Dressed in a tight black dress and wearing sharp stiletto court heels, I turn My pale little rug of a slave into nothing more than a surface to walk on. I walk across him like the useless object he is,I grind, and press down without mercy, humiliating him with every movement. He’s beneath Me where he belongs, taking the full weight of My perfect ebony body. I trample his chest, dig My heels into his soft belly, and even step on his hands, hearing him groan and scream in agony. Then, with a wicked grin, I go back to marching on his body and digging My heels. Every mark I leave is a signature of My ownership, proof that he exists to be used for My sadistic pleasure. By the time I’m done, his pale body is covered in angry red marks, each one a perfect imprint of My stiletto heel. His chest, belly, hands, and even his cock bear My signature, physical proof of his submission and My dominance. Used, humiliated, and utterly beneath Me, this pathetic little human carpet will remember the feeling of My heels long after the bruises fade... and I know he will be begging for more.
