CC - Face trampled
Claudia knows that a slave worthy of the name must be trained every single day, without respite. He must learn to endure pain until it becomes mundane, and to remain perfectly still even as dirt, dust, and grime accumulate on his tongue or inside his mouth. Today, the exercise goes by a simple, definitive name: human doormat. She has had him confined and immobilized beneath the floor; only his face remains exposed, while the rest of his body is trapped, incapable of the slightest movement. He is entirely at her mercy. Claudia has chosen a pair of flat sandals comfortable for her. The leather soles are dirty, dusty, and marked by the day’s wear. She approaches calmly, places one foot down, then the other, and begins to trample. She deliberately crushes his nose, grinding it beneath the rough sole, flattening it over and over again. His mouth suffers the same fate: she plants her heel, presses down, and twists her foot slightly to grind his lips against his teeth. The slave’s face now serves only one purpose: that of a living, filthy, well-used doormat. When she decides he has endured enough, she lifts her foot slightly and demands that he lick the soles. He must extend his tongue and clean away the dust, the grime, and the dark smudges, until she deems the job acceptable. Each stroke of his tongue serves as a reminder of what he has become.
After a pause, Claudia returns this time, she has removed her sandals. She is barefoot. Slowly, she places one bare foot onto his already-battered face, then the other. She enjoys the sensation. She walks upon him, crushing his nose beneath the sole of her foot, rubbing, sliding, and pressing down with her full weight. She finds it pleasant the warmth of the skin, the slight resistance, the sensation of the face distorting beneath her. She takes the opportunity to massage her feet: she rubs them at length, presses them down, twists them against the slave’s nose and mouth wiping herself, leaning her weight, then starting all over again.
Claudia walks away for a few moments. When she returns, she is wearing black heeled boots. The soles are repulsive encrusted with dirt, caked-on dust, black scuff marks, and layers of accumulated filth. She lifts one boot slightly and commands him to stick out his tongue. He must clean the disgusting soles, licking away the grime, the grit, and the black marks until she is satisfied. This time, the sharp heels sink more easily into his already bruised face. She presses down, twists her foot, crushes his mouth, and drags the filthy sole back and forth across his face. Every so often, she applies extra pressure to ensure his tongue keeps working hard. Once again, his face serves as a doormat this time beneath boots with soles left deliberately filthy. After she has thoroughly worn down his face, Claudia blows her nose. She tosses the handkerchief onto the ground, right next to his mouth. With a deliberate movement, she places the toe of her boot onto the fabric and uses the heel to push it into the slave’s mouth ; she pushes until it is deep inside, then holds it there. The tissue remains wedged between his lips and teeth, while she continues to rest the weight of her boot on his face, as if nothing at all were happening. The slave has no choice but to endure: his face, battered and soiled, is now obstructed by the handkerchief.
She is in no rush. The slave remains there, face exposed, serving as nothing more than a support, while she indulges in the pleasure of comfort and domination. This is what training is. Day after day. Until he has no other function left but to be beneath her feet.