Trampling Head In Black Boots

The slave will reminisce this part of the abasement for a long time. Those very moments when Mrs. Elena put her gams in black leather boots right on her head. That feeling when the foot of the boot little by little squeezes her face, how cheekbones commence to shriek with ache, it feels like the skull is bursting with pressure and the cold concrete floor is pressing against the back of the head with enlargening power despite the spread out rug. And for a moment everything seemed to be over, the ache ceased. Mrs. Elena liquidates her leg and on the face, mainly on the slaves cheek, a distinct dirty coating of dust is visible. The slave is taking a break at this moment, but she still did not suspect that Elena was going to test her head for strength, with two legs. What ended this trampling? What, then, did the slave feel when both soles of her boots were thoroughly crushed on her face?