My slave has mastered the art of facial standing, leaving me thoroughly impressed. However, after some time, I grew weary and craved a new experience. I revealed to him my desire to dig my heel into his neck, a request that filled him with fear due to the risk of suffocation. This fear, however, only heightened my excitement, and I eagerly climbed onto his throat. His gasps for air turned into cries of pain, and his face turned purple as he struggled to breathe. Despite his discomfort, I continued my relentless trampling, pushing him to his limits.