Red stilettos

His 2 hours of torment start face down on my floor getting trampled. I make sure I push my heels into his flesh by shifting my weight and giving a painful twist as I walk all over his carcass. Just before he is ordered to stand and get caned, I use the beautiful long heel of my tiny but brutal size 3 red patent stiletto to write the letter ‘Z’ again and again. His back continues to burn for the rest of the session.