Trampling Madrid - THEY GREET ME IN THEIR OWN WAY 2
His Face Becomes Their Footrest in Madrid's Trampling Paradise
THEIR GREETINGS MAY BE UNORTHODOX, BUT THEY SURE ARE MEMORABLE
As the doors of Trampling Madrid's studio swung open, he gasped for air, his heart racing in anticipation of what lay ahead. His eyes widened in shock as he found himself face-to-face with two goddesses, their towering figures casting him in their shadows. They greeted him with a look of indifference, their feet already finding their mark on the ground beneath them. The room seemed to shrink around him, the only thing that mattered now was the feeling of their soles pressing against his skin.
As they continued to stride past him, he couldn't help but feel the weight of their presence. Their thudding steps echoed through the room, each stride sending vibrations through the air. Despite their apparent disregard for him, he couldn't tear his eyes away from them. He watched as they made their way towards the center of the room, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with one another.
Their attire was simple yet alluring, revealing just enough to leave little to the imagination. Their legs were adorned with nothing but some delicate lace, accentuating every curve and muscle beneath. As they reached the center of the room, they turned to face him, their gazes locking onto his. He felt a shiver run down his spine, knowing that at any moment, those cold, hard soles could meet his flesh once again.
But instead of stepping on him, they broke out into a smile. It wasn't the warm, welcoming kind of smile he was used to receiving from others. No, this was a smile that spoke of power and control. A smile that said "we have you right where we want you". And for a moment, he wondered if maybe he should have been afraid.
But then they began to move, their bodies swaying and undulating to an unheard rhythm. Their feet lifted off the ground, hovering just above him. And then, with a sudden burst of energy, they descended upon him, their soles connecting with his skin in a flurry of sensations. He gasped for air, his mind filling with images of those perfect, untouchable goddesses crushing him beneath their weight.
As the moment passed, they rose once again, leaving him gasping for breath beneath their feet. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in the knowing that they would do it all again. In this world ruled by these goddesses, he had found his purpose. A purpose that might just be his undoing.
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