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How wonderful it is to stomp all over My slave. We love treating him just like a dirty doormat that lives under My feet. My spiked brogue make their mark as I dig them into his squishy slave body. Our full body weight putting serious pressure on the slave lungs, I'm surprised he can manage to grunt, whimper and gasp in pain as much as he does. I don't want this slave to forget that he is nothing but an inferior insect stuck under our boots. He will kiss the soles of them, to show Me what a lowly bitch he really is. I wonder if he will survive the jumping, being used as My personal trampoline, or will he end up as just another squashed bug under Our boots?