GODDESS CHARLENE: UNDER THE COUCH
He stumbled off of the elevator and fell to his knees at the sight of the
Goddess in the long, black leather coat. Charlene was waiting in the lobby for a
cab ride and puffed a cigarette while she stared out the window. From his
position on the floor, the slave could see Charlene�s black leather boots
peeking out from beneath the coat. They were western boots, with pointed toes
and sharp heels. The Goddess didn�t even look down at him as she spoke,� They�re
Durangos. Do you like them?�
The slave murmered his prayers and crawled
closer. His Mistress had sent him downstairs for something but the sight of
Goddess Charlene had made him forget the entire world. The only thing he knew
now was those beautiful black leather boots and that long, long leather coat.
�Y...yes, Goddess...�
�Good, then you can check out the bottoms�. The
slave crwaled right next to the boots and panted heavily as Charlene lifted one
of the them slightly, enough so he could get his tongue underneath the sole.
�All the way under, bug�, commanded Charlene as she shrunk the slave.
The man was now as small as an ant. He obeyed the Goddess by squirming
beneath her boot�s sole, beneath the great expanse of smooth leather. It was
dark, and all he could smell was leather. Since the boots were new, the leather
had a very unique smell.
Goddess Charlene was growing tired waiting for
this cab. She glanced down the length of her leather coat to her cowboy boots.
She smiled at the one boot she was holding less than an inch off the floor. She
hadn�t even bothered to watch the slave crawl underneath. She rested her sole on
top of his little body and could feel he was there. �Congratulations, worm. You
get to be the first slave to squish under this boot�.
The man begged for
his worthless life as the pressure from the giant sole became too great. His
body was being squeezed downward, compressed and flattened. Charlene gently
pressed the little bump and chuckled as she felt it break into gooey paste. The
man was being smushed flat and made a delicious liquidy noise as it died. She
anxiously lifted her sole up to inspect the wet glob now clinging to the sole.
Charlene sat on a nearby couch and crossed the one boot over her knee,
so she could look at the crushed man in detail. She lightly poked the glob with
her fingertip, feeling the soft goo.
The elevator opened again and a
beautiful woman strode into the lobby. She had long red hair and a long, red
leather skirt to match. As she went towards the revolving door, clicking in her
knee-high red leather fashion boots, four hapless slaves scurried after her,
carrying bags of luggage.
Charlene watched with mild interest as the
Goddess went out to the pavement, followed by the bumbling slaves, then
proceeded to direct the worms to loading her bags into the trunk of her car.
Charlene dragged on her cigarette as she watched through the window. She
saw the red-haired Goddess slap one of the slaves in its face for fumbling a
heavy suitcase. The stupid slave fell to his knees to apologize and the Goddess
planted the heel of her red boot into the man�s chest, pushing him down on his
back. The other slaves continued loading the trunk, ignoring the scene.
The man squirmed desperately under the Goddess� boot and was immediately
shrunk. Charlene felt a twinge of warmth between her legs at the sight of the
woman�s red leather boot twisting into the ground, crushing the suddenly tiny
man and grinding its soft gooey paste back and forth into the concrete.
The other slaves finished loading the trunk and simply knelt in
submission by the side of the curb, awaiting new instructions. The woman was
still smearing the slave-goo under her high-heel boot, until she scraped the
sole backwards, creating a long streak of red and pink on the ground.
She smirked at the stain on the ground and opened the car door, getting
in and apparently forgetting about the remaining slaves.
Charlene smiled
to herself as the car pulled out of the parking space and left. The three slaves
simply lumbered back through the revolving door into the lobby, hopelessly
abandoned. Charlene liked seeing the stain outside on the pavement, as various
pedestrians walked by, their shoes and boots stepping on the stain, women who
never even glanced downwards to see the dirty mark that had only a minute ago,
been a man.
The three slaves huddled near the front desk, trying to
ignore Charlene, who was still mindlessly caressing the wet glob stuck to her
boot-sole. �It looks like your Mistress abandoned you. What a shame. Why don�t
you three come over here so you can die properly?�
The slaves nervously
got on their hands and knees, then crawled towards Goddess Charlene. �We�re just
luggage slaves, Goddess. We help women carry their luggage�.
�How many
of you are there?�, she asked, amused that the worms could even talk.
�We can�t count, Goddess, but we�re all kept in a drawer behind the
desk�.
Charlene glanced at the hotel�s reception desk and laughed at the
thought. She hadn�t seen anyone running the desk since she had been down here. A
drawer full of tiny men?
�You worms actually think you�re going to go
back that drawer? Forget it,� Charlene chuckled as she uncrossed her boot from
her knee and lowered both boot-heels to the floor, pointing the tan leather
soles towards the slaves, �This is where you�re all going. Come on, let�s get
those tongues out.�
The three slaves quickly crawled towards the soles
and started licking. �Make sure you get that dead thing off of there. I just
killed it. It was my first crush this morning. You three can be my next
crushes�.
One of the slaves licked off the tiny glob from the left boot
and swallowed it. All three slaves were amazed and entranced by how clean and
spotless sboth soles were otherwise. They could tell the boots were very new.
Charlene slid both boots back, half under the couch, so they were
resting flat on their soles. The three men crwaled forward quickly, and scurried
after the boots, licking the pointy toes. The Goddess looked down and smiled at
the sight of the three helpless men, their heads disappearing under the couch,
licking her soft leather boots. She let her long leather coat drape down,
surrounding the upper halves of the three men�s bodies. Now there were encased
in leathery darkness.
In the deep darkness, the slaves kept licking the
western boot-toes and whatever other parts of the boots they could get their
tongues on. They were overcome by the smell of leather from the boots and the
soft leather coat that lay on top of their backs.
The elevator opened
again and a nervous-looking slave stumbled out. He went behind the reception
desk and sat down. He tried to avert his gaze, but couldn�t help secretly
staring at the scene across the lobby. He almost drooled at the sight of the
gorgeous blonde Goddess in her long, black leather trenchcoat. He stared at the
glimmering, soft black leather of the coat�s sleeves, the wide lapels and the
welt pockets. He stared at the coat�s leather belt that was untied and spilled
onto the couch on either side. He heard the quiet murmuring of the three slaves
who were buried under the rich leather of the coat, halway under the couch. The
reception desk slave desperately wanted to know what the Goddess was wearing
under there. Did she have black leather boots to match her coat?
The
slave nervously left the desk and approached Charlene. �E..excuse me,
Goddess....I w...w...wanted to know...�
�What do you want to know,
little man?,� asked the Goddess with an amused smile. The three bootlickers were
starting to work their way from the toes towards the arches. Charlene could feel
their little tongues against the leather. The men were pretty quiet though, and
only groaned occasionally.
�I wanted to know if you were wearing
boots...black boots to match your leather coat...�
Goddess Charlene
motioned for the slave to come close, and lightly patted her hand on the leather
of her coat as it draped over her knee. �Come here�, she commanded. The slave
instinctively fell to his knees and waddled over. Charlene let the slave rest
its trembling face against the butersoft leather of her coat as she played with
one end of her coat�s belt. She playfully ran the soft leather belt across the
begging man�s face as she talked to him. �I have cowboy boots on. They�re black
leather, just like this coat. And they have nice, flat soles. Those slaves down
there are licking them now. I can feel their worthless tongues through the
leather�.
The poor slave moaned and begged as he felt the softness of
the belt and the softness of the coat. The smell of all that leather was too
much. He could hear the quiet sound of three tongues licking from beneath the
couch.
�I bet you�d like to go down there too and lick my boots, too�
whispered Charlene as she teasingly touched the slave�s trembling lips with the
very tip of the belt.
�Are you going to kill me?,� panted the helpless
slave. Charlene just laughed and pressed the belt-end against the slave�s mouth,
letting him lick and kiss the leather. �I�m going to smush you here,� she said
as she led the slave towards the opening of her coat pocket. �I want you to die
right here against the corner of this pocket�.
She indicated to the
slave the top corner lip of the welt pocket , and used two fingers to slip open
the pocket a little, so the slave could get a glimpse of the darkness within.
The inside of the pocket was all leather for a few inches down. The slave
couldn�t see any deeper, where the pocket was lined with silk. Charlene was
amused as the slave obediently started licking the corner of the pocket, begging
to be crushed. The poor worm was unaware that dozens of captured men were
crawling at the bottom of that deep pocket, many of them crushed and smeared
into the silk, others wriggling and worshipping to their giant blonde Goddess
above.
Beneath the couch, the three slaves kept licking the arches and
even the sharp heels of Charlene�s cowboy boots. They were so lost in the
darkness and the taste of leather that they couldn�t hear anyhting else, not
even the sounds of their own tongues licking. Occasionally, the Goddess would
shift her boots a little, as she played with the slave above, and the men
desperately kept their tongues going, licking whatever inch of leather they
could. One of the slaves had been washing the side of one of the boot-heels for
a long time, and had fallen in love with the texture and feel of the heavy
stacked wedge. When Charlene happened to move that boot, she raised the heel
about an inch off the floor, just for a second, resting the boot on its toe as
she was playing with her coat pocket slave. The heel-licking slave quickly got
his tongue under the heel, anxious to explore the new area. He started moaning
loudly at the new feel of the criss-cross pattern of the heel�s fine tread. He
begged with his moaning that he would be shrunk and crushed when that heel came
back down to the floor. He wished he could see what the criss-cross pattern
looked like before he died.
As Goddess Charlene ran her coat�s belt over
the slave who was licking her pocket, she noticed the moaning of the one slave
licking under her heel. She consciously lifted the heel a little higher,
standing the boot more on its toe, and was amused to feel the slave�s tongue
following and his moan become even more frantic. She could feel the other
slaves� two tongues getting under the now-exposed sole. All three men were
licking under that one boot!
She looked back at the man licking the
corner of her pocket. �Are you ready?�, she asked as she pressed her fingertip
against the exact spot where she wanted the man to die. �When I shrink you, I
want you to squish here. Right against the corner of this pocket. Now pray to my
soft leather coat one more time�.
The slave wriggled and screamed in
ecstacy right as Charlene shrunk him. She laughed at the suddenly tiny slave as
it crawled on top of the sumptuous black leather, less than an inch below the
spot where she was still pressing. �Come here, little man. I want to press you�.
The slave stared in fascination as it crawled, immersed in the deep sea
of soft, supple leather. The smell was so strong, he almost passed out. The
sight of the gigantic woman�s fingertip, pressing into the leather was
incredible. The lip of the pocket, so huge and wide. He could see every stitch
along the seams, every detail of the black leather grain. He was so close to the
corner, where the lip of the pocket joined the rest of the coat, where the
pink-painted fingernail waited for him.
Then another incredible sight
occured to the miniscule man. Further above, in that same giant hand, Goddess
Charlene was playing with the soft leather of the coat�s belt. The slave looked
up at the shiny, smooth black leather belt as it ran through the Goddess�
fingers. The belt seemed so soft and supple.
He crawled over the
stitching, where the two seams met at the pocket�s corner, as the giant
fingertip lifted away. He looked upwards again at the many fingers holding the
black leather belt. He heard the Goddess moaning with some kind of pleasure.
�Worship me,� she whispered, as the fingers came down, lowering the end of the
leather belt. He worshiped the Goddess and all her leather as he saw the end of
the coat belt coming closer. He saw the rows of stitching that ran along either
side of the belt, the grain of the black leather, and the pointed tip of the
belt bending down towards him. The Goddess was going to crush him with the very
tip of her coat�s belt! He wriggled and begged and worshipped.
Charlene
lightly poked the tip of her belt into the soft, helpless male body clinging to
the corner of her coat pocket. She pressed the tip of the belt flatly against
the pocket, smushing the little man into soft juice that seeped into the
buttersoft leather. She slowly slipped the leather belt along the edge of the
pocket, working the dead slave�s goo into the lambskin.
She became aware
of a sudden increase in the frantic licking that was going on under her one
cowboy boot. She could feel all three slave tongues washing across the flat sole
of her boot. The boot was still resting on its toe, and Charlene slowly lowered
it back to the floor, so that the sole lay flat. the worshipping men now had to
lick the sides of the boot again.
Since they were all licking one boot,
Charlene withdrew the other one from under the couch and stepped it heavily on
one of the slave�s backs. She dug the sharp wedge-heel into the squirming man
and pressed the flat, smooth leather sole down hard.
�Lucky little
slaves. ..getting to lick my boots. Now one of you is getting stepped on, too�.
The slave who felt the boot on his back licked even faster than the others.
�You, lick farther up. Lick the shaft of my boot�. She twisted her heel
into the man�s back. She giggled as she felt the one tongue gradually move
upwards from the bottom of her boot towards the shaft. �Keep going to you get to
the pull-tab�, she said.
The slave obediently licked up along the
smooth, black leather shaft until he found the strap of the pull-tab. In the
quiet darkness, the worshipping slave slipped his helpless tongue inside the
tab, licking it as best as he could.
Charlene then lifted her boot-heel
from the slave�s back and dug it into the one squirming next to him. �You. Lick
the tab on the other side�. She felt that slave�s tongue lick up the boot shaft
and insert itself in the other tab. The Goddess was amused at the thought of two
men licking the insides of the pull-tabs of her cowboy boots in complete
darkness.
She then dug her heel into the third slave�s back. �What
should I do with you? I know...suck on the toe�. The slave quickly obeyed and
swallowed as much of the pointy western boot-toe as he could. He could taste the
worn leather and feel the small stitching pattern on top of the toe.
Goddess Charlene played with the squirming bodies inside her coat pocket
as she revelled in the sensation of those three helpless mouths below. She ran
her fingers through the tiny bits of soft male flesh, wondering how many men she
would kill today...how many tiny bodies would she smash beneath her boots or
crush inside this pocket?
She chuckled to herself as she shrunk the
three men under the couch at once. The one sucking her boot-toe wound up
crawling on the very tip of the toe. She could feel it wriggling there, right on
the tip. The two pull-tab lickers wound up just where she wanted them...inside
the tabs. Charlene carefully lifted her boot out from under the couch and rested
it on her knee. Her long, leather coat draped over her leg. She laughed at the
sight of the little man clinging to the leather-covered toe.
�Pray to
the toe of my boot, slave,� she said as she used the belt from her coat to smear
the tiny man�s guts around the point of the toe. She worked the soft pulp along
the edge of the sole with the soft, lambskin of the belt. The gentle, squishing
sound made her wet between her legs. There was nothing left of the man but a
glint of wetness on her toe.
Charlene then looked at the miniscule bulge
under one of the boot�s pull-tabs. She pressed the bulge very slightly with one
finger. �What do I have under here? A little, trapped man?� She bent back the
tab to laugh at the squirming pink body. It was worshipping the inside of the
tab, surrounded by boot leather. She let the small piece of leather go and
covered the man again. She liked watching the tab jiggle slightly from the
trapped slave underneath. �Just think where you are, bug. Stuck inside the
pull-tab of a woman�s cowboy boot. Just think how easy it is for me to squash
you�, she said as she pressed the tab a little harder. Charlene moaned as she
felt the bump compress and flatten, the sound of the crushing slave under the
tab making sticky pulp. She pressed the tab flat against the boot shaft, then
quickly bent it back again. This time there was no squirming pink body, only a
wet splotch of pink liquid. A dead, crushed slave.
She ran her hand
around to the other side of her cowboy boot to feel the other pull-tab. �Oooh,
what do I have in here?� She felt the tiny, twitching bulge and slipped one
finger carefully inside the loop of the tab to touch the helpess slave. �Do you
like it inside there?�
The little man wriggled helplessly as the giant
fingertip prodded him inside the loop. �Keep jerking off, slave. I�m going to
kill you inside this pull-tab. Pray to my cowboy boot as I smush you�. The giant
fingertip pulled away and the slave obeyed, feeling itself as it worshipped the
black leather above him that was the underside of the pull-tab, and the black
leather below him that was the boot-shaft itself. He worshipped all the
stitching where the tab was sewn to the shaft, and the rounded top of the shaft,
where the tab folded over to disappear on the inner side.
Charlene
rested her fingertip on the outside of the tab, feeling the small bump. She
stood the boot up on the couch, so she could see the tab better as she pressed
it.
She took the end of her coat belt and held it near the tab. �I
wonder if this belt will fit in there?,� she wondered aloud. It seemed that the
soft leather belt was just about the right width to fit inside the tab. She
carefully tried to slide the tip of the supple, leather belt in through the
small loop of the tab. She had to curl the belt a little to get it in there.
Inside the tab, the tiny man squirmed and begged for its worthless life
as he saw the edge of the black leather belt entering. He saw the two gigantic
fingers holding the soft leather, and the grain of the belt as it slid all the
way in. He felt the belt pressing against him, and he started to crush.
Goddess Charlene delicately slipped the soft leather through the
pull-tab. The slipping was smooth since the leather was being coated with
squashing slave goo. When she pushed the belt all the way out the other side of
the tab, she was amused to see traces of pink and red mush, clinging to the
belt-tip. �What a nice way for a slave to die,� she thought to herself.