GINA'S NITE OUT: Part Six
He crawled over the folds of smooth fabric, towards the great opening. The slash of light that poured in through the clasp of his Goddess' purse beckoned him. The rest of the slaves cowered behind, afraid of the light, hiding in the deep folds within the purse's smooth lining. All of them had been bred for a very basic, simple task...not a task really, just a function. The company that made these beautiful, fine leather handbags always shipped them to their stores, stuffed with tiny men. It was better than tissue paper. The squirming bodies gave the handbags and purses a nice shape as they hung on pegs on the store wall. The little slaves were destined to simply worship the lining of whatever bag they were trapped in, until the Goddess who bought the bag spilled the slaves out (and probably crushed them right away). Sometimes, the women who worked in the store would pinch a few out of the bags to play with and squish when they were bored.
In any case, this particular slave was excited to see the world beyond the confines of his Mistress Janet's tan leather purse. He crawled onto the strong-smelling leather of the clasp, then humped a beautiful gold snap. This was the snap that held the clasp together when Goddess Janet closed her purse! He wedged himself into the circlular indentation (it was the snap's hole) and masterbated. He could hear the sounds of laughing women and heavy, clunking heels outside. He came all over the inside of the snap, praying to Goddess Janet's purse as he had been taught.
He had overheard Goddess Janet mention something about a party, and he knew that this must be it. With anxiousness, the tiny slave crawled out of the snap and made his little way towards the edge of the lip of the clasp. He could see the vast wooden floorboards beyond, and the clunking heels were louder!
When he finally reached the very edge of the tan leather, he stared out in amazement. It was obvious from his perspective that Goddess Janet had left her purse on the floor, near the front door of a large room. A gigantic space, with Goddess' towering above, talking, laughing. A chair as big as a mountain; with a Goddess sitting on it, in black go-go boots dangling from above. (He couldn't see any higher than the boots and the round of her knees), but he could hear her giggling as the boots swayed.
There was a gigantic Goddess in long blonde hair standing, facing the chair. She was in a black leather skirt, almost down to her knees, wiith a beautiful gold zipper that ran down the side, and a sumptuous pair of soft black leather high-heeled boots. From here, the slave could see the slender heels rise up, curving into the arches, down to where the soles pressed the floor. The soft black leather shafts rose up to the Goddess' knees, then her legs soon disappeared into the darkness of her soft leather skirt.
There were so many women beyond his scope, he could barely breathe. The little slave was afraid to leave the clasp of the purse but too excited to hide back inside.
Then there was a huge noise and a gust of air. A mammoth door swung open, right nearby! The little man stared up in amazement at the sight that entered from the darkness of night beyond. First, all he saw was a pointy black leather-covered toe, with a silver rand, followed by a glimpse of a slightly worn tan leather sole. A large, flat sole; it glided over the threshold and stepped down. The slave looked up and finally was able to see the entire cowboy boot. It was simply gigantic. A vision of shimmering black leather, rising skyward and ending in a v-shape, decorated all the way up by a fancy white stitched western pattern, two pull-tabs at the top, still a little stiff since the boots were new.
Higher, much higher, he saw the jeans that were tucked into the boots. Tight, a little faded, gathering perfectly at the crotch, the seams looking perfect around the fly, and the front pockets.
Higher than that, an impossibly smooth and supple vision of black leather, a Goddess with a slightly Hispanic look, shrouded in the perfect leather three-quarter length jacket. Wide collars, buttons, slash pockets and a soft, luxurious belt that was hanging down on either side of her jeans, down almost to her knees....
Gina looked for Cheryl as soon as she came in. She didn't recognize any of the women in the room at first. The young girl in the go-go boots seemed familiar, but Gina wasn't sure. The party was already in full swing; a lot of heavy music, uncontrolled laughing, moaning and screaming. She closed the door behind her and happened to notice the tan leather purse near the doorway.
The little slave was thrilled when the Goddess Ginette looked down towards him. She was perfect! She was even smiling!
"It looks like someone left you here. What a shame...," Gina said as she raised the sole of her boot over the leather purse's open clasp. "You might try and get out..."
The slave stared up at the gigantic sole. He could see faint red marks here and there, tiny imprints of ground-in filth. He was so excited he squirmed on the the clasp, feeling himself. He could see the details of Gina's boot-sole with more clarity as it decended lower towards him.
Gina gently lowered her sole over the open purse's clasp. "Now, now. I hope the rest of your friends in there get to see this..." and with that she pressed her western boot sole slowly on top of the squirming man's body.
The helpless slave wriggled as much as he could beneath the flatness of Gina's sole. He was being pressed into the leather of the clasp, and he prayed to the both the clasp and the boot-sole as he squashed.
Gina lovingly crushed the miniscule body under her sole, much to the horror of the slaves still trapped inside the purse. They could see the giant cowboy boot flattening their comrade like a piece of chewing gum. In fact, chewing gum is what he looked like when Gina lifted the sole up a little, leaving a strand of pink goo.
She laughed at the obvious squirming bulge of the purse and figured there had to be a hundred slaves inside, at least.
Gina couldn't resist. She slowly, very slowly eased the toe of her Tony Lama boot in through the open clasp. The mound of trapped slaves wriggled with no place to go as they saw the sharp toe enter, blocking most of the light. "Aww, this is so cute. I've got a whole purse-full of goo to make!"
She was thrilled at the feeling of dozens of soft, squiriming bodies, crawling all over the toe of her boot. She couldn't see them, but she could feel the softness and wetness, both below her sole and above. Soon, the first few inches of her boot-toe were completely immersed in helpless male flesh. She moved her toe around a bit, feeling the soft things liquefy, and kept sliding her boot in further.
Gina poked her boot-toe all the way into the depths of the leather purse, until she reached the bottom. By that time, there was slave-goo all around the toe, the sole, the ankle and the heel. It turned her on to feel all that moisture through the thick leather of her boot.
Gina also liked the way the purse looked, with the constantly moving and bulging folds in the soft tan leather. She knelt down to run her fingers over the soft folds, amazed at how delicate the fine leather was. Then Gina pressed her sole flat into the lining of the purse, squeezing whatever was underneath into complete paste. She was amused by the sight of pink mush oozing in a thick layer towards the opening of the clasp. So many men! She must have crushed hundreds!
The blonde in the skirt and high-heel boots clicked over. "I don't think Mistress Janet would approve of that..."
Gina just smiled, swishing her boot inside the goo-lined purse. "Oh, she'll get over it. Besides, I've brought men". Gina ran one of her hands over the outside of her leather jacket pocket, indicating the slight bulge from trapped slaves.
"So who are you? I don't know most of Cheryl's friends.."
"I'm Gloria".
"That's a beautiful skirt", said Gina, as she admired the shiny lambskin.
Gloria ran her hand along the side of her skirt, smoothing it against her hip. "Thank you".
Both of them noticed that the younger woman sitting down was very much entranced by the Gloria's leather skirt, because she kept staring at it. Gina took the initiative.
"Hi, what's your name?"
"Heather," the girl said sweetly, rubbing her black go-go boots together.
"You seem to like Gloria's skirt.."
"Yes, it's awesome..."
Gloria stepped in front of Heather, spreading her legs a little and running her hand over the stretched front panel of the skirt. Heather stared at that front panel and leaned closer to it. Gloria played with the end of the skirt's gold zipper, drawing Heather's attention to that.
Heather instinctively leaned over and licked the end of the zipper, then sucked on the small piece of gold metal. Gloria kept rubbing one of her hands over the front panel, getting excited.
Gina was happy she had started something hot and decided to step it up. First, she slid her boot out of the purse, making a long red streak on the hardwood floor. Then, she picked up the bag and opened it up wide enough to see down inside. The bottom of the purse was covered in a layer of jelly-like goo. It would be very hard to clean! But, Gina saw that there were still some bodies moving. She lay the open purse near Heather's boots and commanded the slaves inside to crawl out towards them. "All of you, crawl onto that clasp and let those go-go boots smash you".
Of course, the slaves started to obey. They made their way slowly through the mush towards the opening, all the while seeing the giant pair of black leather go-go boots rubbing together, with their huge, chunky heels and flat, treaded soles.
Heather was so caught up in sucking Gloria's zipper, she barely comprehended the open purse at her feet, but when she saw the tiny men appearing on the clasp, she couldn't keep her eyes from looking down. Here she was, tasting the gold zipper of this woman's beautiful soft leather skirt, as a group of helpless little men were crawling towards her own leather boots!
Gloria had started feeling herself and was oblivious to everything. But she did notice the purse on the floor and quickly stomped the sole and sharp heel of HER black leather boot onto the leather of the bag. In her blind passion, she hoped that she had at least killed a few still-trapped slaves. Gloria kept pressing her high-heeled boot sole into the purse, moving the dead mush inside around, letting the sound of the crushed goo add to her excitement.
Gina bent down to the floor and looked at the little men on the edge of the purse clasp. They were only inches away from Heather's go-go boots. She whispered to the awestruck slaves, "What are you waiting for, little worms? Didn't you ever dream of being squished by a go-go boot? Look...," and with that, Gina pinched one of the slaves off of the clasp and held its squirming body right next to the black sole of Heather's boot. There was a nice tread on the sole, and she let the slave stare at the tread for a few seconds, before Heather looked down again and cried out in passion. "Let me kill it! Let me kill it!"
Gina let the little man go on the floor as Heather quickly stomped her sole down, crushing the male body flat. It was a small spurt that became dried between two ridges on the sole, but Heather never bothered to look at it. She quickly stomped the sole of the same boot on top of the purse's clasp, instantly smashing the rest of the men to pulp. Heather turned back to suck on the zipper, slowly wiping the sole of her go-go boot back and forth over the clasp.
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