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Crush daries 9
13 years ago
Warning: flattening, humiliation, feet, random scenes ahead
Yeah I like being humiliated. I like the idea of being squashed. Maybe not the death and bloody part as much but I like the thought of being helpless... at someones mercy. Maybe run over and flattened out on a busy new york city street for all to tread on me... footwear of all types walking over me as I moan silently to myself. Maybe being in a mosh pit, purposely pretending to trip so I can be trampled out till I am nothing more than what looks to be spilt paint with hundreds of over lapping prints as drunk friends attempt to peel me up. Maybe making a group of vacationing cheerleaders angry at me, they crush me, mold me, and use me as their personal volley ball, recording my facial expression on a camera phone as I wince and beg to be let go as she uploads it....
I likes it. Lots. The thought of being a flattened, limp towel. Only having enough energy to wiggle my fingers and pedicured toes sporting silver toe rings.... Used as a fleshy towel... maybe even stretched in someones hands till I am nothing more than a long noodle like gal and used as rope for someone's fetish party.... Maybe shrunken to the size of a hand cloth to be used to wipe the sweat off someone's curvy body or... I am a sucker for feet >/////< be used to clean the inside of someone's footwear... Being this helpless is a feeling I can not put into words to well but I can only feel, the desire to be humiliated, to worship others and be crushed like a bug by them. Left smushed to the floor looking up with tears swelling up in my eye shadowed eyes that is getting a little runny.... being shown a mirror of my messy make up, humiliated, pouty face....
Those are my thoughts.
Yeah I like being humiliated. I like the idea of being squashed. Maybe not the death and bloody part as much but I like the thought of being helpless... at someones mercy. Maybe run over and flattened out on a busy new york city street for all to tread on me... footwear of all types walking over me as I moan silently to myself. Maybe being in a mosh pit, purposely pretending to trip so I can be trampled out till I am nothing more than what looks to be spilt paint with hundreds of over lapping prints as drunk friends attempt to peel me up. Maybe making a group of vacationing cheerleaders angry at me, they crush me, mold me, and use me as their personal volley ball, recording my facial expression on a camera phone as I wince and beg to be let go as she uploads it....
I likes it. Lots. The thought of being a flattened, limp towel. Only having enough energy to wiggle my fingers and pedicured toes sporting silver toe rings.... Used as a fleshy towel... maybe even stretched in someones hands till I am nothing more than a long noodle like gal and used as rope for someone's fetish party.... Maybe shrunken to the size of a hand cloth to be used to wipe the sweat off someone's curvy body or... I am a sucker for feet >/////< be used to clean the inside of someone's footwear... Being this helpless is a feeling I can not put into words to well but I can only feel, the desire to be humiliated, to worship others and be crushed like a bug by them. Left smushed to the floor looking up with tears swelling up in my eye shadowed eyes that is getting a little runny.... being shown a mirror of my messy make up, humiliated, pouty face....
Those are my thoughts.
