I have recently purchased a trendy pair of shoes, featuring towering fuchsia wedges, and I am eager to try them out. Who better to appreciate them than my doormat slave? I allow him to marvel at the contrast between the vivid fuchsia and the black of my veiled legs. After a moment, I find myself walking over his flaccid abdomen. I pace back and forth, stomping my feet as he moans. I then step over his face, muffling his cries as his head twists underneath me. I continue my assault, now barefoot, savoring the feeling of him beneath my feet. I no longer simply walk – I run, kick, stomp, and slap, until he finally submits.