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Mistress Christine, loves furs and leathers. She loves the taste of slave goo and is often
found snacking on any collection of slaves she finds. She wears boots with at least a 4"
heel.
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CHAPTER ONEImmedietly the slave dropped to its knees (with a satisfying thud) onto the hardwood floor. It trembled awaiting the fate of all alarm slaves. For a moment Christine stared at the ceiling, taking in the gloroius light that entered Her room and considered what the day might bring. Then Goddess Christine remembered that later there was to be quiet dinner with Raquel, followed by a fun night of murderous stomping. Mistress swung Her legs about so that Her feet were directly infront of Her kneeling slave's lips. "Kiss them", She ordered as She wiggled Her divine toes infront of the slave. Just before the slave's wortheless lips touched Her toes, the Goddess Christine shrunk the slave to he size of a pea. "I hate alarm clocks", with that Christine stomped Her foot down on the terrified slave, its warm goo spread up between Her toes, "mmm Nice kiss" She moaned. After pausing for a moment Mistress stood, Her naked form lit brilliantly by the noon day sun. Out of the corner of Her eye some commotion caught Her attention. The bedside slaves clambered about in their crystal bowl, jerking off against the glass and trying to get closer to witness Her beauty. Mistress had already squished half their numbers last night, it was so much better than counting sheep. The Goddess lifted the dish, stared at all the little squishies, "Don't rush little men you will all have a chance to worship me! soon". With the bowl in hand Mistress strode around the bed to Her closet, deep in thought as to what boots She would wear this morning. The closet slave quickly opened the doors revealing the fifteen or so boot boxes. Christine placed Her bowl of squishing slaves on the dresser, down among the coils of Her whip. Some slaves had cleaned all the goo off Her whip during the night, its braided leather gleamed devilishly in the sunlight. Christine smiled remembering the hundreds of screaming slaves that died miserably last night, each one suffering the lash and then slowly crushed beneath her boots. The Goddess pointed to a box containing a pair of Her favourite riding boots, the closet slave jumped up quickly and pulled the box free. Mistress Christine could hear the commotion that caused amongst all the slaves in all the boxes in Her closet. Mistress turned, grabed her bowl, strode over to Her bed and sat down down the fur blankets gently brushing Her skin. The miserabl! e closet slave crawled over to Her with the boot box, then presented it to Her. Mistress opened the box, and gasped as She was momentarly over taken by the rich smell of warm leather and the sight of a hundred little slaves climbing over Her boots. The boots were black, over the knee boots with a 4 inch heel and a dazzeling set of silver star spurs attached to the heels. The fold over was lined with rich chinchilla fur, which added to their warmth and sexiness. Mistress reached Her hand into the box to stroke Her boots. The fur felt so soft under Her hand, the shaft was the texture of warm butter, the toes as hard as steel. As She stroked the boots Goddess Christine unconciously grabbed a few slaves between her fingers and slowly squeezed, feeling each slave crunch before they popped. The leather soles of these boots were a testimony to Her love of stomping worthless slaves. After receiving his nod the closet slave carefully removed one of the boots from the box and held the shaft open for Christine's foot. Picked up Her bowl of slaves "You have lived one night too long, today you may line the inside of my boots, your squishey goo will give me such a wonderful fit." The slaves inside the bowl just stared up into Mistress smiling, perfect face. Mistress lifted the bowl and dumped the entire contents to Her waiting boot. Some slaves bounced against the shaft as they fell down the long shaft others had their limbs painfully broken as they slammed into the sole. All slaves were overtaken by the smell of the rich leather, but, not for long soon Mistress' foot blacked out the light, many cried out in worship to Her divine foot, others licked and jerked off agianst the leather of the boots, all knew they were going to become slave goo any moment. Mistress' foot slid down the long shaft, then it reached the bottom some of the slaves were pushed to the front of Mistress' boots as Her toes pushed them along, many were pulped as the got caught under Her toes, or pressed against the sides. Screams of dying slaved filled the dark cave. Not all slaves were killed immediatly. The slaves cowering at the heel were pinned between Her divne foot and the sole of Her boot, with amost no room to move. Christine always loved the feel of goo squeezing between Her toes, it is always a rush. She knew that most of the slaves in Her boot are now dead, pink mush cushioning Her foot. She knew that the slaves under Her heel were not dead, yet. She could feel them hopelessly squirming under Her, kissing Her foot, or jerking off waiting for the final squish. Mistress scooped up a handful of slaves from the boot box and carelessly threw them down the shaft of other boot. Quickly She thrust Her foot into the tight fitting shaft, apreciating the feel of warm leather and slave goo against Her naked foot. Quickly She stood, alowing her full weight to come down on the slaves in the heels, a satisfying crunch rippled through Her foot. Fifty or so boot slaves stared up out of the box, watching how cruel and wonderous Mistress was, admiring how the boots they had been worshipping for the past month looked on the Goddess. The boots gleamed from all thier licking and all the slave cum they had rubbed into the leather. Christine used the toe of Her boot to herd all the slaves into one corner. "Thats it, over there, nice and tight." "You!" She kicked the closet slave, "kneel and watch very closely, get your face good and close, you might be next." The slave obeyed, it's face mere inches from the pile of mini slaves. One slave made a break from the herded chattel, whishing to worship his Goddess up close. The slave only got a few inches before a murderous heel came from nowhere and smashed it to a smear. "Get ready to die slaves" with that Mistress Christine brought the worn soles of Her boots together, hovering over the huddled slaves, Her boots balanced on the high heels. From below, between the boots, some slaves gimpsed Christine's soft lips pursed together in a wicked, merciliess smile. "Call to Me slaves, call My name, worship Me." All the slaves began to scream for mercy from thier Goddess, they were soon answered by two slowly decending boot soles. Some slaves spilled out from beneath Her boots but they were helped back under by Mistress soft, warm hands. None of the slaves wanted to die, they all wanted to live and serve Her boots, Mistress dispised easy squishers, She loved the panic that preceeded the pain and death. Small squeels of delight escaped Her lips as Her the boots came down upon the helpless pile of slaves, squshing the life out of them. Mistress revelled in the crunching and squishing sounds, the sight of slave gooo rising up between Her boots, and the feel of warm, wet goo against Her hands. When Her feet could go no further Mistress stood up, bounced on Her toes, just to make sure nothing survived, and slowly licked the sweet goo from Her fingers! . Christine gingerly stepped out of the box to admire Her footwork. A small mountian off paste rose up from the floor of the box, where the goo had risen up between Her boots. The closet slave was trembling as it continued to stare at the paste where so many slaves had once been. Christine had developed a chill during Her morning fun so She reached into Her clothes closet to put on a warm mink dressing gown. She had finished tying up the belt She saw the dirty closet slave looking up at Her. With one fluid motion, Christine grabbed Her whip and slashed it across the slaves face, it fell back screaming in agony. Mercilessly She whipped the slave again and again, at first it yelped as the whip dug into its flesh but soon it was screaming in agony,desperatly wriggling on the ground. After a few minutes of fun the slave curled up into a ball perfect for shrinking. With the smallest of efforts Christine shrunk the slave until it was the size of an ant. Christine walked over and brought the toe of Her boot to rest on the little form, then with delicioius cruelty, She lowered her boot squeezing the slave, "Die you piece of filth, scream My name, let the pressure of My boot be the last thing You remember." She pressed Her toes into the floor, smearing th! e slave. With Her bloodied whip trailing behind Her Christine strode into Her study, where five kneeling slaves had been waiting. She drove the toe of Her boot into one slaves already hard cock, causing it to double over. "You will be my footrest." She turned to another, grabbed it by the hair" You will be my toy" Immediatly Christine shrunk the slave to a mere six inches. It hung suspended by its hair in Her hand. Mistress sat down on Her beautiful oxblood leather wing chair, propping Her feet up on Her new furniture, driving Her spurs viciously into it's back. From behind a slave brought over Her fur blanket and spread it out over Her, She always loved to snuggle with Her furs. Without hardly a though Christine placed Her new toy between Her thighs against Her cunt, wanting to feel it wriggle down there. A slave poured a cup of piping hot tea into a glass mug for Her and set down a bowl of snacks on the table. The fifth slave inserted Her morning cigarette into the silver holder and after offering it to his Goddess lit it. Mistress took a sip of Her tea and a long drag from Her cigarette life was good to Her. Then a little grumble told Her that She should eat. Reaching into the dish Christine pulled out a wiggling little slave, examined it and set it down on Her tongue. She closed Her mouth around it and played with the little thing inside, stroking it, hitting it and squeezing against Her cheek it with Her tongue. She could feel the little thing struggling inside, trying to jerk off against Her tongue. Just as the slave was becomming frantic, Mistress took a long delicious drag from Her cigarette, immediatly the slave inside Her mouth was scalded by the hot smoke filling Her mouth, he could not longer breathe, he stumbled around flailing his arms madly. "MMmmmmmmmmm"! Then with a single flick of Her tongue the slave was sweet tasting paste in Her mouth. The slave between Her thighs wriggled sending waves of pleasure thruough Her. Mistress dug the spurs deeper into Her footrest, just to complete the wonderful feeling. The footrest buckled and moaned in agony. "What are you complaining about, dirt?" The slave opened its mouth to speak, but quickly Mistress drove the toe of Her boot into it's mouth, Her other boot drove its heel into its ribs. "Never talk back to me pig, you are a worthless slave and you will suffer in silence, understood!" Mistress drove Her spurs into its already bloody back, all the slave could do was whimper and nod. Christine withdrew Her boot from its mouth, admired the shiney wet toe and again drove the spurs deep into the slaves back. "Mmmmmm better, slave" The Goddess took another slave from the bowl and nibbled both legs off before popping the wriggling slave into Her mouth. Her cigarette slave was now the ashtray and into its mouth went all Her ashes, the tea slave stayed at the ready, Her blanket slave crawled around infront of Her and began to lick the shafts of Her boots from beneath the furs. Then she noticed that Her toy had slowed down, it was not wriggling so fast. Angerly She reached down, found one of its ankles, locked Her legs around its torso, then She squeezed with Her fingers until the slaves foot was pulped. The slave screamed, and writhed about in agony. "mmmmmmmmmmm Yes little slave thats better" She said with a wicked smile. Mistress popped a handful of slaves into Her mouth and slowly chewed them,grinding their little bodies with Her teeth then washing them down with a drag and a mouthful of tea. The toy was feeling better and better, but needed some inspiration. She reached down under the blanket and drove Her fingernails deep into its body, feeling its pain transform into Her pleasure. When Her orgasam came, Mistre! ss pulled the wet little slave from Her pussy and threw it down hard onto the floor. Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure filled Her body, every twitch, every move, drove the spurs deeper and deeper into Her footstool, finally it cried out in pain then collapsed. Soon afterwards Christine signaled that She wanted another cigarette, after a long sensual drag, She stood, towering above Her toy that writhed, broken on the floor and the crying footstool. She placed the sole of Her boot over the toy's body, and slowly applied pressure, its little face appearing above the sharp toe of Her boot. Its arms wrapped around Her boot, worshipping it. The more She pressed the more She felt his squirming "Your little face is getting redder and redder, slave, you look like your going to burst." "You, you worthless footstool, watch as i squeeze the life out of this thing, watch it die under my boot." Christine played with the toy, stomping it flat against the floor "My look how its red face looks so bright against the blackness of my boot." With that Mistress raised Her boot and brought the heel smashing down on the slaves little leg. Christine squeeled with delight when the toy curled up in agony. "Hold that thing still, slave" Footstool obeye! d and held the toy streched out on the floor. Three more heel smashes and the slave was uable to do anything except cry its limbs all shattered. Mistress placed Her boot right over the slave and pressed down, while twisting Her ankle. The slave cried out in agony until there was no more air in his lungs. Mistress pressed harder and harder, twisting as She went. Finally the little slave burst into a puddle of paste. Mistress squeeled with delight. Footstool was scared and tried to kneel up, but Mistress had grabed him by the hair and soon dragged him into the middle of the room. "Stand Up!", the slave stood. "Hands behind you head" the slave did so. Christine was surprised to see a large, hard, rude cock standing up on the footstool. "That is disgusting! You filthy thing" with that Mistress grabed Her whip and put a nasty lash across the slaves cock. It crumpled to the ground,Goddess Christine continued to flog it mercilessly, pausing only to take long drags from Her cigarette. Every lash caused pain in the filthy slave, while the collar of her dressing gown brushed soft mink across Her cheek. When the slave stopped squirming, too weak to move Mistress shrunk the slave to a mere few inches and strode over to the bloodied lump of pain lying on the floor. "Roll over!" Mistress boot rolled the slave onto its back. "Move your arms up slave, get ready to die" The slave obeyed, just as Mistress heel came down impalin! g it in the stomach. Again Mistress laughed as the slave curled up, unable to cry out. "What a fashion statement you make, slave, a nice heel accessory" Mistress peeled the dying slave from Her boot and shrunk it further. The slave was pressed against the shaft of Her boot. "What a way to go slave, pressed into my boots forever, what an honour." With that Mistress smushed the slave into Her boot spreading the goo with Her finger. Mistress looked up at the three remaining serving slaves. "Time for my morning shower, don't you slaves go anywhere, I'm not finished yet" Christine strode from the room trailing Her whip, anticipating lunch. |