There really is something deeply satisfying in walking on some hapless man while he is splayed out underneath my feet. My bare feet, my high heeled shoes, my mules, my thigh high boots… all of it is pleasant to use, depending on my mood and whoever it is that in need of my skills. There are more than a few reasons to lay yourself down for me to trample, domination from a strong woman, wanting that feeling of being small and helpless and so close to being crushed beneath me into a red splatter on my floor. That really is…
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