This last week the slave was lucky enough to get invited to a convention in Latin America. While attending the convention he was able to talk to this superb hot chick who happened to be a hostess at one of the events. Since she was so nice I couldn't resist the temptation and invited her to dinner. While dinning we talked about everything and I couldn't avoid noticing her sexy legs and silhouette. This chick is really hot and she wore sexy black pumps and stockings. I talked to her about my fetish, which surprised her a lot. I was afraid she would run away but instead she started to ask me some more about it. I noticed she got more interested with all my stories and finally when we finished the dinner, and being late I asked her if she wanted to try. She said yes but maybe some other day. I was devastated as I missed this great chance. Next morning I went to another conference really but it had not started and they were still prepping the place. I saw the hot hostess I had dinner with there and she approached me and in a sweet and gentle voice whispered to my ear to follow her. She took me to the backstage of the conference room and order me to lay down on the floor. She was wearing black pants, tan nylons and black high heels pumps. She told me she thought all night about my proposal and wanted to try it. I laid flat while she decided to walk over my chest and stomach. I noticed she was shy at first but then she got carried away. I could feel how her heels where digging in very deep to the point I started to moan. She asked me very politely if I wanted her to step down but I told her No, carry on. She smiled at me and said good boy. I am enjoying this and want to try some more. She orders me to turn around and starts to trample my back heavily. After a few moments she comes down and says, I want to try something else. I would like to humiliate you with my heels. She steps all over my face with her shoes, stomps my cheeks and even kicks me a few times. I could feel she was putting strength on every step since the shoe sole imprints appeared later that day and I could even feel the sand and dirt of her soles sanding me. Before she left since she had to return to her work, she orders me to lay my hand and even steps full weight on it. She was very happy to hear my fingers crack every time she stepped on them. In the end she kissed me goodbye and thanked me for the experience. We both hope to see again in a future convention. Who knows, she might be the new Mistress/Goddess the slave has been looking for. Isn't she gorgeous?