trampling

Lady Adriana: I’ll crush him under my sneakers.

The slave wants to be my carpet. OK, he can have it. I’m going to crush him under my sexy sneakers for now. I’m going to trample on him and make him lick the soles of my sneakers clean. He’s my carpet and doormat. I can wipe and clean my feet on him with pleasure. I’ll stand on his slave’s face with my full weight and make him suffer. Can I do that to you too?

In the world of dominance and submission, there are many facets that fascinate people. I observe a particular preference with my slaves: They want nothing more than to be my carpet or doormat. It’s almost as if they feel they’ve found their place in this role.

It seems to me that they thrive on humiliation. When I use them as a doormat, it seems as if they finally feel like they have a real purpose in life. They don’t perceive this kind of submission as a disgrace, but rather as confirmation of their devotion. The thought of having the dirt under their shoes and feet wiped off gives them a sense of belonging. Perhaps it’s this strong desire for acceptance and the urge to see their own worthlessness as something positive that drives this preference. It’s a game of power and submission that’s exciting for both of us.