GINA'S NITE OUT: Part One
Gina was getting ready for the party, zipping up her tight jeans and picking out her favorite pair of cowboy boots, when the doorbell rang. She zipped the zipper, snapped the top snap and felt the jeans� tight fit against her ass, her thighs and her legs by running one hand smoothly along the denim. She dropped the black pair of Tony Lamas on the bed and marched to the door, swinging it open, ready for anything.
�Excuse me, ma�am, could I interest you in...?�
Gina smirked at the salesman, thought her dirty little thought, and psionically reduced the man�s body to the rough size of an ant. She knelt down over the suddenly tiny thing, a speck that scurried on the ground, screaming tiny little, unheard screams.
�You�re just in time to help me try on my boots..�, she said as she pinched him up lightly between two fingertips and took him inside.
�I�ve gotta get ready for Cheryl�s party and I need to warm up�. Gina was sitting on the edge of her bed, pulling on her first boot. The beautiful black leather glistened in the light. She grabbed the pull-tabs of the boot and stiffened the shaft, wedging her foot inside tightly, feeling around until the fit was right. The poor little man was at her feet, staring up at the giant goddess, afraid to run and too turned on to run.
Once the boot felt good, Gina stomped it down to the floor and crossed her other leg over her knee to fit the other boot. When the boot stomped, the little man screamed helplessly, scurrying from the giant flat leather sole, the pointy boot-toe and the huge, heavy heel. Gina barely noticed the male speck below her, even though she had come about an inch close to squashing it.
The man fell to his worthless knees and prayed to the sharp, pointy toe with the sliver rand on it. The boot was as big as a skyscraper to his miniscule body.
Gina noticed the slave praying to her boot-toe and was amused. �Crawl under that toe, slave. Wedge yourself under it good�, she commanded as she fit the other boot on.
Because of the way the toe curved slightly upward, there was room for the slave to squirm underneath. Gina loved the way it felt, having a tiny, soft thing pinned under the sharp toe of her cowboy boot. The little body�s squirming was turning her on.
She finally had the other boot pulled on, and she slowly lowered it to the floor also. There she was, sitting on the edge of her bed, her beautiful cowboy boots resting on the hardwood floor, a tiny man trapped under one of the toes!
She slowly raised the sole, resting the boot on its heel, so the slave could crawl further underneath. �All the way under my boot, slave. I want you to be right under the middle of my sole�. Of course, the tiny thing obeyed, crawling as best as it could beneath the weight of the smooth, worn leather boot-sole. Gina ever-so-lightly increased the pressure, resting her sole on the little bump as it inched its way. She became excited and couldn�t wait to press down flat and crush the little man.
When it felt like it was positioned under the middle of the sole, the soft piece of male flesh twitched as it prayed and begged. The giant goddess Gina was so powerful!. Here he was, a tiny, twitching thing, trapped like a bug under a woman�s western boot. The smell of worn leather was overpowering and the slave squirmed faster.
�My sole�s going to be covered with gooey paste when I�m done at that party tonight. Every man I see is going to make a nice smush when I flatten its body. Lots of pink goo. I�ll wipe it off on the floor and make a nice streak. And you, lucky slave...you�re going to be the first dead slave stuck to this sole. Go on and pray to the bottom of my cowboy boot. You belong crushed forever into this boot�s sole. Your little soft body is going to be spread out like a pancake. Make love to my sole as I squish you�.
The slave pleaded as it masterbated for its goddess, barely able to move, it wriggled and moaned. The pressure was too great. It couldn�t see anything, except the flat expanse of worn leather that crushed down, a little harder...
Gina felt the little bump twitching faster and faster. She knew it was jerking off. �As soon as you cum, you smush�. The slave twitched faster, knowing he was about to join the sole and become a mark, a stain, a faint red smear. It didn�t matter, because he worshipped this perfect Goddess. He belonged as a crushed thing under her boot. He now knew that his destiny was to become a very small red splotch, barely noticeable, that would dry and become ground in. His guts would become imbedded into the leather as soon as Gina walked. After a few steps, he would be less than a tiny mark, something Gina might show her girlfriends, if she remembered. She would probably clean her sole soon enough, scraping any dried crud with her nails. In any case, he couldn�t wait. He came hard and fast, making little spasms.
Gina slowly pressed her sole down flat, feeling the bump flatten with a soft crunching sound. She made sure she crushed it all the way, pressing the sole as hard as she could into the floor. The slave was now hers forever, a part of her boot-sole.
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