishment. That is why she chose to make him lick her dirty hiking boots and she also used the same boots to trample him. He cried but she did not care.
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.
