Bare feet. Full Weight. No Mercy - Dressed in tight leather leggings, I put him exactly where he belongs. Under My feet. I slowly trample across his body barefoot, letting him feel the pressure of My full weight as I stand, step, jump, bounce and walk all over him. There's no escaping being my own personal floor mat while my bare soles press down again and again. Close up views capture every step, every shift of my weight, and every moment spent beneath my perfect feet. If you love barefoot domination, heavy trampling, leather, and being completely beneath a woman's feet, this one is for you.

Bare feet. Full Weight. No Mercy - Dressed in tight leather leggings, I put him exactly where he belongs. Under My feet. I slowly trample across his body barefoot, letting him feel the pressure of My full weight as I stand, step, jump, bounce and walk all over him. There's no escaping being my own personal floor mat while my bare soles press down again and again. Close up views capture every step, every shift of my weight, and every moment spent beneath my perfect feet. If you love barefoot domination, heavy trampling, leather, and being completely beneath a woman's feet, this one is for you.

|| Mistress Luna Black & Princess Kateryna || We made simp Femdom Leo into our personal human carpet. He endures our full weight at the same time with jumping, stomping, butt slamming, all while degrading him. Listen to his pathetic groans of pain while we laugh and have fun ruining him.

After being on My feet all day, I am desiring to be worshipped. I've even worn one of My new favorite shirts for the occasion, "Worship Me" written across the black fabric in a large white font. My skin tight black leather leggings ending right at My ankles for access to My succulent soles. If only there was a lucky, diligent slave to tend to them... I snap My fingers and one appears before Me, kneeling. I always get what I desire and have various slaves in My stable to tend to My particular needs. This one is particular is a very pretty toy. Easy on the eyes and attentive to My wrinkles, arches and toes. He yearns to assume his position but I want his desperation to grow all the more before I allow him the pleasure. Once I am satisfied with his desperation, he is granted permission to get to worship. His mouth scaling every inch of both of My soles. His worship is attentive, slow paced. Not rushed, as he soaks in every moment of this true honor. He knows that if he is too eager or does not worship Me in the way that I command... he will be easily & quickly replaced.

After being on My feet all day, I am desiring to be worshipped. I've even worn one of My new favorite shirts for the occasion, "Worship Me" written across the black fabric in a large white font. My skin tight black leather leggings ending right at My ankles for access to My succulent soles. If only there was a lucky, diligent slave to tend to them... I snap My fingers and one appears before Me, kneeling. I always get what I desire and have various slaves in My stable to tend to My particular needs. This one is particular is a very pretty toy. Easy on the eyes and attentive to My wrinkles, arches and toes. He yearns to assume his position but I want his desperation to grow all the more before I allow him the pleasure. Once I am satisfied with his desperation, he is granted permission to get to worship. His mouth scaling every inch of both of My soles. His worship is attentive, slow paced. Not rushed, as he soaks in every moment of this true honor. He knows that if he is too eager or does not worship Me in the way that I command... he will be easily & quickly replaced.

Exploring Florida takes a toll, and my feet were aching after a long day out. Luckily, I brought my foot slave along for the ride. I relaxed in my room and summoned him to get down on his knees where he belongs. Watch as he licks every inch of my tired soles, cleaning them off and massaging away the tension. He knows how lucky he is to be in Florida serving his rightful owner, and he doesn't miss a single spot.

I have a new pretty little bottom bitch who I wish to break in with My succulent soles. As I've noticed the way he has been eyeing them the moment he was on his knees for Me. But he's going to get more than he hoped for, more than a mouth full as I put him under a collar and leash; yanking the leash once he's locked in and shoving My entire foot in his mouth. I can't help but cackle as he struggles to make it disappear, his eyes quickly filling with tears and I slide more and more of it down. His jaw unhinging to follow the commands of My dominating feet. I even manage to fit two in at once! But I want them to go even deeper and for him to struggle all the more so I command him on his back and make him deep throat My feet. Enjoying the power they have over him as he surrenders to them completely - no matter how much that surrender makes him gag and strain!

I have a new pretty little bottom bitch who I wish to break in with My succulent soles. As I've noticed the way he has been eyeing them the moment he was on his knees for Me. But he's going to get more than he hoped for, more than a mouth full as I put him under a collar and leash; yanking the leash once he's locked in and shoving My entire foot in his mouth. I can't help but cackle as he struggles to make it disappear, his eyes quickly filling with tears and I slide more and more of it down. His jaw unhinging to follow the commands of My dominating feet. I even manage to fit two in at once! But I want them to go even deeper and for him to struggle all the more so I command him on his back and make him deep throat My feet. Enjoying the power they have over him as he surrenders to them completely - no matter how much that surrender makes him gag and strain!

A fan begged to serve me. He thought it would be a dream come true. He had no idea I was going to destroy his face.

He showed up thinking this was his reward. He thought he'd earned something. Cute. I set him straight before we even started: his only purpose is to please me — and today, what pleases me is wrecking that face of his. So hold it. Yes, Goddess. Good boy. Look the other way.

Then full weight. I stood on his face and let every pound land while he held it and took it. I played with his eyes, pressed his jaw down, watched his whole face go flat and useless beneath my sole. Does it hurt? Good. It's supposed to. This was never a reward — you came here to suffer, and you'd better be grateful for every second of it.

I loved the sounds he made, so I kept going. Breath play, my foot sealing his face — ten, nine, eight... all the way down while he learned that his air belongs to me now. "You're lucky you got a pillow," I told him. Next time won't be so nice.

By the end his face was red, swollen and stinging — stood on, slapped, and completely destroyed. Nothing like the fantasy he walked in with. And still, he thanked me for every second. Because that's what a fan really gets from me: not a dream. A face turned into my floor.

A fan begged to serve me. He thought it would be a dream come true. He had no idea I was going to destroy his face.

He showed up thinking this was his reward. He thought he'd earned something. Cute. I set him straight before we even started: his only purpose is to please me — and today, what pleases me is wrecking that face of his. So hold it. Yes, Goddess. Good boy. Look the other way.

Then full weight. I stood on his face and let every pound land while he held it and took it. I played with his eyes, pressed his jaw down, watched his whole face go flat and useless beneath my sole. Does it hurt? Good. It's supposed to. This was never a reward — you came here to suffer, and you'd better be grateful for every second of it.

I loved the sounds he made, so I kept going. Breath play, my foot sealing his face — ten, nine, eight... all the way down while he learned that his air belongs to me now. "You're lucky you got a pillow," I told him. Next time won't be so nice.

By the end his face was red, swollen and stinging — stood on, slapped, and completely destroyed. Nothing like the fantasy he walked in with. And still, he thanked me for every second. Because that's what a fan really gets from me: not a dream. A face turned into my floor.

The only thing you are good for is being a mat beneath my feet! Stomping over and over. I wonder how much you can take?

My long time friend has a foot fetish and I just thought it would be best if his first experience was with me. I mean we have known each other for so long I just don't want him to have a bad experience!