Today, I can once again trample on a slave. As a greeting, Nik has to lie down on the kitchen counter. First, I step on the slave from Düsseldorf with my 15 cm high tiger mules, then I kneel on his chest with my full body weight and stand on him with my bare feet, even though I'm a little afraid that my long, red-painted porn claws will break off. Then I press my toes firmly into the masked worm's soft parts and into his face: a thorough head trampling.
