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Marissa's going to trample the slave with her sexy high heels now - but she wants to make it extra mean today - and blindfolds her human carpet. He can't see where she steps next and the pain is strikingly brutal. After a while she takes off her shoes, but continues to trample him viciously wearing only nylons. She jumps and stomps all over his body and even tramples his head under her sexy nylon feet. Of course he stays blindfolded the whole time!


Madame Marissa is in one of her "no filters" trample mood, which means, she wants to trample the shit out of her worthless rugboy slave, and cause maximum pain, while laughing at the destruction going on under her feet. The sharp high heels add another 2 inches to the 6ft tall goddess, clad in a very sexy short black dress. She steps up onto his frail body, her heels sinking deep into his skin, and begins to trample and jump on him, his screams and pain keeping a constant smile on her face. She has turned him into a human pin cushion. Admiring the scratches left on his pathetic body, she removes her heels and presses her shoe into his face, along with her sweaty nylon foot. She begins to trample him in her nylons, being sure to grind away at the wounds left by her heels, she steps up onto his face, totally owning him, and laughing as she feels his face crush under her size 9 nylon clad feet. You can tell the pure enjoyment she received at the expense of the slave by her big sexy smile, totally satisfied by the pain and destruction that was caused beneath her feet!


A very unlucky slave is going to find out today if is head is stronger than a concord grape. Will it compress and crack as 6ft tall Madame Marissa steps up onto it with all her weight? Or will he just suffer extreme pressure under her sexy long legs and feet. She has chosen to wear skin toned falke stockings, and her favorite pair of Daisy Duke cutoff jeans. She tramples his face and head, stepping off now and then onto his chest, squatting down to see his crushed face, only to stand back up and step onto his face like it was a doormat. She wiggles her toes to apply more pressure to the slaves worthless face, after all, his face is good for only one thing, to be Madame Marissa's trample and stomp toy.