Under Stacy

I still don’t know if I will survive this colossal torture..

On a cold winter afternoon, there’s nothing better than my brown boots to keep me warm… and of course, to torture my tiny little slave. I have you captured, helpless in my hands, and I can see the fear in your tiny eyes. Are you wondering what I’m going to do with you? Oh, I have so many ideas.

First, I let you fall to the ground in front of me. You barely have time to move before my boot slowly rises into the air, casting its shadow over you. I can feel your fear and that excites me. The brown leather of the boot looks so imposing from your perspective, as if it were a gigantic wall ready to fall on you. With a wicked smile, I slowly drop my foot onto your body. I feel you writhing under my sole, trying to escape the crushing pressure

But this is just beginning. Without lifting my foot completely, I slowly slide it back and forth, rubbing your tiny body against the frozen ground. You must feel the contrast between the cold of the ground and the heat of the sole of my boot pressing against you. Every time I stop, I press a little harder, making sure the weight takes your breath away.

After a few minutes, I get up and casually walk around the room, knowing you’ll try to crawl your way out. But I’m so distracted… or maybe I’m not? I walk from one side to the other, stepping on the ground without even looking where you are. I give you some time to move, only to then crush you again, as if you were nothing more than a pebble under my boots. I stop for a moment, feeling a slight crunch under my foot. “Oh, what is this?” I mutter to myself with a laugh.Finally, I drop you once again, but this time I place my boot directly on top of you, without exerting all my weight, leaving you in a dark, hot, suffocating prison. Every time I move a little, I give you a little stomp, reminding you who is the goddess here and who is the slave.