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Please Me? You Can Beg!

Hmmm.. That’s right, I’m ignoring you, my little peon. You don’t get any say. You just get to watch while I tease you with what you want. That’s right, I know what you want. You little boys all claim you want it, don’t you?

You beg, you plead, you whine.

I don’t mind your whining, unless it gets annoying, in which case it’s just irritating.
You can almost see everything you want, but you can’t have it. It’s not for you.
What lies between Mistresses’ legs is not for a slave, is it?

But you can beg.

I like this game… looking down on you while showing you what you can never have.
You’re not worthy, are you? You’ll never be. You’d love to be my #1 slave. I bet you can smell what’s between my legs, can’t you?

I bet you’re dreaming of it.

You’re dreaming of what I might let you see… what I might let you do. But you know I’ll never actually let you near me, I just like teasing pathetic little fucks like you. You’re only good for licking my shoes, aren’t you?

I like watching you whine and plead.

Beg really pathetically and maybe I’ll let you cum.
If you’re not touching yourself to this video, you’re not even worth my time.
I bet your dick is smaller than my clit.

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Trampling Clip: Sharp As Nails


Click, click, click. The sound of the high heels on a cold tile floor, representing your impending doom. You’d better not tremble, as that will just make it worse for you in the end. Click, click, click. Closer and closer. You get a whiff of freshly polished leather. Your Mistress’ new thigh-high Blahnik boots look stunning, like poured liquid over her creamy flesh. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” she asks with a bemused laugh as you groan on the floor, waiting… squirming… panting… The collection of fabulous Louboutin pumps adorning the fireplace behind you set the mood for what is about to take place.

“Click. Click. Click.” states your Mistress, mimicking her boots as she paces around you like a cat stalking her prey. “So sharp,” you murmur with delight and anticipation. “They are,” she replies with a purr. Click, click, click. “Lucky for you, the floor is getting boring to tread upon.” You groan and shudder with delight at the idea of where this is going. “Mistress, you are so beautiful, ” you murmur. Your Mistress slinks past you again and with a smirk of delight and sadistic glee replies “And don’t you ever forget it.”

After a very pointed pause and a devious smirk, she steps towards you with ferocious intent. This can only mean one thing, she is about to crush you into the floor beneath her. Can you endure her weight?