Mistress Gaia – Piggy’s Crushed Porker

Today, I have my little piggy on his knees at the foot of my throne. Hes in fever and I think he wants to relieve himself. So Im going to see if I can give him some incentive. However, not in the way he thinks. I warn him he must not spunk unless I give him permission. I begin by ordering him to grunt for me, then place his sausage on the edge of my throne. I am wearing a beautiful pair of sandles, and Im going to use them on Mr. Piggy to trample his jizz-shotgun. As I press down on it he lets out a squeal, its going to hurt a lot more. I stamp and dig my stiletto into his knob, making sure he feels the sharpness of my steel tipped high-heeled shoes. I want to make him suffer more, and I have a pair of footwear with much thicker feet. I quickly switch, and once again begin to trample on my piggys hard-on. I notice his knob is beginning to dribble. However, he will not be permitted the luxury of rapture. Only the painful pleasure of feeling the pressure of my beautiful shoes, as they crush his throbbing porker. Grunt for me Mr. Piggy, Grunt some .