The spiral staircase is one of my favorites – it provides the perfect space for my slave’s hands to peek out between the steps while he remains hidden underneath. The thrill of discovering his hands, ready to be trampled, never fails to excite me. Today, I’ll be trying out my new wide-heeled ankle boots for the first time – I can’t wait to see how they feel walking all over him. I squeeze his sausage-like fingers, thinning them out as I ignore his cries of pain. Only once I’m satisfied do I allow him to emerge from his hiding place, where he can kiss the shoes that brought him such discomfort.