I will admit that when I am walking all over men, often it’s in the figurative sense. But I do very much enjoy walking all over men in the literal sense as well with trampling phone sex. I am lucky enough to possess the real world experience of owning a slave with trample fetish – and oh, how I loved walking all over him. The very first time I trampled across him, I had him lie down on his back on top of my kitchen runner rug. I liked being able to see the look in his eyes as I walked on him while also being able to support myself with the countertop if needed. I slipped my heels off and pressed my bare feet into his body. I leaned in and tested his thighs, his chest, and even his face. His cock got very hard once I started pressing my bare feet into his face. Not only did my slave have a trample fetish, he also had an intense fondness for feet.
What I loved and respected the most about my trample slave was that he seemed the most comfortable lying there beneath me. It was like a weight had been lifted off of him the moment I pressed my feet into his body. Almost like he was lighter in a sense with my weight bearing down on him. He needed to be beneath me for trampling phone sex. I loved putting him into this submissive head space and I wanted to keep him there. He loved feeling small and weak and I was not going to go easy on him. His submission made my cunt ache and I couldn’t wait to take his trample fetish to the next level.
I slipped my feet back into my heels and fastened the clasps around my ankles while he remained nice and still. When I was ready to truly make use of his body, I used the kitchen counter for support and tested my weight as I pressed my heels into his chest. His breathing changed and his cock sprang right up. It seemed I found that my trampling phone sex fetish slave was really enjoying being trampled in high heels. And I loved having him under my heel. It was exciting to test how much he could handle and I wanted to make sure he was well used. A Mistress has to get the most out of her new flooring, even if she’s marking him up with pretty and colorful bruises.
The harder his cock became, the more I wanted to stomp on it for a more memorable trample fetish phone sex session. I let all my weight sink into my heel and pressed nice and firmly into his cock and balls. Oh yes! Then I walked back up to his chest and let my weight sink my heels deep into him. He could even handle most of my stomping. He was always a good boy and took everything I dished out, only ever needing to safe word once! But that’s a story I’ll leave for when we’re on the phone exploring your very own trample or foot fetish together.
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