Kitten is in trouble. He is being trialed for doormat use at the party I'm throwing with my best friend Candy! We absolutely must prepare him for use by all our guests. He is presented wrapped in plastic and unable to escape. Candy and I graciously gift him the privilege of our full weight stamping down on him as he cries out and gets bruised and smashed without regard for his safety or enjoyment. We giggle and bounce our BBW asses as we dance all over the doormmat, taking turns standing individually as well as combining our weight onto the poor weak slave. We determine that the slave will require further training to fully succeed as a doormat, but given the fact that he will remain a wrapped up prisoner forever, we decide that we can take our time beating him down into the perfect trample bitch.