TRAMPLING and FOOT DOMINATION

I am the infamous Shameless Lady Vamp and fetish fanatic who tramples the unworthy into a sublime state of submission. I intend to walk all over you, both figuratively and literally, boot slave. I will stomp, trample and crush you so good.

Foot domination comes natural to a sadist like Me. My precious feet are happy to take that extra step when it comes to trampling you down to a nice humble place right on the ground beneath the heels of My celestial feet… whether in leather boots, spiked high heels, stappy sandals, flip flops, tennis shoes or barefooted.

Walking up and down your body is My idea of a great time, strutting My stuff as you look up My mile long legs, lean and strong. The smile it puts on My smirking face makes it all a sincere labor of love, carpet boy.

Will My bare feet be clean and freshly bathed or musky and ripe from being in My leather all day? Either way, you cherish the sweet fragrance of the divine foot of a trampling Goddess. Fore it is finest of aromatherapy known to mankind. Sheer luxury, foot slave!

After roller skating in My leather speed skates My feet are so juicy and ripe, sweaty and smelly just right! I enjoy shoving My stinky barefoot right into your face, digging My toe cocks deep into the tender flesh of your flushed cheeks. Oh how sweet it is.  

While barefoot I like to dance and pounce upon your entire body with poised grace and delightful intention. My barefooted stomping can be sadistically cruel or kind, depending on what you truly deserve. When it comes to foot domination…oh…the stories I can tell!

For a masochistic guy that can’t seem to make it to the top, you simply adore the FootDom that kicks you down to your proper place at the bottom of the food chain, crushing your delicate ego as well as your helpless balls. I even like to tweek your man nipples with My powerfully pinching toes. My trampling doormat is what you are, beneath Me in countless ways. This is a metaphoric truth that is literal as well.

There you are always looking up to see Me laughing down at you squirming like a pathetic worm, you vile maggot. My burning desire to trample you into a state of being humble is the fuel that drives Me forward, full speed ahead. I can really go the distance when it comes to stampeding you into a head space of euphoric submission.

Seeing you as My collared slave beneath My glorious feet is truly a sight to behold. Taking long strolls up and down your body, from head to toe, is sincerely one of My favorite pastimes. Power walking all over you is how I stay in shape. Fore My masochistic slave worm is My personal treadmill of life.

TRAMPLED, STOMPED and CRUSHED IN STYLE

Welcome to trample heaven, Vamp style. Trampling on you barefooted with My au natural nude feet may be just what the mood calls for. I’ve been told countless times that My high arch instep is truly remarkable compared to commoners. My elegant toes are adorned with jewels and toe rings. And when it comes to My toe nails I have naturally occurring white tips that other Ladies must pay top dollar to get artificially.

With an amazing all organic diet like Mine, free of chemicals, antibiotics and hormones this is no surprise. There is nothing fake about me. No fake finger nails, no fake hair extensions, no fake plastic tits, no additives or preservatives… just pure all natural beauty and decadent yummy foot worship.

When it comes to trampling you, wearing ankle socks, pantyhose and stockings can be a lot of fun also, offering the sensation of interesting textures against your man skin. I have many sexy styles of socks and hosiery in playful colors ranging from cotton anklets, knee high length, silky thigh high stockings, seamed pantyhose, rough fish nets, smooth nylon panty hose and more! Each pair of stockings offers its own sensual tactile experience. Just imagine how each texture will feel while rubbing against you, foot lover.

When it comes to My leather boots and shoes I have an insane collection of wicked foot fashion. I especially love the look of strappy sandals caressing My sexy feet and ankles, allowing My creamy skin to peep through just enough to tease you while trampling you.

I also appreciate the charm of My spiked stiletto high heels digging nice and deep into your man flesh. And there is nothing, but nothing, like My heavy leather boots stomping all over you, keeping you pinned down under My full body weight. The boot slave absolutely adores Me and rightly so with the domineering and authoritative measures I take to trample the living shit out of you. Welcome to trample hell, Vamp style.

Each style of shoe offers its own unique sensory experience when it comes to trampling you. Things to consider are the sole texture, tread pattern design or smooth surface, and variations to the hardness of the shoe bottom. Soles can range from silky smooth to brutally rough with raised treads. It might be squishy-soft or rigid and hard. I’ve got the right sole for the right trample job, loser.

Some soles are even made of leather, which can be hard and rigid or soft like suede. And don’t get the idea that just because a shoe bottom is soft that it will be kind. It is ultimately up to Me, and My technique, that determines how it feels against your delicate skin… which happens to be your largest organ, unlike your pathetic cock.

A STAMPEDE ART FORM

The brutality of a shoe sole is dependant on many factors… including me. In fact, I am the primary force that determines the effect of the shoe bottom and the result against your skin. I am certain that you will agree that I am a force to be reckoned with. With the twist of My foot I can make the smoothest soft sole put a hurt on you real good. Trample time is our fun time and I consider it an art form.

I am the Mother of all artist in the world of Trample Queendom and you are My living canvas of flesh. The brush of My feet will stroke spectacular colors across your helpless body. If you are fond of marks then My feet will artfully stroke your body as they leave lovely shades of a delicate pink, sometimes scarlet red for a more dramatic effect and occasionally accented with midnight black and sky blue. It just all depends on the look we’re going for. That’s where I can get really creative. I intend to create a masterpiece, framed within the aura of your submissive nature.

SOLE SURVIVOR

If you deserve My mercy I will take a walk on the kind side of your body’s terrain. I do have some smooth soles without treads that leave no tell-tale marks of our trample play time together. My barefoot pressing into you also works very well for leaving no marks, but it will not prevent you from feeling the sweet luxury of My full body weight sinking deep into your flesh oh so good. Even barefooted I can get you pink if I want, so I don’t need shoes to accomplish bringing a flush of color to your skin’s surface. This blushing color of pink needn’t last long if I so desire.

Have you been a naughty man deserving the cruelty of My spiked stilettos? I will take you down to size as you become My little trampled slave, humble and broken. I’ll just have to decide which shoes or boots will be most appropriate for your trampling therapy. I do enjoy very much to see the marks My soles and heels leave on your helpless body while adjusting your attitude. It’s fun and interesting to see the different pattern possibilities as they emboss your tender skin, leaving a lasting, but short lived impression that reminds you of our quality time together. I like to call it “tough love”.

SOLE FOOD

Smooth shoe bottom surfaces tend to be on the cleaner side. But, when it comes to a rough grid-like bottom, they can really hold the dirt in between the treads. I gleefully stampede the filthy bottom-feeder into a state of heavenly submission. No longer will you deny the almighty Power of the Pussy once you are reduced to gratefully licking crud from the soles of My leather boots and shoes. What humiliation that must be. Then I know I truly own your ass. Even a boot licking loser knows his primary purpose in this life and it’s to lick, lick and then lick some more.

Such morsels of filth have now become savored delicacies that even swine would find unpalatable. I may even use the side of your head as My boot scrape, you pathetic boot slave. If others must bare witness to such a degrading act, then so be it. It’s your karmic debt that must be paid once and for all. I have zero shame as others look on in despair at your shrinking delicate ego. I take no pity on you whatsoever. I will stampede some damn sense into you… with bare feet, in high heels, smelly sneakers, lovely sandals, pretty shoes, thigh high or combat boots… anywhere, anytime. I’m ready to go go.

Look at how you grovel so eagerly now, begging to suck the caked dirt off the crusty spiked heel of My stiletto. What cute little impressions the spike of My heels leave as they dig into the flesh of your helpless body. These are tiny badges of honor that you wear with pride, taking them with you as a lasting, but temporary, memento. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.

A TRAMPLING TRADITION

Various forms of trampling has been practiced around the world since the beginning of time. It is indeed an ancient practice and I intend to carry on the legacy.

Let Me share with you My first experience of witnessing trampling done publicly. Some of My trampling methods I actually learned while observing a petite Japanese Lady while I stayed in Okinawa, Japan for a summer. I was 13 years old as I watched Her walk on dad’s back barefooted and She was certain to be very careful around his organs and spine.

Trampling can be soothing and comforting, like a deep-tissue therapeutic massage that heals. Or it can be outright brutal if that is the trample therapy torment you really need. After all, suffering is the cornerstone of all spiritual growth. No?

Thinking back I recall with fondness what a lucky Woman that sexy Lady was. She had such a fortunate career of trampling men while getting to show off Her adorable bare feet. How sweet it is. And just like Her, I just love to trample on you as you feel the weight of My entire body sinking deeper and deeper into your man muscles. You are the pillowed throne for the feet of a trampling Goddess. There is nothing like you down on the ground beneath Me, carpet boy. We both know it is your calling.