The slave is helplessly locked in the facetrampling box and I’m walking back and forth on it with my nice warm CAT boots. I explain to him, that I’ve been wearing the same socks in these for a whole week – and that I’ll make him smell them next! He knows how much they’re going to stink and begs me not to smell them … ok … maybe it’s then better if I just trample his face under my boots and make him lick the filthy soles?! He really should’ve known better … after a few minutes of making him suffer under my boot soles, I take them off and continue to trample all over his face with my stinky socks. I just love how helpless he is in this box – and how I can do anything I want with him!

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