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Hello slave! My name is Madam Violet and I’m a big, busty goddess who wants to walk all over you. Clad in 6-inch stilettos or my PVC thigh boots, I will crush and trample your pathetic, puny body, ignoring your pitiful screams and whimpers, as my massive, fat body grinds your flesh into dust. I am a completely fearless and merciless Mistress, who is unafraid to trample on any part of your anatomy, so if you misbehave, you are likely to feel a very high heel on your shrivelled up scrotum or even your prick. And it won’t just be a gentle prod – you’ll feel the full weight of my 18-stone frame! So only call or text me if you can handle the thought of a BBW Mistress walking all across your scrawny torso and then completely grinding your balls to bits.

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“I was putting on my favourite, low-cut, clingy PVC frock this morning when I heard what sounded like a groan of pleasure. And to my disgust, I suddenly noticed my bedroom door was slightly ajar and that my sub slave, Leonard, was peeking through the crack and watching me clothe my voluptuous body. Furious with him, I marched straight over, threw open the door and then grabbed his ear. And then, twisting it painfully, I pushed him down upon the floor and pressed the tip of my stiletto into Leonard’s soft belly.

“You disgusting, little shit,” I yelled at him, applying just enough pressure to make him squeal. He looked absolutely mortified, as if he feared I might use my full 18-stone to crush his body, but my stiletto was too sharp and would have caused him too much damage, so instead I decided to sit on his face. And being a very big Mistress with a very big bottom, I was sure that would teach him how to behave.

“Take that,” I said, as I straddled his face and then sat down hard upon his head. His nose and mouth went up the crack of my arse, which made it hard for him to breathe. He began to writhe and beg for mercy, but I just kept on piling on the pressure for him, using every ounce of my considerable girth to punish the naughty, little shit. I even began to bounce up and down, so that my arse cheeks were slapping against his face. It was a proper hard crushing, but then again he had been a very naughty boy! And what else could he expect for daring to peek at a curvaceous, voluptuous goddess like me!”.