The slave is helplessly locked in the facetrampling box and I'm walking back and forth on it with my nice warm CAT boots. I explain to him, that I've been wearing the same socks in these for a whole week - and that I'll make him smell them next! He knows how much they're going to stink and begs me not to smell them ... ok ... maybe it's then better if I just trample his face under my boots and make him lick the filthy soles?! He really should've known better ... after a few minutes of making him suffer under my boot soles, I take them off and continue to trample all over his face with my stinky socks. I just love how helpless he is in this box - and how I can do anything I want with him!
