The Master Is Having Fun

We had chatted on the internet and he wanted to be humiliated and tortured by me.

Now he stood before me, all week in the knees. He was ready to lick my skater shoes and to be used as a doormat.

First, he had to take off his t-shirt, so that my Osiris D3 could leave cool imprints on his body. "Lie down, asshole!" I ordered. I gave him a good kick and he went down to the floor where he belonged. I wasn't going to have any mercy on him, which he knew when he lay down flat on his back.

First, I started to trample him slowly, then harder and harder. A cool feeling of power started to run through my entire body. He moaned at every move of my feet. I laughed at him and said: "Dont make such a fuss, this is only the beginning!"

Now I started to step more ruthlessly on his belly and to wipe the soles of my sneakers all over his body, which leaves great red marks and imprints! The sound that my D3 2001 made on his body gave me such a horny feeling that I just couldn't stop. Plus the tormented look on my slave's face and his moaning were so hot! I felt like doing a few jumps on him until he begged for mercy. I said to him: "Turn around, slave! I'm going to flatten you now!" He had hardly turned around on his belly when I jumped all over him. I wasn't going to show any mercy. The jumps were high, and each time I landed on him with a nice smashing sound. He groaned, and I realized how much he was into being humiliated by me. It was time to stand on his face and leave the imprint of my soles there. What a turn-on to hear him breathe and to see his face smashed under my funky D3s. Time for a change of shoes! I picked  my  Ès schemes from the vast collection of my skater sneakers, because they had particularly hard soles, which was ideal for torturing slaves. I immediately stepped onto his face again and changed position only after a few minutes in order to make life a little easier for my begging slave. I stepped on his shoulders and examined with admiration what my funky sneakers had done to his face. There were pretty deep imprints and an amazing Ès-sign on his cheek.

Time had come for my slave to lick my sneakers. It was incredibly sexy to hear the sound his tongue made while gliding over my soles. "Yeah, c'mon slave, eat the dirt from my soles!" I stood on his belly, and my schemes left deep lines on his skin. I changed shoes yet another time. With a hard heavy jump I said good-bye to his belly and picked my totally fucked-up Ès Koston 1 (formerly white). They were extremely well worn, and their formerly white color was  hardly recognizable under all the dirt. And it was this smelly pair my slave now had to lick clean. He had to suck all the grunge out of the air pads and give the leather a good tongue bath. With a disgusted expression on his face he started his work. He licked until his tongue gave up. When he opened his mouth to catch his breath, I drew up a fat load of spit and hurled the slimy wad right into his mouth. I smirked and laughed and watched with a mean smile on my face how much the slave enjoyed his humiliation.

But now he would really have to suffer! I slowly took off my funky sneakers and ordered my slave to bury his face in the opening of the steaming sneakers in order to inhale their pungent smell The Master Is Having Fun

We had chatted on the internet and he wanted to be humiliated and tortured by me.

Now he stood before me, all week in the knees. He was ready to lick my skater shoes and to be used as a doormat.

First, he had to take off his t-shirt, so that my Osiris D3 could leave cool imprints on his body. "Lie down, asshole!" I ordered. I gave him a good kick and he went down to the floor where he belonged. I wasn't going to have any mercy on him, which he knew when he lay down flat on his back.

First, I started to trample him slowly, then harder and harder. A cool feeling of power started to run through my entire body. He moaned at every move of my feet. I laughed at him and said: "Dont make such a fuss, this is only the beginning!"

Now I started to step more ruthlessly on his belly and to wipe the soles of my sneakers all over his body, which leaves great red marks and imprints! The sound that my D3 2001 made on his body gave me such a horny feeling that I just couldn't stop. Plus the tormented look on my slave's face and his moaning were so hot! I felt like doing a few jumps on him until he begged for mercy. I said to him: "Turn around, slave! I'm going to flatten you now!" He had hardly turned around on his belly when I jumped all over him. I wasn't going to show any mercy. The jumps were high, and each time I landed on him with a nice smashing sound. He groaned, and I realized how much he was into being humiliated by me. It was time to stand on his face and leave the imprint of my soles there. What a turn-on to hear him breathe and to see his face smashed under my funky D3s. Time for a change of shoes! I picked  my  Ès schemes from the vast collection of my skater sneakers, because they had particularly hard soles, which was ideal for torturing slaves. I immediately stepped onto his face again and changed position only after a few minutes in order to make life a little easier for my begging slave. I stepped on his shoulders and examined with admiration what my funky sneakers had done to his face. There were pretty deep imprints and an amazing Ès-sign on his cheek.

Time had come for my slave to lick my sneakers. It was incredibly sexy to hear the sound his tongue made while gliding over my soles. "Yeah, c'mon slave, eat the dirt from my soles!" I stood on his belly, and my schemes left deep lines on his skin. I changed shoes yet another time. With a hard heavy jump I said good-bye to his belly and picked my totally fucked-up Ès Koston 1 (formerly white). They were extremely well worn, and their formerly white color was  hardly recognizable under all the dirt. And it was this smelly pair my slave now had to lick clean. He had to suck all the grunge out of the air pads and give the leather a good tongue bath. With a disgusted expression on his face he started his work. He licked until his tongue gave up. When he opened his mouth to catch his breath, I drew up a fat load of spit and hurled the slimy wad right into his mouth. I smirked and laughed and watched with a mean smile on my face how much the slave enjoyed his humiliation.

But now he would really have to suffer! I slowly took off my funky sneakers and ordered my slave to bury his face in the opening of the steaming sneakers in order to inhale their pungent smell as long as I felt like it. After my slave had licked the sweaty inside of my fucked-up Ès, I buried his face under my socks which I had worn for a complete week. Then I started to increase weight again so that the slave pig began to moan again. Now he had to lick all the toejam and funk from my sweaty bare feet. It was so cool to feel his tongue and lips around my toes , the way he sucked all the toejam out from between my stinky toes! Just like a dog! As soon as my feet were completely clean I sat down on his belly to watch TV. I used him as a sofa as long as I felt like it, no matter how my slave felt. I'm the master!

And this is how this session ended. Everybody got what they deserved!

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 as long as I felt like it. After my slave had licked the sweaty inside of my fucked-up Ès, I buried his face under my socks which I had worn for a complete week. Then I started to increase weight again so that the slave pig began to moan again. Now he had to lick all the toejam and funk from my sweaty bare feet. It was so cool to feel his tongue and lips around my toes , the way he sucked all the toejam out from between my stinky toes! Just like a dog! As soon as my feet were completely clean I sat down on his belly to watch TV. I used him as a sofa as long as I felt like it, no matter how my slave felt. I'm the master!

And this is how this session ended. Everybody got what they deserved!

copyright by extremskater

translated by master extremskater's slave footmark