I revel in the thrill of towering over you, with one foot planted firmly on your submissive form, symbolizing my dominance. Fresh from the gym, I’m eager to unleash my victory stomp on your insignificant existence. Your doormat status pales in comparison to mine, and I take pleasure in your simplicity, as you’re easily crushed under my sweaty feet.
I’ve shared your pitiful existence with my gorgeous girlfriends, who couldn’t believe the extent of your weakness. To prove it, I’ve invited them over to witness me trampling you, and pressing the sole of my foot against your face as you beg for more, saying “Yes, Master, please stomp on my face, Master!” They’ll laugh at your expense while I wipe my smelly feet all over your humiliated face! Afterwards, you can kiss my ass and disappear!