A dual-pronged encounter awaits this despicable worm today: a session of trampling and whipping. My aim is to leave him utterly defeated, crushed by my weight, my heels, and my riding crop. He crawls on the floor like a worm, as I lash him and grind him down with my heels, then without. Once his back is a satisfying shade of red, I turn him over – I am eager to move on to his abdomen and his balls: he offers less resistance, whimpers and protests, but I muffle his complaints by stuffing my pantyhose into his mouth, while I finish my conquest. Finally, I send him away, crawling just as he arrived.