I am fatigued, yearning for repose, but I come to recognize that I have yet to receive my daily dose of trampling. I cannot allow my slave to evade their punishment. I swiftly ascend onto my personal mat, still clad in my shoes, and commence my trampling session. I walk, jump upon the abdomen, and even crush the slave’s face with my entire body weight. I continue, now barefoot, employing my feet to administer slaps. The slave expresses gratitude, a futile attempt to make me cease, but before I retire for the night, I indulge in a prolonged facestanding that leaves them breathless, their skin glistening with sweat and flushed.