I went looking for a Band aid for the raw broken blister on my finger. The damn whip kept rubbing my flesh as I whipped the shit out of a worthless slave. His ass was red and scared from my anger with him but,to my dismay I was punished also as the whip's handle tore into my finger. This doesn't usually happen, I guess I was really getting into it. Walking through the hall I saw a crowd gathered by the fireplace. I heard the moans of someone being tortured. To take my mind off my sore finger I decided to watch. There was Mistress Cherri stomping the shit out of someone. I later discovered it was Mr. Carpet as I watched and enjoyed the torture. When I saw Mistress Cherri jump on his stomach with spiked heeled shoes and the damage she was doing I wanted to seek revenge for my pain. I decided that Mr. Carpet would do the trick.
I always wanted to trample him, as he has invited me more than once. Trampling isn't one of my specialties and I've been a bit nervous about doing it. At 5' 8" and 140 lbs I am not tiny. Seeing me, Mistress Cherri invited me to join the fun. Mr. Carpet was in a bit of pain, so I figured I'd try it with bare feet first. I guess I soothed his wounds as my cold feet trampled and scuffed at his flesh. At first I had a hard time finding my balance, that's the trick to it I guess. The body beneath me wobbled and jiggled at my movements. I felt strange as muscles tightened beneath my feet. The soles of my feet became warm from the sweat off his body, and it felt good!
He took my full weight and accepted my every footstep. After a bit of practice I got the hang of it. Mistress Cherri held my hands to help steady me as I trampled him. I was enjoying myself, this was better than the metal floor stepper I had at home to exercise with. I felt my leg muscles getting tight from the walking, trying to hold me upright without falling. I placed more and more weight on my bare heels, I felt them sink into his body. I felt his heart beat in my feet, talk about weird, letting me know a human was below me. It's something to experience, Mistresses or Females who love high heels you have to try it. I trampled him harder and deeper as I went. "Time to try it in heels?" Mistress Cherri asked, "Ok" I said "Why not?"
My High Heels lay on the floor, they were black, four straps secured them to my beautiful feet. They contained four and one inch of thick heel. Quite the pedestal for a dominant mistress to stand on. Soon the pedestal would be depressed deeply into a human body crushing guts under my weight. The sole of the heel was about two inches in a horse shoe shape. These should leave some interesting brands from me on Mr. Carpet. I thought this would be a bit different than whip and paddle welts I'm used to administering. I could feel the pain being administered! This was something different, when the whip or paddle hits flesh it's a sharp instant. One doesn't feel the pain except for the jarring in the handle of the whip or paddle. You almost feel the cracking noise, but not the jerking of the body to the pain. Stepping on the body allows the Mistress to experience and feel all she administers with the sharp heels. I was anxious yet apprehensive, I didn't know I would love it!
Females and dominants if you want to try something exciting contact Mr Carpet for a trampling session, you'll love it. He can take a lot of pain and he makes for good leg exercise, so I found out. Try it you'll like it!
I ordered Mister Carpet to lay there and put my heels on. He loved them as he licked the tops and soles deeply as if begging for mercy. I had a large audience watching, and I couldn't give up my Mistress Dominance this easily. I will admit I felt a bit squeamish stepping on him with high heels. Mistress Cherri prompted that she would stand by in the event I needed her to help me balance on him. I walked around his body for a short time, many thought I was teasing him as I did so. Stopping, I placed my heel slightly in the center of his stomach. I pushed at the heel to test the spot, he felt soft as I probed his stomach. I applied some weight slowly testing where I was about to penetrate him. I began to feel his heart beat echoing through my heel as I went into him deeper and deeper.
Then, I just did it, I stepped up on him, slamming my other high heel down on his chest as I lost my balance. I sort of did a little dance on him as I moved my high heels to and fro from toe to heel trying to get a balance. Mistress Cherri laughed in amusement at my new adventure. I fell off his stomach, landing on the floor with a loud whacking noise as my heels hit hard wood floor. Mr. Carpet grabbed his stomach in pain from my untrained trampling. I was pissed that this form of punishment was not in my control.
I ordered him to lay there, straight and accept my punishment again. It grew very quiet as my voice echoed through the room, being the bitch once again. No one or no thing gets the better of me, were my thoughts. Mr. Carpet was in for the stomping of his life, I decided to be good at it. I fell off the horse and now I'm getting back on. I walked dominantly toward his shaking body, he knew his fate. I stomped on him in the stomach stepping sternly on his stomach and chest. I reached out for Mistress Cherri to hold my balance. I trampled with heel and toe as Mr Carpet's body tightened and shook beneath me. He was moaning and begging me to stop, he was surely hurting. After the stomping Mistress Cherri just gave him with sharp spiked heels, I, was surely the pain he deserved for making a fool out of me. He won't beg me to trample him too soon again I can assure you of that. Mistress Cherri was getting so turned on with my stomping she joined in. We both finished him off with our heels. What a sight as I looked down, my heels were leaving horse shoe marks all over him as Mistress Cherri cut him with her heels. Mr. Carpet was screaming by now but we continued to the applause of our audience. They love it, Mr Carpet was in so much agony we finally stopped and both stepped off leaving a pile of withering flesh on the floor. Mr. Carpet was curled in a fetal position in a ball of agony. I asked if he was ok, he shook his head, begging "NO MORE"! We laughed as we walked away leaving him there to tend to his wounds.
He lay there for awhile regaining his composure, he never bothered anyone for a taste of their heels the rest of the party. I saw him a few days later at the Pocono Dungeon, as he stops in for casual visits. He was quite bruised, we did a good job on him. He commented that I was good and he did like it even though the pain. I studied his stomach, heel marks were still present, yellow, red, and black bruises were present. Strange also were broken veins, they were blue streaks on his flesh... interesting. He mentioned it wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last for this form of play. He said he would be back to normal in a week or so as his body heals very rapidly. I said good, then let's practice again, he gave me the wildest look I've ever seen as I laughed at his gesture. I guess that was a NO, that's what he thinks, I'm the dominant, he is the doormat.
Besides I know he loves it and in a week's time he will be begging me to do it again. Then I'll make him wait.
I'm here slaves, write me, call me, let's get together. Got a fetish or punishment you desire or deserve? Let's explore it! You know who you are, get to it. I'm growing impatient waiting for you. Ask Mr. Carpet what that causes!
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