Lie down. Don’t flinch.
“The floor never asks questions. Be like the floor.”
Trample audios aren’t gentle. They aren’t sensual. They’re brutal footfalls—verbal and ambient—meant to reduce you to nothing beneath her weight.
Boots. Soles. Impact. Mistress Solenne’s trample audios deliver domination with every step, breath, and bruise.
Hear the heels. The pressure. The degradation.
Whether it’s the click of a stiletto or the grind of a boot on your chest, these sounds mark ownership.
You’re not just stepped on. You’re stomped into memory.
“You’re soft because I haven’t broken you yet.”