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Crush daries 10
13 years ago
Warning: Boot worship, trampling, flattening, sillyness >.>
Hehe a new scene idea. Maybe being told to stay after a long day of working at a fast food joint by a manager... an adorably chubby 200LB+ 5'6" gothic girl manager wearing black working boots with black slacks and a dark red company shirt. I am just a slender 5'2" brunette wearing white sneakers... pretty much dressed the same way except wearing a white shirt with my hair in a pony tail.
She might be displeased with me... she could be a bit of a dominatrix of herself... grabbing me by my color as my head turns slightly to the left wincing in fear, telling me if I don't start showing up on time... not only will I be fired but she will then re hire me as her personal pet knowing I need the money...
She might even drop a burger on the brown tile ground as she leans her pudgy against the counter, telling me to drop to my knees and lick it. As I begin lowering myself to the dusty floor, my palms meeting the ground before the burger, I see her boot come down and cruelly smush it... she grounds it for a few minutes and stops... glaring at me and saying "Well?" as if she expected me to lick it around the edges of her boot.
It might take a good hour to lick it all off... my tongue a bit tender from rubbing against the sole of her foot wear. She then kicks me to the ground, as I land on my back she drops her boot on my poor left breast.... I can feel the tread marks of the sole from under my thin work shirt....looks down into my eyes, piercing my very mind with her gaze and says "Hmm... I know of you suitable punishment... You have floor duty... hahahaha!" and proceeds to trample me, jumping on me and just grueling making me nothing more than a child's painting of a panicked employee on the floor to be walked on by my co workers throughout the following day... some don't notice while others just snicker and laugh... tears of humiliation water up in my eyes as my body can feel the imperfections of the floor.... I feel the sneaker sole of my asian co worker, who was a friend that often teased me and wiped away my tears with the toe end of the shoe and just giggled "Well... come on time next time hehe..." she mocked. I'll make her pay for smudging my lipstick and make up with her shuffling feet as she tended to customers at the register.
Those are my thoughts.
Hehe a new scene idea. Maybe being told to stay after a long day of working at a fast food joint by a manager... an adorably chubby 200LB+ 5'6" gothic girl manager wearing black working boots with black slacks and a dark red company shirt. I am just a slender 5'2" brunette wearing white sneakers... pretty much dressed the same way except wearing a white shirt with my hair in a pony tail.
She might be displeased with me... she could be a bit of a dominatrix of herself... grabbing me by my color as my head turns slightly to the left wincing in fear, telling me if I don't start showing up on time... not only will I be fired but she will then re hire me as her personal pet knowing I need the money...
She might even drop a burger on the brown tile ground as she leans her pudgy against the counter, telling me to drop to my knees and lick it. As I begin lowering myself to the dusty floor, my palms meeting the ground before the burger, I see her boot come down and cruelly smush it... she grounds it for a few minutes and stops... glaring at me and saying "Well?" as if she expected me to lick it around the edges of her boot.
It might take a good hour to lick it all off... my tongue a bit tender from rubbing against the sole of her foot wear. She then kicks me to the ground, as I land on my back she drops her boot on my poor left breast.... I can feel the tread marks of the sole from under my thin work shirt....looks down into my eyes, piercing my very mind with her gaze and says "Hmm... I know of you suitable punishment... You have floor duty... hahahaha!" and proceeds to trample me, jumping on me and just grueling making me nothing more than a child's painting of a panicked employee on the floor to be walked on by my co workers throughout the following day... some don't notice while others just snicker and laugh... tears of humiliation water up in my eyes as my body can feel the imperfections of the floor.... I feel the sneaker sole of my asian co worker, who was a friend that often teased me and wiped away my tears with the toe end of the shoe and just giggled "Well... come on time next time hehe..." she mocked. I'll make her pay for smudging my lipstick and make up with her shuffling feet as she tended to customers at the register.
Those are my thoughts.
