#head stomp

Lick the grimey chocolate that I stomped on with my taupe combat boot.

St Ann Street, Manchester.

I'm gonna stomp your head in like a worthless cigarette butt on the ground. Be a good doormat and stay still so you can do your job better, worthless shoe cleaner.

You like my boot up in your face? I want to stomp it.

This is what awaits any disobedience; you will feel the soles of my dress shoes as they stomp your face or pop your tiny body under them if I shrink you. 😈

"Hold still, carpet boy," my slave master said before wiping his dress shoes right on my face.