A pristine white mat awaits, providing a blank canvas for our boots to leave their mark. The hefty Dr Martens, with their unyielding soles, amplify each step and stomp, testing the slave’s endurance as he moans in response. Our boots mark not only his torso but also his legs, hands, and face, which contorts under our weight.
After several exhilarating jumps, we leave our slave spent on the ground, barely capable of expressing gratitude. Our Dr Martens have delivered a memorable session, fulfilling our desires for a heavy and satisfying trample.