Shopping and Torture

I'm just preparing for a day of shooting with the carpet, my sister and myself.
I think we are going to do a lot of trampling, jeans face sitting, foot and shoe humiliation and financial domination.
We were talking about having a nice lunch over at the Seafood grill, maybe some raw oysters and champagne, and then we could go and buy some new jeans. The jeans can later be used to torture the slaves face with.
He can also take us to the spa so we can get pedicures, and all he gets to do is wait outside until we're done, so he can pay the bill and then drive us home.
Once there, we're going to crack another bottle of champagne, and start with the wickedness. We are going to change into different outfits and torment the slaves with how hot we look in the stuff he buys us, and how he's never ever allowed to even touch either of of us. We will trample his face and body viciously, and make the peanut of a cock he has into mush. I think we're going to have a lot of fun today, check in later for a video update.

Trampling and Financial Domination

So we went shopping with the carpets credit card and pretty much racked it up to its’ limit. Financial Domination and Trampling may go very well together. I believe the humiliation and sacrifice of the doormat is essential in showing submission, love and devotion.
Since the male is an inferior creature and worthless, I am somewhat ruthless in my approach. I make them suffer severely because of the severe lack of integrity of the male. The inherent dichotomy of the male mind is aggravating enough to have most women frustrated and resigned. I on the other hand make use of their pathetic hormonal drives for my own lifestyle choices and sadistic pleasures. And boy do I ever love stepping all over this pathetic plebeian trifle. The screaming, the resisting and all the pain and humiliation satisfies my urges. It gets me high. I feel so elevated and sublime after subjecting the slave to immense amounts of pain. It’s a thrill. And it’s thrilling to have him buy me expensive gifts. My shoes, my clothes my champagne...a diva’s lifestyle.
So here I am stepping on his face again, with the shoes he bought me today, so that his face will become demolished, squished and flattened. I love busting his lips with my shoes and feet. I could just march on the spot for a while, or maybe do the twist. I could jump up and down, and that would make for a very,very painful experience. These are the things that please me today, I am trampling this lowly carpet right into the ground where he belongs. The next day I will trample him again, and then I will do it again.