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<blockquote data-quote="Mistress Legs" data-source="post: 97549" data-attributes="member: 20331"><p>My heels click loudly on the parquet floor as I slowly approach the mirror. Black tights tightly hug every curve of my long legs and rustle so pleasantly when I move. The sharp heels of my shoes stops are right in front of your face. I catch your gaze in the reflection and my lips curl into a cold smile, because I know what is about to happen. And you seem to have already guessed and try to be so brave.</p><p></p><p>- Crawl under my feet and turn over on your back! - my voice cuts the air like a silk whip. - Quickly!</p><p></p><p>You are tied hand and foot, so you can only crawl like a worm on the carpet, to the place where a little torture by my feet awaits you. My heels are already eager to dig into your body.</p><p></p><p>- Closer!</p><p></p><p>You crawl under my feet and my high heels are on either side of your head. I put my foot on your shoulder and pressing lightly with the sole of my shoe, making you feel the weight and prepare a little for the real trampling.</p><p></p><p>- You dreamed about this, right? - I laugh, running my heel along your cheek, leaving a cold strip.</p><p></p><p>I put my foot on your chest, the stiletto immediately presses into your skin, but I haven't even begun to transfer the weight of my body onto you yet.</p><p></p><p>- Count to three!</p><p></p><p>1... You feel how my nylon feet are slightly sweaty, because I'm also a little nervous.</p><p>2... My heel begins to dig into your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt.</p><p>3... Arghhhh....</p><p></p><p>- Don't even think about screaming or starting to twitch!</p><p></p><p>I hear your muffled sigh and moan as my weight shifts completely to the leg on your chest. It only takes a two seconds for me to step my other leg on your body and slightly redistribute my weight, but I see how at that moment you are making every effort not to moan louder. It seems that it is not as easy to be a doormat under the Mistress in high heels as you thought in your fantasies? You hold your breath and strain every muscle to support my weight. I smile and begin to stomping on your chest, periodically deliberately shifting my body weight to the heels, driving them deeper into your body.</p><p></p><p>- So, do you still like being my doormat right now? - I lean towards you, shifting my body weight to the tip of my shoes, giving you a little respite and quietly whisper </p><p></p><p>- This is just warm-up, the real trampling is still ahead, do you think you can handle it? </p><p></p><p>You yourself begged me to make you my doormat, well, now your dream come true. My heels will not spare you and I will trample you until you start beg me to stop. And then... I will not stop, but will continue to trample you further until I myself get tired and decide that you have had enough. Because my doormat cannot tell me when to stomp on it and when not to, otherwise you are not a doormat.</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]707526[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mistress Legs, post: 97549, member: 20331"] My heels click loudly on the parquet floor as I slowly approach the mirror. Black tights tightly hug every curve of my long legs and rustle so pleasantly when I move. The sharp heels of my shoes stops are right in front of your face. I catch your gaze in the reflection and my lips curl into a cold smile, because I know what is about to happen. And you seem to have already guessed and try to be so brave. - Crawl under my feet and turn over on your back! - my voice cuts the air like a silk whip. - Quickly! You are tied hand and foot, so you can only crawl like a worm on the carpet, to the place where a little torture by my feet awaits you. My heels are already eager to dig into your body. - Closer! You crawl under my feet and my high heels are on either side of your head. I put my foot on your shoulder and pressing lightly with the sole of my shoe, making you feel the weight and prepare a little for the real trampling. - You dreamed about this, right? - I laugh, running my heel along your cheek, leaving a cold strip. I put my foot on your chest, the stiletto immediately presses into your skin, but I haven't even begun to transfer the weight of my body onto you yet. - Count to three! 1... You feel how my nylon feet are slightly sweaty, because I'm also a little nervous. 2... My heel begins to dig into your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. 3... Arghhhh.... - Don't even think about screaming or starting to twitch! I hear your muffled sigh and moan as my weight shifts completely to the leg on your chest. It only takes a two seconds for me to step my other leg on your body and slightly redistribute my weight, but I see how at that moment you are making every effort not to moan louder. It seems that it is not as easy to be a doormat under the Mistress in high heels as you thought in your fantasies? You hold your breath and strain every muscle to support my weight. I smile and begin to stomping on your chest, periodically deliberately shifting my body weight to the heels, driving them deeper into your body. - So, do you still like being my doormat right now? - I lean towards you, shifting my body weight to the tip of my shoes, giving you a little respite and quietly whisper - This is just warm-up, the real trampling is still ahead, do you think you can handle it? You yourself begged me to make you my doormat, well, now your dream come true. My heels will not spare you and I will trample you until you start beg me to stop. And then... I will not stop, but will continue to trample you further until I myself get tired and decide that you have had enough. Because my doormat cannot tell me when to stomp on it and when not to, otherwise you are not a doormat. [ATTACH type="full"]707526[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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