The
slaves tried to ignore the loud, clunking sound as it approached. The sharp,
heavy ping that reverberated down the hallway made them nervous and excited.
They had heard heavy boots many times; riding boots, cowboy boots, motorcycle
boots....but they had never heard boots as loud as this!
They humbly
peered down the hallway and saw her; The Goddess had long, wavy blonde hair and
wore tight, faded jeans. They tried to not glance downwards and see the Goddess�
boots, but it was impossible. As she came closer, the four slaves had to notice
the dark red Acme cowboy boots, with the heavy black heels and the glimpses of
silver that flashed when one of the toes came forward as she walked.
The
four men fell to their knees instinctively and dropped their tools. Goddess
Holly smiled at the worms as she passed. She could sense their helpless eyes
staring at her boots. She loved the way her cowboy boots made men quiver, and
the way the sound of her toe and heel plates reduced them to jelly.
She
went passed them and laughed to herself, realizing that the men could now
glimpse the shiny metal of her heels� horseshoe plates from behind. She went for
a few more yards and turned to look back at the slaves. As she predicted, they
were trying to crawl after her, tongues hanging out with desire.
Holly
decided to have fun with the slaves, and turned into the mall bookstore. She
started perusing through the magazine racks, always aware of the four pairs of
eyes that were following her from a short distance. She went deeper into the
store, pretending to sift through books in the Home and Garden section. The four
bugs were peering at her from the end of the aisle, trying to be discreet.
She slowly worked her way back up the aisle, getting closer to the
slaves. Her taps rang out like thunder whenever she took a step, and the men
stared in helpless fascination at the glimpses of silver beneath those perfect
boots. One of the men took a nervous gulp and moved a few feet down the aisle,
trying not to look at the boots. He tried to open his mouth and speak to the
blonde Goddess, who was flipping pages in a book. Holly simply smiled to herself
and casually rested one of her boots on its heel, rocking it from side to side.
The men could now see the shiny toe-plate and the tan leather of the boot-sole.
The slave who had dared move close took another gulp and lowered himself
to his knees. He was now staring eye-level at the leather shafts of the Goddess�
boots. Holly took her eyes from the book and looked down at the worshipping
worm. �Get me a stool, slave. I want to reach up to that top shelf�, she
commanded.
The man scurried through the store and found a small stepping
ladder. He returned and placed it next to the beautiful Goddess. �Good. Now all
of you can watch me from below�.
Goddess Holly went up the three steps
to the top of the ladder and looked down at the man whose mouth was wide open.
�I want all of you here. You can see the bottoms of my boots together�. The
other three slaves joined the first one, and all four men lay on the floor like
worms, staring up at the Goddess� Acme boots resting on the ladder�s top rung.
They could all see the boot-heels hanging a little over the top rung, and the
backs of the horseshoe plates.
Holly decided to drive them wild and
rested one of her boots on its toe, letting the slaves see the entirety of the
sole and heel. The men saw every detail of the horseshoe plate, the tread of the
heel, and the smooth leather sole. She looked down and laughed as the men were
all jerking off!
She then turned around and sat on the top of the small
ladder, resting both boots on the lowest rung. She hooked her boot-heels around
the back of the rung, and her toes hung over. The men could now see her perfect
toe-plates, as well as the big heels that hung over the back.
�Listen,
slaves. I know you like the taps under my boots. I want you to prove it by
reaching your tongues up and licking them. Two of you can each lick one of my
toe-plates. The other two can each lick one of my heel-plates�.
The
stupid slaves wriggled under the ladder as best as they could, climbing all over
themselves to get in position. They obeyed perfectly, each one focusing on a
particular metal plate and licking it with enthusiasm. Holly laughed out loud
and also felt warmth growing between her legs. It turned her on to have four
little tongues, each one licking one of the taps under her Acme boots.
�Good little slaves,� she said as shifted her feet around inside her
boots with excitement. �I like having you down there, licking my taps. You two
are my toe slaves, and you two are my heel slaves�. She indicated them by
pressing those particular taps firmly down against the little tongues as she
spoke. �I think I�ll reward all of you by letting you kiss my taps next. You go
first,� she pressed her left toe sharply down onto the slave�s mouth who had
been licking it. The slave quickly started kissing the sharp metal plate. �Count
the little studs on that tap. Worship it and never forget how beautiful it
looks�. The slave kissed each of the three tiny studs over and over again,
committing the sight of them to memory forever.
Holly next pressed her
right toe down. �Your turn. Kiss the studs, too, and count them out loud�. The
slave lovingly kissed the three studs and counted �1,2, and 3� between moans of
pleasure. Holly laughed and slid the toe so the plate was now over the man�s
eyes. �Those three studs hold my plate on, see? Don�t you wish you were in the
shoe repair shop when they were nailed on? See how I filed the edges of the
plate? See how sharp it is?�
The slave was cumming in wild spurts,
staring so closely at the curved piece of metal, slightly worn and pounded in
from Goddess Holly�s walking. �Start begging to be crushed under that plate. I
want to hear you begging out loud�.
The slave moaned his worthless
prayers, but Holly ignored him and turned her attention to her boot-heels. She
pressed her right heel down against the tongue of the man who was licking it.
�Now it�s your turn, lucky man. You�ve got a big horseshoe plate to worship. Six
studs for you to kiss�. The slave quickly started kissing the studs, but he
didn�t know if he was supposed to count out loud or not. He was afraid, so he
quietly mumbled his counting between frantic kisses.
�That plate is so
big. Can you handle it, little man?� Holly pressed the heavy heel firmly onto
the man�s mouth. �Do you like being under my big heel? Do you like the taste of
that horseshoe plate? Why don�t you tell Goddess Holly what you think of her
big, shiny heel-plate?�
The slave nervously stammered, �I love it so
much, Goddess! It�s so big, and perfect! All the men who must have been squashed
under this plate! I can�t believe it! I belong under your horseshoe plate!�
Holly giggled and pressed the heel down even flatter. �That�s right, you
do. I just might crush you now...but first I want to see you cum all over
yourself�.
The man wriggled furiously, kissing the plate and jerking
off. Holly pressed her left heel down on top of the last slave�s lips. �You can
kiss now. Just like my other heel-slave. But I want you to ask to be crushed
each time you kiss one of the little studs�.
The excited man couldn�t
wait to start. He kissed each stud lovingly, savoring the taste of metal, and
begged out loud, �Please crush me, Goddess�. Holly was amused at the man�s
attention anbd obvious desire. She decided he was the most worshipping slave and
deserved to die in the best way. She became very warm and felt a rush of passion
with the thought of crushing the excited heel-slave. �Oh, now I�m going to
shrink all four of you. Get ready to die, little men. You�re all going to die
under my toe plates and heel plates�.
