GINA'S NITE OUT: Part Two
Gina opened her closet and pulled out her favorite leather jacket. A black, three-quarter length jacket, belted with slash pockets. She liked how soft and supple the leather was, the way it felt when she slipped it on, the way the strong smell of leather filled her nostrils, the belt dangling by the legs of her jeans. Sometimes she would play with one of the ends of the soft leather belt from this jacket and notice men staring at her like the slaves they were. Oh! She couldn�t wait to squish little men!
She stomped with her heavy cowboy boots to the front door and checked her beautiful red lips in the mirror. Perfect makeup, perfect lips...she could almost taste the little squirming bodies on her full, red lips as she thought about gulping them down.
The Goddess went outside and locked the front door behind her. She looked down at her shiny new Tony Lama cowboy boots as she stood for a second on the steps of her small townhouse. The black leather glistened even in the dark, overcast weather. She leaned against the railing and bent one leg up to look at the sole of her boot, the one with the small red mark on it. She smiled at it, the faint dirty mark that was once a man, but was now just a stain, imbedded in the beautiful tan leather sole. She ran one fingertip over the mark, feeling nothing at all, just the smoothness of the flat sole. The tiny man�s guts had been completely ground in from her walking.
Voices caught her attention. Gina turned to see three young men walking down the shady tree-lined street, laughing on their way to the mall, probably. They became quiet as they neared her, obviously nervous. After all, Ginette was a perfect Goddess with dark brown hair, full red lips, a slight Hispanic appearance, with a very shapely body and long, seductive legs. But it was her tight jeans, leather jacket and above all, big, heavy leather cowboy boots that made them really afraid. This was clearly a Goddess who dressed with one thing in mind. She was also checking out the sole of her boot, running her finger over the sole. That could only mean one that she had just stepped on something, or someone....
The men were too afraid to run, in case Gina shrunk them for spite. So they tried to ignore her, but that was worse.
�Where do you think you little men are going? Get over here!�, she commanded. She smirked as she casually sat on her steps, watching the three men fall to their knees and crawl towards her. Gina sat with one boot crossed over her knee, still touching the dried-in spot on her leather sole. Her soft leather jacket spilled out onto the steps by her hips, hiding her ass, the ends of the belt hanging down on either side of her legs.
The men were right up to her boot (the one that was standing straight up). Because she was on the top of the three steps, her boot was a little higher than their eager faces were.
�Would you three slaves like to go to a party with me?�
The men were helpless with desire and could barely speak. Their eyes were fixated on the sharp, pointy toe of Gina�s cowboy boot, the small bit of the sole they could see overhanging the step, the silver rand that covered the toe, and the great leather shaft that reached upward with the western stitching, ending in a V-shape with pull-tabs on either side.
Gina laughed quietly. These slaves had obviously been well-trained bootslaves. They instantly were drawn to her boots. She wondered how well trained they were...
�You, I want you to start licking under my boot-toe. The rest of you come on either side and sniff the shaft of my boot.�
The men quickly obeyed. The one in the middle grovelled like a worm, licking the small bit of the underside of the boot-toe it could get at. Gina slid her boot just a little forward so more of the toe hung over the step, letting the slave lick more. The toe was very pointy, and the licking slave was excited to see that there was a small metal stud, like a tap under the toe. He eagerly licked the stud, and started touching himself while moaning.
The other two slaves obeyed by pressing their faces against either side of the Tony Lama bootshaft. They smelled and revelled in the strong leather, rubbing their cheeks against the stitched pattern. The leather was delightfully soft and sumptuous to the touch and the slaves cried out and started begging to their great Goddess above.
Gina picked up one end of her leather jacket�s belt by the tip and gently ran the soft piece of leather along one of the shaft-worshippers� faces increasing its pleasure. �Oooh, that�s a nice, soft shaft, isn�t it? You like that rich leather? And you like my jacket belt, too?� The slave moaned in agreement.
�Why don�t you show your friends how much you want to become part of this stitching?� She was amused by the way the man pressed his lips, nose and whole face into the shaft, licking the western pattern, running his nose and lips around, following the pattern up towards the top, where the pull-tab was. �I think you�d look good rubbed into that pattern.�
Gina simply shunk the helpless slave, so that she wound up having his tiny body held gently against the soft shaft by the belt-tip. She loved feeling the squirming bulge trapped beneath her jacket�s belt, as she lightly held it by two fingertips, pressed against the western boot shaft. The poor slave wriggled as best as it could, against a few giant stitches that were part of the boot�s elegant shaft design, smothered and trapped by another giant soft piece of black leather.
�Just think how worthless you are, slave. A woman is pressing you into the side of her cowboy boot with the belt from her leather jacket. And nobody is going to help you. You�re going to smear between these pieces of leather. Go on and pray to me now�.
The tiny bulge squirmed faster. Gina laughed as she felt it twitching through the thin belt�s buttersoft leather. She was so ready to press it, she felt pleasure growing between her legs. To top it off, there was another man worshipping the other side of the same boot�s shaft, and another one licking the tiny stud under the tip of her boot-toe.
It was too much. She knew she had to get to the party, but couldn�t help crushing these things. They just wanted it...they were begging for it!
When Gina saw the man on the other side of her boot start licking up towards the pull-tab, she became too excited.
She slowly pressed the belt-tip against the shaft, feeling the twitching bulge flatten a little, then spread as she wiped the belt slowly along the design of the shaft, along the white stitched pattern. The tiny body was smeared into delicate soft paste, and she traced the goo along the stitches until she cried out with pleasure. Gina shrunk the slave who was licking near the pull-tab on the other side and held it�s suddenly miniscule body with one fingertip against the stitching at the bottom of the tab. It was wriggling and trapped, rubbing its soft, pink body into the threads of the stitching. Gina liked having a man there, but she wanted it inside the tab.
�You can play inside the pull-tab,� she poked his body into the small loop of leather with her finger, and laughed at how easy it was to capture and crush these things. She had a man trapped inside the pull-tab of her cowboy boot. Who would ever know?
The slave licking under her toe finally caught her attention again. �Should I take you to the party, or just step on you?� The worshipping slave was too busy licking the tiny metal stud that it couldn�t answer. �Why are you in love with my toe so much?�
Gina looked at the bottom of the toe on her other boot, the one crossed over her knee, and saw the small stud. �Oh, you like that?� She shrunk the toe-worshipper quickly and the slave wound up on the step below, gazing up the now gigantic Goddess� cowboy boot.
Gina stood up and walked down from the steps. She smirked as she stepped her boot onto the first step, missing the little man on purpose by about an inch. �Don�t move, little man. I�m going to smear you with my toe....just let me do it�
The slave obeyed, curling itself into a ball and praying for a good crushing. Gina balanced her boot on its heavy black heel and positioned the sharp toe over the helpless slave. �I�m going to get you under the tap and make you into a nice, long streak.�
Gina very slowly lowered her bootsole, trying to get the very point of the toe on top of the tiny man. When her toe was resting on the little bump, she tried to feel if it was really stuck under the tap. It was hard to tell. Gina just whispered �fuck it� and smushed the little man flat, making a small red splatter that oozed out from underneath the leather-covered toe. She quickly lifted the toe up to see how the crushed body looked. It was just a small glob, right on top of the stud! Just a drop of pulp, covering the tiny round piece of metal! A perfect crush, thought Gina, and decided it really was time to head out.
On her way to the car, she remembered that she had a slave trapped in one of her boot�s pull-tabs. She stopped and bent down to feel the outside of the tabs until she found the one with the slight bulge under it. There he was!
Gina pressed the outside of the tab a little too firmly, felt the bulge flatten, and heard a small crush sound. �Oh, what a shame...� She slipped one finger through the loop of the pull-tab and felt the moistness of the squished slave.
�Oh, well..�, she got to her car and by the time she had pulled out of her parking space, Gina forgot all about the gooey remains of the crushed man inside the pull-tab.
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