ITALIAN SPEAKING The black iron cage is open, and the two slaves are already tied to its sides, their wrists and ankles bound by ropes, their naked bodies tense, their heads bowed in anticipation. We mistresses stand before them, stiletto heels at the ready, and we’ve decided to punish them all. The third is still on the ground, serving as a doormat beneath our warm soles. Before locking him up too, we brand him: one heel after another, the steel tip presses into his skin, leaving red marks that won’t fade. One after another, we step over him, the full weight of our bodies bearing down on his, his skin trembling beneath our warm, shiny soles. We tear him to shreds, then leave him in the cage, aching and exhausted!