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Today my slave serves as nothing more than a human doormat under my feet. He had been begging for so long for me to trample him… so I finally decided to fulfill his dirty little wish in a way he'll remember for a very long time. I approached him in my high heels, slowly running the sharp heel across his chest… but today is not the day for heels. Today I will trample him with my bare, warm, smelly feet. I wore thin leggings on purpose so he could feel every inch of my skin. My soles slide over his face, my toes slip into his mouth… and then I step fully onto his face. At first I hold onto the table to let him adjust to my weight. But soon I start putting my entire body weight on his face again and again. He is just a rug. My personal doormat. The floor beneath my feet. His face flattens, his nose gets crushed, his cheeks deform under my soles. It's hard for him. Extremely hard. But he must endure. He must hold my weight. He must be a good doormat for his Mistress.