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In the dimly lit room, the slave, a quivering mess of anticipation, awaits his mistress. She enters, her Italian accent dripping like honey as she commands him to stay still. She wears only a harness, her tits bouncing slightly, and her signature boots, dirty and worn from years of use. She walks over him, her heels clicking on the hardwood, and straddles his chest. He looks up, his cock hard, balls aching. She grinds her ass onto his face, then moves down, her boots crushing his balls, then his cock, her power evident in every stomp. She rides him, her boots leaving imprints on his shaft, until he cums, his body convulsing, his cries of pleasure and pain echoing in the room.