Slave-Eggs are for crushing! I will prepare an eggsalad out of your tiny shriveled marbles with my divine feet. Outch!
A slave of mine got a very special diet lately: Milk and bananas. Directly prepared Â–not in a shaker but IN my good old stinky gumboots. Crushed, bruised and flavoured with my delicious spit. LotÂ’s of fun for me Â– lotÂ’s of muck for the slave. Bon Appetit!
Off to testicle-hell Â– including infernal pain. I crush until the slavepig on the floor before me squeaks. Just for my fun of it. First with my divine and gorgeous feet then with my new Frye boots. These boots have a nice angular tread which make a lasting impression on the loser beneath me. Finally you see the compulsive kicks in the middle. I have devilish fun in doing some things over and over again. 😀 Next victim, please!!!
A Slack-Bag spreads his legs for me so I could do my favourite thing. I appreciatively kick and crush his scrumbled nuts with my merciless feet. In the course of it this jerk is squieking like a pig. I think the high pitched voice he will have as a reminder of this torture^^
The other day some nice chocolade marshmallows didnÂ’t find their way in my sweet mouth but on a silver tablet. But nevertheless they arenÂ’t alive anymore. I really want to destroy something joyfully. So these little comrades get crushed by my adorable mercyless feet. Crack, flat, killed! The white creamy filling over and over Â… mmmmhh, you may lick it from my soles sucker. But because you get fat from eating sweet things just look. ItÂ’s more healthier for you!
Many frogs have already applied to me in the hope of becoming my prince charming. Instead of smashing them to the wall as they do in fairy tales, the aspirants end up under my cruel boots and are slowly and joyfully crushed. Do you like to be one of these chocolate candies? Then kneel before me, so that I trample you to pulp.