You climax and shoot droplets of cum onto the ground. Goddess Barbara laughs and uncrosses the one boot from her knee and lowers its sole onto your begging face. You can smell and taste the leather of the sole. You can feel the non-skid tread against your trembling lips.
"You're such a lucky slave. I let you cum right before you died..." Without another word, Barbara shrinks you and you are now the size of an ant, staring up at the same sole, only it's as big as house. "Say you're a lucky little slave. Say it loud...I want to hear it".