GINA'S NITE OUT: Part Four
Gina liked driving after she crushed men with her cowboy boots. It was kind of cool knowing that little mens’ bodies had been flattened beneath the soles and heels of the same boots she was now using to step on the car’s pedals. Occasionally, she would slip one hand down to feel the smooth leather shaft of one of her boots as she was driving, remembering a helpless slave that died there. She slipped her finger in one of the pull-tabs, feeling the flaky bits of dried crud, from a man that had been squashed in there a couple of hours ago.
Gina loved the smell of leather that filled the car. Her boots and her jacket created an overpowering , luxurious sensation. She casually slipped her hand into one of her beautiful leather jacket’s deep pockets, fishing around for something. But Gina’s pockets were empty!
Gina knew it would be a good idea to bring some slaves to the party (although Cheryl probably had a large supply), so she kept her eyes opened for an opportune place to get some.
She came across an old run-down building that used to be a bar. Nowadays, most bars and clubs had been transformed into “playrooms” for women, but this one looked more like a “stomping ground”, a strange place in which men gathered, making themselves available for passing Mistresses.
Being such a Mistress, Gina decided to check the place out.
She walked up to the front door with her hands in her leather jacket’s pockets. Somebody must have heard her heavy boot-heels coming, because the door was opened for her. Gina smirked at the nervous slave who stood at the entrance, then knelt in submission. The poor wretch was overtaken by the sight of the Goddess, in her black leather three-quarter length jacket, tight, very tight jeans, and huge black leather cowboy boots.
Gina simply stepped her boot into the kneeling slave’s chest, pushing him over on his back, then proceeded to walk on top of him. The sharp heel of her Tony Lamas dug into the man. She made a point of grinding one of the heels into him and laughed. “I’ve probably still got the little spots on the bottom of this heel from the guys I just smushed back at the gas station. You wanna be a new spot?”
The door-opening slave squirmed in agony and worship. He knew for sure he was about to be crushed!
Gina remained standing on top of the male doormat as she surveyed the dark room beyond. There had to be about fifty or so men, most of them already on their hands and knees. They had come here (or were herded here) with the intention of being “picked up”, although they knew full-well that there was an excellent chance of being squashed right away in this room.
“I need to fill these pockets. Come on and gather around me..”, she commanded, her hands slipping gently out of the slash pockets of her jacket. The slave under her begged, “Please, Mistress, can I go inside your jacket pocket first?”
Gina didn’t like being told what to do, or even spoken to by male filth. She quickly stepped off of the slave and then shrunk him. “Fuck you”, she spit as she stomped her western boot’s flat sole hard on top of the now miniscule man’s body. The soft lump splattered into liquid paste beneath the leather sole. She looked at the pathetic stain on the floor she had just made, then at the matching red mark on her boot’s sole.
“None of you fuckers talk to me, or you get splattered like that”. The men eagerly gathered around Gina, ready to be shrunk and enter her jacket’s pockets. She looked them over and thought about how good they would all feel squirming inside one of those deep pockets.
She shrunk all fifty of them and knelt down over the tiny throng of slaves. “You’re all going in this one pocket”, she reached down and scooped a handful of the praying men, lifted them to the lip of her jacket’s left pocket. The little men wriggled helplessly as they looked at the gigantic slit-like opening in the black shiny leather. Gina opened the pocket with two fingers from her other hand, letting the handful of slaves see way down into the depths, the rich, smooth lining. The men begged and prayed to the face of their beautiful Mistress as Gina smiled down at them. “Try not to get squished in there. I don’t want to have to clean the lining “.
She dropped the group of men and they feel straight to the bottom of the pocket. Gina quickly snapped up another handful and simply stuffed their wriggling bodies into the pocket next. Soon, she had a nice bulge that made the leather near the bottom of the pocket move. It turned her on to see the shifting folds of soft black leather, knowing that trapped men were living inside. She lightly pressed her hand against the bulge, feeling with excitement as the bulge moved, carefully trying not to flatten it.
She had about twenty left on the floor. Gina scooped up some more and held these ones up to her lips, blowing them a kiss. The tiny men prayed to Gina’s giant full-red lips; some of them tried to scramble onto her lips, and one of them managed to do it. She was annoyed by that and punished the man by instantly sucking its tiny, squirming body between her lips, into her mouth and rolling it around with her tongue. The men in her palm prayed to be swallowed too, but Gina wanted to keep them, so she slipped them all into the deep pocket, in with the rest. She kept her hand inside the pocket for a minute, running her fingers through the captured bodies. The sensation of all those men, living inside her leather jacket’s pocket made her moan, and she squished the slave inside her mouth by pressing it with her tongue into the roof of her mouth. Then she digested the small trickle of juice it made.
Gina withdrew her hand from her pocket and scooped up the last handful. She noticed that one of the little men was jerking off like crazy. She pinched this one out of the group between two fingers and held it up to her eye for close inspection. Meanwhile, Gina slipped the rest of her handful into the jacket pocket.
“Look at you. You’re so excited. You can’t wait to live in my pocket”. The man masterbated harder and faster, completely turned on by the giant Goddess in the buttersoft leather jacket. The smell of the leather was intoxicating, the way the light played on the gathering folds of her jacket was heavenly. He loved the way the light gleaned off of the jacket’s wide collar, the shoulders, the sleeves. He loved the leather-covered buttons that were ten times as big as he was, and the beautiful, perfect cuffs of the sleeves.
“Hmm..I’ve got a special treat for you”. She held him over the open slash pocket, but didn’t drop him in. “You’re going to make love to the inside of my pocket”. Gina slipped him in less than an inch, then pressed his squirming body with one finger against the inside of the lip of the pocket, right where the leather folded over from the lip before it became silky lining down further. She pressed just firmly enough to keep him there, but not hard enough to crush him.
The slaves gathered in the bottom of the deep pocket looked up in awe. They could see the giant woman’s hand entering the pocket, and the finger pressing the man inside.
“Do you like that little bit of leather there, on the inside of my pocket, or do you like the lining better?”, she asked as she slid him slightly down, off of the leather onto the silky lining. The slave couldn’t answer; it just kept squirming.
“All of you slaves can watch your friend get squished. I think he likes the lining better. Look how smooth her squishes...”, she demonstrated by slowly smearing the praying man’s body into the lining in a small stroke, wiping the soft mush into the silk, streaking it with her fingertip. The slaves below stared with excitement. They couldn’t wait to be next!
Gina pulled her hand out and finally left the building. She had a nice collection for the party now!
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