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Alissa slipped on her favorite pair of tan leather fashion boots. They
were an old pair, with thick black zippers running up the soft, leather
shafts. The non-slip soles were somewhat worn, but still had some grip.
She happily zipped the boots up over her tight jeans and spent some time
checking out the large, stacked wedge-heels, medium height and very heavy.
She then stomped out of her bedroom into the kitchen, looking for the piece of paper on which she had written the party�s address. As she rifled through one of the kitchen drawers, her boots stood heavily on the tiled linoleum floor. A very small man was staring at those huge heels and flat soles from about three feet away. He was hiding behind a leg of the kitchen table. He was mesmerized as Alissa�s boots moved slightly from time to time, the supple folds of leather catching the light. He trembled with fear as Alissa left the cabinet and stepped towards the table to pull out a chair to sit down. When he saw the boot step right near the table leg, he almost screamed. It was so gigantic, and so heavy! The floor seemed to shake. Then Alissa sat down and crossed one booted leg over her knee. (she was looking through a purse for the note) The tiny slave stared at the boot still on the floor. It was so close...He instinctively crawled towards the round point of the toe. He loved seeing the shiny boot-toe, on top of the sole leather. He got less than an inch from the toe and started praying on his knees. When he looked up, he saw the other boot hanging overhead. He could see the bottom of the boot�s sole, although it was very high up, he could make out some of the dirty marks and ground-in splotches. Goddess Alissa ran through the contents of her small purse but found no paper. She DID find a loose collection of slaves crawling at the bottom of the purse. They must have been in there for days! She huffed with annoyance and spilled the dozen or so men out onto the kitchen table. �Where the hell did I leave that address?�, she murmered as she used the tip of her thumb to press one of tiny men into the table, crushing its soft guts into paste. She twisted her thumb a little into the goo, then wiped it across in a streak across the wooden surface. The other little men scattered and Alissa licked the wetness from her thumb. The man on the floor was still worshipping the giant boots from below when he heard the faint sound of a body smushing. He could only imagine what was going on on top of that table. He climbed on top of the boot-toe and then onto the boot itself. He was as small as an ant so it took about five minutes just to make it over the round of the leather-covered toe. Once he was on top, he licked the smooth leather and prayed to the great Goddess Alissa. If he stared straight ahead, the shaft of the tan leather boot rose hundreds of feet towards the Goddess� knees. The boot was his entire world now. Alissa used her hand to scoop the group of tiny slaves towards the edge of the table, then her other hand to catch them all. She dropped them all on the chair right between her legs. The little group of worshippers stared up at the fly of her jeans, praying to the denim and the rivets. She was still thinking about how she was going to find the party as she unzipped her fly. Alissa looked casually down at the tiny flesh-colored things as they scrambled in front of her fingers pulling down the zipper. They all wanted to go inside...how cute! �Maybe I should make my own party here...,� she teased as she pinched one of the little men and poked his wriggling body in through the now open fly. She giggled as she poked the slave all the way into her panties, pressing him lightly over her clit. The rest of the slaves prayed to the giant finger, hoping to be poked inside next. Alissa used the tiny, wriggling thing to stimulate her warm clit, and started rubbing firmly, moaning as she did. The helpless man was slowly squeezed and smeared into wet juice as the Goddess� giant finger rubbed him into the silk material. Far down below, the boot-licking slave was in ecstacy. He was humping the toe of the giant boot, tasting the worn leather and praying to its strong smell. He could hear the Goddess moaning above and the gentle sound of liquid mush. He had heard so many men crush before, he knew what it sounded like. In his excitement, the little man crawled in from the toe towards the boot-shaft. The rise was too much and he could only get about halfway as far as the bottom of the shaft, not even as high as where the big, black zipper started! Meanwhile, Goddess Alissa revelled in the pleasurable feeling of moist dead slave-goo and looked with half-open eyes down at the rest of the captives facing her crotch. She still had one boot crossed over her knee, and suddenly realized that the slaves had never turned around and worshipped the boot. How dare they not immediately pray to her elegant fashion boot, so close to their tiny, worthless bodies? �Turn around, slaves, and look at my leather boot. See the back of that stacked heel. You lucky boys are going to pray to this beautiful boot as I kill you�. The slaves wriggled helplessly as they stared at the back of the gigantic boot. Alissa simply picked one up, out of the crowd and deposited it on the black zipper, about halfway up the gleaming shaft. �You like the zippers?� She laughed at the man as he rubbed himself into the closed teeth of the boot-zipper. The little thing was masterbating as it stared up and down the eternal length of the black metal teeth. When he looked one way, the zipper led towards the foot; when he looked the other way, it led to the top of the shaft, where the great Goddess� jeans were tucked in and the zipperhead waited, almost teasingly. Alissa had an idea. She quickly scooped up the rest of the men and dropped them all on the smooth, leather shaft. �All of you get on the zipper and beg to be smeared�. Then she slipped her finger back through the open fly of her jeans to play with herself again. The Goddess loved watching the tiny men crawling all over the shaft of her boot, trying to collect themselves all along the length of her boot-zipper, as she rubbed her throbbing clitoris. �All of you get on that zipper. Wedge yourselves into the teeth�. The tiny men obeyed, each one scrambling to shove itself into a spot along the black zipper. Alissa was rubbing herself quickly, getting warmer. It excited her to see all of the tiny male worms crawling over her boot shaft. She rubbed herself until she moaned out loud, then slowly lifted her boot from her knee and lowered it down towards the floor. The slaves were clinging desperately along the zipper now that the boot was vertical. They forced themselves as best as they could into the spaces between the closed teeth, so they wouldn�t fall. Alissa moaned uncontrollably as she glanced down at both boots. She loved seeing the specks of pink flesh dotted along the length of the one boot�s zipper. She screamed out with passion and did what was natural: the Goddess pressed the two shafts of her boots together! The tiny men begged and prayed as they were pressed between the two leather shafts. Goddess Alissa started to climax and instinctively rubbed her boots together. She loved the sound and feeling of the leather shafts slipping, and the beautiful sound of thr boot-zippers as they grinded together, punctuated by the miniscule sound of squeezing and squishing bodies. Little men were dying between her boot shafts! The Goddess couldn�t contain herself and she rubbed the shafts together frantically. The leather shafts slipped easier when they became wet from the smeared slaves. �Ooh, little men...what a perfect way for you to die...�, she murmured. Alissa glanced down at her boots and pulled them apart, enough to see the barely visible trickle of liquid all along both zippers. She then noticed another slave, way down on the toe of one of her boots! �What are you doing down there? Did you want to squeeze between my boots, too?� The tiny man became terrified. He had just been through a torturous ride as the giant boot he was on shook all over the place. Now he was lying near the tip of the leather toe, clinging on for dear life. He looked up at the gigantic boots, up along the black zippers, towards the tops of the boots. Alissa chuckled and lifted her other boot and rested its heavy, stacked heel on the one boot�s toe, facing the heel-bottom right next to the trembling slave. �Maybe I should just scrape you off of my toe with my heel�. The slave prayed to the underside of the giant heel. He saw every detail of the worn leather. There were three small studs hammered into the leather, forming a triangular pattern. The heads of the studs were incredibly worn and flattened out. As small as those studs were, each of their flat heads were bigger than his worthless body! �You like looking at the bottom of my heel? That�s cute...Do you see anything interesting?� The slave stared closer. He could actually see small flecks of caked-in mush around the edges of the studs. Remnants of dead bodies, long-since ground-in and dried, peeking out from under the taps� edges. It was hard to believe that slaves� remains could stay ground-in for that long and not be tracked off when the Goddess walked. Goddess Alissa started fingering herself again, and moaned heavily as she accidentally let the heel slip over the boot-toe, instantly smearing the tinyman into soft paste. Her heavy heel clunked on the linoleum and she realized what she had done. This made her more excited and she slipped her free hand down to feel the moist trickle on the heel bottom. �Oh, I didn�t mean to kill you so quick...,� she whispered. She thought quickly about what other men were in her apartment. She usually kept the kitchen drawer full of them, but it was empty now. Her mind was too filled with desire to think clearly anyway. Alissa managed to get out of the chair and make it to her bedroom, where she plopped on the bed, still feeling herself through the open fly of her tight jeans. She climaxed a few times, looking down at her tan leather boots once in a while, remembering the sound of the squishing men along the zippers, and the tiny one that got crushed under her heel. She called out absent-mindedly for more slaves! Deep inside the small coin pocket of her jeans, tucked away in darkness and denim, they stirred...a few little men, trapped in the pocket for days perhaps. They had been captured when Goddess Alissa walked by them at a bustop. She had laughed and shrunk them all at once, then stepped on half of them with her boots. The rest of the men she scooped up and slipped into this pocket. That seemed like ancient history to the worthless, useless slaves. They had been worshipping the inside of this pocket and had forgotten everything else. But now, the great Goddess was calling for them! The fifth pocket of Alissa�s jeans was small and tight, so the slaves had a hard time crawling towards the opening. The Goddess was squirming as she masterbated, so the little men were being taken for a monumental ride! When they started to climb out of the pocket, they stared in wonder at the sight of the gigantic Alissa. Denim was everywhere...there were giant gold rivets on either side of the pocket�s lip, and some of the men instinctively crawled towards the rivets to worship them. They could all see the crotch of the Goddess� jeans rising up to the distance, and her flat belly and heaving brests beyond. To the side, they saw her gigantic hand, one finger disappearing through the open teeth of the gold zipper of the fly. They knew what was happening, and prayed to become part of the Goddess� passion! |