My slave is very small so he is helpless and cannot escape my torment. Today, I feel like compressing him under my platform heels while I look out over the city, enjoying a gorgeous view. My weight digs into him, spreading him flat like a pancake as I joyfully take in the sights and sounds. I make casual commentary about the weather and people on the street while the poor slave squirms and suffers, panicking as his chest collapses. My goal is to leave internal bruises all over the slave so it is difficult for him to breathe. At the end of the clip, I decide I want to take my slave out on a walk along the river. He has to crawl the whole time even though his body is beaten raw from my shoes. I fart in his face and giggle with excitement as I drag him off screen.