Sl*ve P is restrained tightly to the b*ndage board in the middle of my chambers, the sound of my Pleaser platform boots echo around the room. We both know he is here for only one purpose today, he is here for my pleasure.

Seeing as I am wearing such stunning super high boots it would be a shame not to put them to use, I adore watching P s*ffer and squirm beneath me, after all. I step onto his chest and test the pressure of the heels and soles against his skin. I rub the heel and soles against his chest a l*ttle harder as he squirms and struggles to contain himself. Sl*ve P is beginning to realise just how cruel my boots can be... I instruct my sl*ve to l*ck my boots, encouraging him to turn his head as far as he can to worship them to my satisfaction. After he manages a few l*cks I continue the painful trample t*rment taking great pleasure in digging my heel into his vulnerable b*lls. He continues to squirm and I grab the base of his ballsack in my hand, squeezing tightly as I explain that his b*lls are mine to do with as I please.

Bright red marks begin appearing on my sl*ves skin from the rough sole and sharp heel of my patent boots. He groans and twists his body when the sole of my boot presses into his c*ck, toying with his vulnerable appendage. The harder he struggles, the harder I press my boot into him. I sit on the floor in front of him and instruct him to open his legs; both of my boots press hard into his c*ck and b*lls and he writhes around in t*rment. We need to build his p*in tolerance, so I continue to press into his b*lls whilst I enjoy his pathetic cries in agony. I move to behind his head and trample the side of his face, pressing his head against the floor. He can’t escape this t*rment and there is no mercy in here...

Sl*ve P begs me to stop but we are not finished yet. I order him to worship my boots as I tower over him; he twists his head as far as he can so that his tongue makes contact with the PVC of my boots, moaning as he does it. I find his efforts pathetic, so I make things a l*ttle harder for him and instruct him to worship the other boot- which is just out of his reach! He strains his body in an attempt to l*ck the platform boot, but barely makes contact. His attempts are c*mpletely useless and pathetic, unsatisfactory to my cruel desires therefore I decide to ramp up the t*rment by ensuring his b*lls and c*ck are c*mpletely ruined...

TIED DOWN AND TRAMPLED