Up next in my clinic: A strength test with a difference.

This unsuspecting m*le has been sent to me for a medical, his employer seems to be almost as sadistic as me as the list of challenges I am required to subject him to is extensive and br*tal.

Upon entering my consultation room, P looks pathetic and weak. He informs me that he does not know anything about the test or what it entails. This poor boy has no idea what he is letting himself in for...

After informing him that the safety of his job relies entirely upon him passing this test, I order him to strip whilst I take great pleasure in his discomfort. Once naked, his eyes stare firmly at the ground. No doubt my sexy formal attire teamed with 'So Kate' Louboutin heels has him feeling more than a l*ttle vulnerable in my presence.

I order P to lie on his back and I tease his pathetic l*ttle c*ck with my stiletto heel, crushing it beneath my beautiful shoes brings me great amusement. I begin our strength test by grinding my sharp stiletto heels into his chest, my weak subject instantly squeals and squirms. My stomps to his chest only further his s*ffering, he writhes around in agony, pleading for the test to stop. Unfortunately for him, I am not here to care.

My next area of testing involves me standing on P's head and neck, judging by his performance in the previous test I am not hopeful he will succeed here. I push my foot down onto the side of his head, bouncing his skull onto the hard floor. I wouldn't let it be known to him, but the repetitive busting of his head and face is such a turn on! Stamping hard on his chest, I ensure his skin matches the scarlet red of my Louboutins soles. I fully crush him under my petite but ruthless feet.

P is ordered to lie on his front. I jump, trample and stomp on his back, ensuring every bit of his flesh has br*tal p*in inflicted upon it. Again, I place his head under my foot and push down firmly, crushing his skull beneath my feet before standing on his throat and restricting his breath.

I allow a brief moment to kiss the very feet that are testing him so cruelly before ordering him back onto his back.

I dig my stilettos into him once again, his screams echoing through my Chambers. This doesn’t deter me at all, in fact it makes me want to crush him harder.

P's final test of the day is the one I am certain he will struggle with the most: Having his b*lls crushed beneath my shoes. I position my shiny bl*ck patent shoe over his b*lls and I press down, relishing in sensation of c*mpletely crushing his testicles. A few hard kicks to the c*ck has him hard in no time, naturally the filthy p*rvert is punished for his inappropriate behaviour in my clinic.

After feeling my stiletto in the side of his head, and g*gging on the point of my shoe, I order P to dress himself. I am not quite done with him yet, however. His sweat slicked skin makes it difficult for me to trample him as br*tally as I would like. The resistance of his clothes should enable me to complete the test to my satisfaction.

Ordered back to the floor one final time, I crush and trample P's chest. Full weight and wearing my merciless stilettos, the excruciating p*in takes his breath away.

His test result is a fail. The verdict: weak and pathetic. Perhaps his employer will send him back to me for further training... I can hope!

A STRENGTH TEST WITH A DIFFERENCE