Today, I am in Budapest, joining Lady Zara in the Infinity Studio dungeon. We are both eager to test our new heels on a plush mat of human flesh. Our shoes are our pride, and we exchange compliments, eager to unleash our feet on the naked slave waiting for us on the floor. The heels of Zara’s sandals and my d’collet’ immediately leave beautiful red marks on his skin, and we continue with more enthusiasm and strength. We even climb on him while he screams in pain under our weight. We don’t spare his genitals, which after our treatment, are practically destroyed and disappear from our sight.