What a lovely day! A day during which, dear viewer, you are permitted to hear My steps and watch Me stride forth in My exquisite extreme platform Louboutins. I walk away from you, My beautiful toes displayed and colour co-ordinating with My delightful red soles and My luscious red lips. My vertiginous heels power Me towards the fortunate submissive, positioned as instructed by Me, kneeling with his hands out, flat on the floor.

The naked sl*ve Squishy kneels low and his hood doesn’t even rise as far as the hem of My skirt. This boy knows his place, and it is kneeling, naked, at My feet. My long legs, marvels of My many subs’ worlds, reinforce My natural beauty and Female dominance over the sl*ve.

This submissive m*le is given punishment by Me frequently. I discipline his c*ck and b*lls “all the time” as the wretch deserves. Indeed, My kicking, squashing, b*llbusting and cbt skills are so effective that this sl*ve has begun to like being punished in these ways. I know that the sub fantasises about My shoes crushing his b*lls and My feet slamming into his groin repeatedly. I instruct My sl*ve to look closely at My gorgeous feet and My beautiful Louboutin sandals and the sub drools “Amazing, Mistress!” This confirms My suspicions and I decide to realign the sub’s punishments. I will apply an approach that is “a l*ttle more extreme, a l*ttle more painful!”

I smile at the thought of having this sl*ve c*mpletely at My mercy; I will trample the sub’s hands, squishing his fingers, placing the sub back entirely under My control. I begin with My right foot, pressing the stunning Louboutin heels into the sl*ve’s hands. The sl*ve groans immediately, feeling My power through his hands and, at this stage, I am but teasing! I move My foot, moving it onto the sub’s fingers, turning the shoe’s sole into a harsh, cruel instrument of My dominance.

The sub sighs as pleasure turns to p*in and, with a quick dab of My left foot I obtain the truth from My boy “It feels painful, Mistress!” I laugh, pleased with My progress and the sl*ve bows his head before Me, struggling to deal with the p*in while he easily comprehends the lesson that I give him. This punishment may start gently but in no time at all it turns into overwhelming p*in and control. I continue and soon obtain squeals of p*in and consternation from the humbled m*le sl*ve.

My boy thanks Me and I confirm that I am dominating him “with the lightest of touches really!” So weak for Me, I warm to My play and enjoy regulating this sub, sustaining his obedience to Me. I move and apply My heels to the sl*ve’s other hand. A l*ttle pressure has the sub’s head drop to the floor in anguished worship. I press harder and the sl*ve groans as I crush his fingers into the floor. I walk across the sl*ve’s hands, and he thanks Me in tremulous, high-pitched tones – just as he would if I had kicked his nuts for ages!

I walk back over the sub’s hands “Ah, yes!!” and the sl*ve holds his breath, expelling a huge sigh only once the pressure points have been removed. I note that My feet are similar in size to the sl*ve’s hands and I question the amount of p*in that the sub is feeling. Despite the sl*ve’s protestations I do not relent. I do not want this sub to start enjoying his punishment and once more I walk over his hands as he cries out in consternation.

I continue the punishment, happy with the effectiveness. I have My boy turn his hands over, palms up and I crunch his hands into the dungeon floor. I plant My shoes on his hands and twist, removing the s*ffering sl*ve’s breath and causing him to rededicate himself to serving Me. The sub cr*cks and begs “Have mercy, Mistress!” and I know that he is learning, taking on board My feelings as his own. I am compassionate as ever and suggest, “Harder!” as I turn the pressure up.

My next acts of pedal control have sl*ve Squishy howling his thanks to Me. I have My boy kiss My feet, the instruments of his education and this formative experience. The sl*ve worships My feet, there is no pretence here, he is truly overcome, fully dominated. As he continues to kiss I apply a heel to his left palm and the wailing begins. I revel in the application of tiny amounts of pressure, then increasingly until this sl*ve learns and relearns his place.

As the sl*ve continues to kiss, his *ss as high in the air as his head is low, his useless genitals dangling, I literally stamp My authority into his red, sore hands. Heel marks appear on his skin, and I flatten his hands out, trampling them at My pleasure and leisure. What delicious feelings; the sl*ve’s cries of t*rment are just what I desired. I laugh at My boy and have him kiss the heels once more, thanking them for punishing him effectively. Pedal extremities, beautiful Louboutin sandals, I have demonstrated beautiful power and shown no mercy.

Stilettos Trampling Female Domination HAND TRAMPLED BENEATH MY TOES SL*VE MEETS MY EXTREME PLATFORM LOUBOUTINS with C4s.com