Upon returning to my studio, I discover the slave sprawled on the floor, bare, with his manhood poking out of the cock box. The sight of him lying there, hoping for my attention, amuses me. This worm of a man, however, tempts me…
I climb onto the cock box, planting my everyday boots firmly on it, and begin to trample the slave beneath my soles. As he groans in response, his body grows increasingly red and marked under my weight. The music of his moans accompanies my every step.