This slave holds a deep fascination for stockings and high-heels. How many times have I crushed his desires with my feet, clad in such alluring accessories! But not today. Today, he will be denied even this simple pleasure. Instead, he will be subjected to a different kind of torment. Trapped within a face box, his world will be reduced to the soles of my feet and those of my blonde companion. We will trample and crush him, treating him as nothing more than a human floor. If we feel so inclined, we may allow him the brief pleasure of feeling our soles against his skin, but otherwise, he will serve as a mere surface for our amphibians. And not just one pair, but two. He will be crushed beneath our feet, left to endure the pain and humiliation as we revel in our own twisted pleasure.