Extrem Trampling Husband Slave Videos!

My mistress has bought some new shoes. High heels, of course. She showed them to me, parading in her new red stiletto heels, her pumps with spike heels. The shoes are terrific, but in my breast my heart stops, because I know what way she will choose to 'test' her new shoes. She will make a short trip; on my ass and my back!

Without her having to give me the express order, I undress, until I'm naked. Then I lie down, on the carpet in front of the sofa. I can hear her laughing, because I go to my trampling like a lamb to the slaughterhouse. And that's exactly the way I feel. I hate trampling - but I endure it. I have to, because she loves it. I can feel the cool sole of her high heels on my buttocks. So far it doesn't hurt; she always begins her trampling by seeking the support of the couch.

That's why I don't feel her whole weight. Yet. But it will come, I am sure of that. With small, tiny steps she walks along my buttock, my thighs, my back. Her weight increases, the longer the trampling lasts. Slowly, she let's go of the couch. And then, triumphantly, my mistress stands on me, firmly, with her whole weight, legs put far apart, showing me who really is on top of us both!