The doormat is ready. From the floor comes a faint voice: "Good evening Miss" but the doormats do not speak. The slave has a long tongue and an empty head, but now we think of him to silence him and the hour of his torment has arrived, a slow agony under our very sharp stiletto heels. Mistress Gaia and I will crush him. First we sink our heels into her soft belly. Still not quiet then to shut him up I get on the face hahahaha will no longer have the courage to say anything, while Gaia crushes his belly well. I get my moped shoes off and go up. Then we give the change. How disgusting is a ball of lard, my wonderful foot is swallowed up by all that lard. Then to complete the work while Gaia jumps on the flab I blurt his worthless crap for good.
Today my doormat is dressed for the party, with the t-shirt: "keep calm and traple me hard" I want to see right away if it's true. I approach slowly, to prolong its tension and first I clean the sole on his useless dick, then I move and get on top. I kiss my soles and while I trample him I close my mouth with my sole. I also crush his hands every part of him must end under my beautiful shoes heel 15. After a few minutes already begins to complain ... But I ignore his complaints and I go ahead sticking my heels in his belly
This evening I gave the order to my doormat to mount the post and lie down underneath. Me and Miss Gaia want to have some fun with him. We wear both of the beautiful black pumps with beautiful high heels, to leave a mark in the mind and body of our doormat. First I go, to begin to crush his useless balls well, then Gaia who completes our work trampling what is left of him. Miss Gaia points out to the doormat that has a horrible outfit, why did not he take off his pants and have something to hide them underneath? A shame ! He had to get ready as he knows we like it !! He had not taken off his pants because there is nothing underneath, nothing to hide.