“C*mpletely squashed and trampled, his c*ck lays on his body pathetically after each stomp of my boot”

My sl*ve is only good enough to l*ck the dirt from my boot and to be my doormat. I will be proving my dominance over him by trampling his body and b*lls with my large and heavy leather boots. I begin by instructing him to l*ck the toes of my boots clean with his tongue, and so he dutifully starts to l*ck and worship my boots, from the toes up the laces and to the top. He can taste leather and boot polish, and of course he can taste the dirt and dust my boots have collected from wearing them. I order him to start cleaning the other boot, and he needs a l*ttle encouragement to continue so I push his head down towards my other boot. I rub his face into the leather to ensure he understands his place as my boot cleaner.

Once I am satisfied with his boot cleaning, I take my sl*ve over to the suspension frame where he will be at my mercy under my boots. I instruct him to lay down, I steady my balance using the suspension frame and brush the sole of my boot over his outstretched tongue. He groans and tries to shake his head away, but my heavy boot keeps his head in place. I move my boot to his chest and bounce it slightly, testing his muscle firmness. I press my boot onto his abdomen and do the same. I move down to his groin, and as I hover my boot over his c*ck he begs me not to crush it! I slam my boot down onto his c*ck and grind it into his body- he throws his head back and groans in p*in much to my delight. My sl*ve grits his teeth and grunts as I continue to press on his c*ck and b*lls. I observe how his whole c*ck disappears under my boot! C*mpletely squashed and trampled, his c*ck lays on his body pathetically after each stomp of my boot. I press my boot between his legs directly onto his b*lls, and as I press his b*lls deeper into his body, his c*ck wiggles like a wet noodle! My sl*ve struggles under my large heavy boot and continues to groan in both p*in and humiliation.

I step over to his head and give him a peek up my skirt, but immediately trample on his b*lls again. Distracted by the p*in of his b*lls being crushed beneath my boot, he recognises that this is the only view of my p*ssy he will ever get! Now that he is accepting his place as my doormat, I grab the suspension frame and step onto his abs with all my voluptuous weight on one foot as he grunts and grits his teeth. I am enjoying using my doormat so much that I step onto him again with all my weight. To let my doormat rest a l*ttle, I tap my boot all over his body, pressing down over his muscles and standing astride his head for him to have a limited view of my p*ssy. I trample his c*ck again and it is like a magic trick, it c*mpletely disappears! My large boots cover his c*ck and b*lls c*mpletely, leaving some beautiful marks on his flesh. I tease the tip of his foreskin under my boot, then envelope his whole delicate package under my boot fully.

I drag the sole of my boot across his outstretched tongue, and he claims he can taste his c*ck on it! To ensure I don’t have any of his pathetic c*ck juice on my boots, I press harder as I drag my boot across his tongue to ensure no c*ck juice remains.

After ensuring every inch of my sl*ve has been trampled by my heavy leather boots, I leave my sl*ve laying on the floor until the next time I need to use him for my enjoyment. He has accepted his place under me as my doormat, only worthy to l*ck the dirt off my boots and be trampled on for my enjoyment.

Trample T*rment