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For Valentine's Day, I had My slave already strapped down tight on the floor – hands pinned to his sides, feet bound together, unlocked, balls screwed securely into the trample table, gagged with the panties I'd worn all day, and blindfolded so he could only feel what was coming. My gift to him? A full session of ball destruction under My favorite shoes. I started in cute high heel wedges, stepping onto his cock and mostly his balls, gradually adding more weight until I stood full weight right on them – making him scream through the gag in pure agony. Next came My black boots with thicker heels, planting both feet and pressing down harder and harder until his muffled cries filled the room again. Then the pink heels with the delicate bow and thin sharp heel – same ruthless buildup, full weight on his balls until he screamed louder than before. To finish, I kicked off everything and stood barefoot, sexy white toenails on display, grinding My full weight directly onto his swollen, wrecked balls one last time. No mercy, no escape – just My perfect Valentine's crush owning every inch of his pain and denial. Locked right back up afterward, throbbing and marked by My feet.