| He squirmed in a corner somewhere deep within the smooth rolls of
silk, masterbating fererishly as he had been commanded to do. The fabric
would move and push him, slide him along, change shape and force his tiny
body into small, narrow spaces. It was like being manipulated by the waves
of the ocean, except that the smell of leather was everywhere.
Angela walked into the room and every slave looked up. She ran one hand along the smooth softness of her tight black leather skirt, and her other hand pressed flat into the front panel. The light gleaned off of the smooth folds of lambskin, and the slaves stared as the folds moved when Angela took a few steps towards them. The Goddess gently pressed her fingers over the tiny bulges in one of the skirt�s front pockets and chuckled. Deep inside the pocket, the slaves groaned with pleasure and pain. Some of them were accidentally crushed into the silk lining by the pressure from Angela�s fingertips. There guts seeped into the lining and made it slip together. �I want some men to worship my skirt. Who wants to go first?�, she clicked down the aisle in her high-heeled black leather boots. The tall, gleaming leather shafts were just as soft and supple as her skirt. Most of the men fell from their chairs onto the floor as she approached them. She saw one of the slaves jerking off near the back of the room and came right up to his desk. Angela planted her fashion boot on his chair, between his quivering legs. The helpless slave was now staring straight ahead at the luscious black leather folds of the Goddess� skirt. and the tall, gleaming shaft of her leather boot. �I guess my skirt turns you on, huh?�, teased the Goddess. �Or maybe you like my boots?� She nudged the toe of her boot forward, pressing it hard between the slave�s legs until she was stepping on his rockhard penis. The slave looked down at the shiny black leather boot. It�s rounded toe was heavenly. He stared from the toe up to the very top lip of the shaft, absorbing every inch of the buttersoft leather with his eyes. �Well, slave, are you ready to join this soft leather?� She ran her open palm over the front panel of her skirt, beckoning the slave to lean forward. Angela smiled as the slave understood and leaned his face towards the skirt, his desperate tongue waiting for instructions. She put one hand behind his head and pushed him closer, until his tongue touched the soft leather. She let him go and watched with satisfaction as the slave started licking the smooth, buttery black leather between her legs. �Now, pay attention, class. This slave is worshipping my leather skirt with his tongue. I�ll show you how to worship a woman�s leather skirt with your whole body...�, and with that, Angela shrunk the helpless man and pressed him into the buttersoft leather with one finger. The little body squirmed as it was poked into the impossibly smooth lambskin by Angela�s fingertip. She pressed a little harder until the pink body crushed. Every slave in the class gasped with excitement when they heard the tiny crushing sound, and they saw the trickle of pink mush that oozed out from beneath the Goddess� fingertip, making a striking contrast against the black leather. Angela lifted her finger away and sucked the juice off it with her ruby red lips. The men stared at the tiny pink glob, still clinging to the soft leather skirt, right between the Goddess� legs. Angela strutted down the aisle, letting them all see the trace of goo on her skirt. �Now, that�s one way I can kill you�, she stood next to another slave. This one was trembling in his seat. Angela planted her leather boot again on this slave�s chair, then ran one hand up and down the smoft leather of the boot shaft. �Or you can die against my boot leather, like this...� She pressed the sole of her fashion boot hard against the slave�s crotch. The man cried out and was quickly shrunk. Angela smirked down at the tiny, insignificant speck of flesh that now scurried beneath the shadow of her boot-toe. She reached down with two fingers and pinched the little man out from under her toe, and lifted his wriggling body up to a spot along the boot-shaft. She pressed the slave against the seam of the shaft, about halfway up, and slowly smeared its soft body upwards along the seam. The entire class watched Angela�s finger making the wet, pink smear. They heard the sound of liquid guts as the tiny man�s body was spread out, becoming a glistening streak of pulp. Angela chuckled when she pulled her finger away, tilting the boot so everyone could see the smear-mark glistening on the supple black leather of her Bandolino boot. She quickly stomped her boot back down to the floor. �That�s two ways for you to die�. The Goddess looked at the slave to her right. �You. Tell everyone what you�ve learned so far�. The man gasped and simply fell to his knees. He looked up at the perfect Goddess with the long, dark hair. Her soft leather skirt and her soft leather boots towered over him. �We can die against your skirt,...or against your bootshaft,� it stammered. �Where else do you think you might die?,� asked the Goddess as she slowly raised one of her boots on its sharp heel. The slave could see the lines of the boot�s non-slip tread as the sole lifted up a few inches. He squirmed towards the boot with his tongue hanging out, hoping to lick under the sole. �Pay attention, class. This is the most natural way for a Goddess to squish a slave. Under the sole of her boot�. The man licked under the boot�s toe, trying to wedge himself further so he could taste the ridges of the treaded sole. Angela lifted her sole a little higher so the slave could get a good look at the tread, then she shrunk him. �There are a million ways to step on a man. You can stomp down hard like this...�, she raised her whole boot off the floor. The tiny man stared upwards in awe at the treaded boot-sole. He could see the entire bottom of the fashion boot , the sole, the arch, the bottom of the wedge-heel. He could see up the black leather shaft towards the Goddess who was looking coldy down at him. Angela stomped down flatly, smashing the little man into a red splatter. She quickly lifted the boot to show the class the smear pattern left by the crushed man, as well as the faint traces of wetness on her boot-tread. �Or you can squash a man slowly...like this...�, she said as she grabbed the closest slave sitting nearby. She pointed him down to the floor and laughed as the boy instinctively fell to his side and curled up, ready to die. Angela raised her boot and rested the sole on the slave�s begging face. She let the man taste the traces of jelly on her boot-tread from the last dead slave, then shrunk him. Angela hovered her sole a few inches over the now tiny man, then slowly lowered her boot until she was resting her non-skid sole on the tiny, soft bump. �I like to feel them jiggling under my sole, right before I crush them�. The tiny slave was masterbating, praying to the giant tread that covered him. He was staring at the deep gullets of the tan leather non-skid sole. �Now, let�s see how slow I can squish it�, Angela giggled as she pressed down gently on top of the little man. The bump was jiggling faster, and getting caught in the lines of the tread. �This one�s really turned on. If it�s lucky, it�ll shoot cum before it gets squished�. The slaves in the class stared with fascination at the Goddess Angela�s leather boot, almost resting flatly on the linoleum floor, except for the miniscule man trapped underneath. They all dreamed that they would be under that boot, too. One slave fell from his chair and begged to be stepped on next. It crawled towards the Goddess� boot and wanted to be shrunk. �Please, Goddess, I want to go under your sole, too!� Angela smiled and grabbed the crawling slave by the hair. She pulled his head down towards her boot, and made him sniff the soft black leather of the shaft. �Aww, that�s cute. A little volunteer�. She very slowly lowered her sole until the tiny trapped man underneath was squeezed flat into a soft pancake of pink goo. The class watched with excitement as a thin layer of pink mush oozed out from the side of the sole. She shrunk the volunteer sniffing her shaft and laughed as the suddenly tiny man scurried as fast as its ant-sized body could, towards the side of her boot, right where the pink ooze had appeared. �He wants to join his friend,�, mused Angela as she lifted the sole up slightly, allowing the tiny boy to see the pressed shape of the squashed slave, half of it sticking to the linoleum floor; the other half clinging to the sole�s tread. The tiny man scurried right into the small pink splotch. �Now this is a good slave. It knows exactly where I want it to go�. When the tiny man started wriggling in the clump of pink mush, Angela smiled to herself. �He�s stuck in that splotch. See how he�s jerking off on top of another slave�s squished pulp? All he cares about is worshipping the bottom of my boot. That�s all that matters�. Angela rewarded the slave by reaching down with her finger and lightly prodding the twitching bug. �Wriggle faster, litte man. I�m going to spread your guts out as wide as I can�. Another slave crawled from its chair towards Goddess Angela and begged to join the splotch of goo also. Angela smiled, �That�s good. You knew exactly what I wanted. The secret of pleasing a Goddess is knowing what she wants. You have to read a Goddess� mind and know where she wants your little body�. I was just thinking about how I wanted another man to ask to go under my boot. And you saved me the trouble of commanding you�. She shrunk the slave and laughed as it quickly scurried under the hovering boot-sole. The little pink thing entered the wet splotch and started jerking off next to the other tiny slave. �These two slaves get to die now�, said Angela as she slowly pressed the tread of her sole down, squishing the soft bodies together into red and pink mush. The squeezing sound of the little men�s bodies was the only sound in the room. When Angela slid her boot back, she made a long red streak on the floor. The entire classroom erupted with excitement. Every slave wanted to die next. Angela laughed at the worthless insects and picked one as her next victim. She lifted her leg up and lay her boot across the top of the slave�s desk, facing her boot-sole towards his eager face. The boy stared closely at the lines of the tread with the pink goo spread across them. The pulp was still glistening wet. �Read my mind, slave. Do what I want�, commanded the Goddess. The slave leaned towards the sole and started licking the goo from the tread. �Good, now what else do I want?� The slave pressed his cheek against the wet sole and cried out, �Please, Goddess! Crush me into this boot-sole!� �So far so good. Now can anyone else read my mind?� Two more slaves left their desks and knelt on either side of the black boot�s long leather shaft, as it lay across the desk. The two slaves started licking the soft leather shaft from either side. Angela smiled at the two slaves� sudden impulses....after all, they were doing exactly what she wanted them to do! |
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