Gina Takes a Coffee Break

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Boot worship is a noble act of respect for girlhood
By Gina
I had a few hours before the conference call so I dressed quickly to walk to the coffee shop. I zipped up my new jeans to try them out, and paired them with my old Kenneth Coles. I found a rust-coloured sweater and my favourite gold femstar earrings.

I loved the beautiful floor at the place, and the delightful, intoxicating smell. After sitting on one of the black couches with my Note-Pod, I glanced over the plans for this week's dining party. A slave (Sunny Shroff) crawled towards me and I could see it from the corner of my eye, its face near the toe of one of my boots.

Sister Chrissy came over with coffee in a bright green mug. We chatted about business, and I noticed the man move its face only inches from my boot toe. I smirked as I pushed the toe of my leather boot into its cheek, then into its lips, while laughing with Chrissy. The man was moaning and squirming on the floor, prating to my toe. Chrissy went back to the customers and everyone in the shop was amused. There were many other men around but this one was making the most noise.

I went back to my Note-Pod and sent invites to a few probable party guests. I could feel the toe-worshiper slightly pulling on my toe as it sucked it strongly. I pulled my toe out of its mouth and rested the back of heel on the top of its head.

Chrissy came back with a cute bowl filled with tiny slaves, like a bowl of gumdrops. "These just came in this morning. They are supposed to be bred to be sweet-tasting". I pinched one out of the bowl (Hisham Diab) and licked it to see if it really was sweet. Didn't seem too different. The thing was wriggling between my fingers and I think it was begging, but was too hard to hear. I held it up to my eyes and stared at the twitching pink body. Its little legs and arms seemed to dance all over the place.

"What are you screaming, slave? You're screaming that you love me?"

The slave under my heel was cumming all over itself, praying very loud to my zippered boot. I noticed it was trying to move its head so it could look under my arch. I smiled and moved my boot slightly so I could press my arch over its begging face. I held the tiny sweet man in my fingers over the penis of the cumming boot slave, getting the little body covered in the white goo.

"Let's see if it tastes better now", I laughed as I popped the body into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. The sweet flavor and the creamy texture was nice. I mashed the slave against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and swallowed the crushed mess.

Another man (Joe Camposs) crawled near and begged to worship my other boot too. I told him that any man near me would be squashed, and did it still want to worship after knowing that. I sipped my coffee and was amused by how quickly this new scrambled to kiss the slide of my other boot. I told it to go around the side and worship the black zipper along the shaft.

Chrissy had left the slave bowl on the table next to me. I peered down into the bowl at the pile of squirming pink bodies. "Maybe I should kill another one of you. Who wants to die?" The men all prayed and begged to be destroyed next.

I pinched up another one (Kiran Dg) and moaned with delight as I dipped its pink shape lightly into my coffee. I licked the coffee on its body and kissed it before sucking it through my lips. The combination of the sweet body and the strong coffee was very interesting. I crushed it a little with my teeth then swallowed the man quickly.

I checked my schedule for the day on my Note-Pod. By now the two boot slaves below were making even more noise. The one under my arch was mumbling something about what it could read under my arch. The one worshiping the zipper of the other boot was licking up and down the metal teeth and begging to be squashed into the zipper.

As I adjusted the details of my schedule, I asked the slave what it was reading under my arch. It said something about words stamped into the arch. As I worked, I noticed that man was cumming again too. Without looking I asked it if whatever it saw it wanted to be squished into and killed.

I bent that boot up and rested it over my knee, then shrunk the slave so it ended up in my palm. I held the tiny helpless thing as I looked under the boot to see what was on my arch that made the man so excited. I noticed there was an imprint saying 'Genuine Leather Uppers' and 'Genuine Leather Sole'….the writing was very small. When I held the tiny man next to the imprint, I laughed because I realized that writing must seem giant to it.

"Oh, that's cute. You like that? Then let's see you squish into it", I slowly pressed the soft body into the imprint, and used my fingertip to lightly make a circular motion, to crush the man into a flower of pink and red pulp. When I lifted my fingertip away, I saw a very cute tiny shape clinging to the arch, a little lump of squashed man. I realized that if I walked, the man would probably be stuck there all day, since it was on my arch and not my sole.

I glanced down at the zipper slave and wondered if it would look good squished there too. I hovered my arch over its eyes so it could see the dead thing closeup and asked it if it wanted to go there too. It begged yes.

Another man (Gorgon Geryon Agonistes) crawled close and stared. "What about you, bug? Should I shrink you too and kill you?" The new slaves fell on its belly and worshiped, begging to pray to my new jeans. That amused me since this was the first day I was wearing them anywhere!

The zipper slave kept begging to join the other dead slave stuck to my arch. It leaned upwards to look at the imprint there and the mushed body even closer. It was still masterbating, so I told the new 'jeans slave' to suck the penis of the zipper slave first, and then maybe I'd let him worship my jeans.

As the zipper slave screamed to join its crushed brother, it seemed to be cumming into the mouth of the new slave. I was in hysterical it was so funny. I shrunk the man and lifted him to the arch, right next to the other dead body clinging there. There was a lot of room on that imprint for more bodies, and I giggled as I smeared the tiny thing gently across the letters. As the body exploded into mush, I mixed it with the other dead mush using the fingertip. After that, I had a pretty pink shape, glistening as it stayed stuck to the leather.

I turned very slightly to the side, to let the jeans-slave see one of my back pockets. I loved this pair. They were Miss Me jeans, with really pretty back pockets. The man surrender its life to me, and I told it I would probably squash it like any other man.

I shrunk the slave and pinched him up from the floor, then held him over the opening of my back pocket. "Live inside my pocket and pray to me from in there. Whenever I want, I'll crush you" I slid the tiny man deep into my back pocket, then rested my fingers on the outside of the pocket to feel the tiny bump through the denim. I felt like pressing that bump right away, squishing it inside………

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