girlstomping

sometimes you just want to step on a girl, or in this case a dumb little slave slut. put your foot on her back and feel her tremble under you, hear that little SQUEAK that means "i'm scared!" and "i'm wet!" grind her bratty, back-sassing face into the floor - okay, in this case i had her on a mattress - with your bare foot. "don't KISS it, slut. lick."

girl-stomping, the exhilaration of having grade-A whimpering slave meat under your feet. prying her legs open with yours, kicking her wet cunt, SMACK - with the top of your foot, of course, safety first! is there any greater expression of a slut's submission than your foot on her neck?

in my first annual space pervolympics, that's the main event: the twenty-meter bitch trample. twenty meters of girl meat lined up feet-to-head. that's a key idea, after all, feet to head. before you can step onto the next slave, you gotta shove your foot into the last girl's mouth. it's like hurdles.

for my slut, the decathalon continued with her snug in the ropes while she screamed and cried and growled at my hot canestipes on her feet. my own beautiful feet get worshipped, they get your eager tongue, they get to stroll wherever they please, which is all over this squirming slut toy. what your slave feet get is the cane, and the cane, and the cane. what kind of justice is this, slut?

don't worry, slut, i'll be generous enough to let you come at the end, holding up the hitachi wand so you can rub yourself against it. i watch your ass grind while i play with myself. excuse me, slut, i need to borrow this for a minute. you don't mind, do you?

of course not. all you care about right now is coming, you little beast. but i'm not done yet. you know this game: it's called "you don't come til i do." life is unfair, huh? but the more i watch that ass grind, the more desperate your greedy moans get, the closer i come to jizzing all over the place. come for me, slut.