1. The Giantess: Crushing a Tiny Man Underfoot


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Taboo, Author: HisMeg, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    This started as a text chat with someone who has a crushing fetish. I realized after a while that I had basically written a piece of erotica so I copy/pasted it, cleaned up the grammar a bit, and now post it here for your consideration. You can clearly see the dirty sole of my shoe as it hovers over you. I'm keeping my heel on the floor though because I don't want to just squash you, I want to play with you first. It's not often that I get to torture a little man. I lift my foot, turn it a bit to the left and stamp it down hard. The SMACK sound it makes on the floor is accompanied by a puff of air that causes bits of dirt and lint to blow across you. I lift, twist, and stamp my foot to the other side of you. It slams into the floor so closely that you feel it brush your arm. Again the puff of air carries dust and lint across you, filling your nose and causing you to sneeze. Your watery eyes make it difficult to see clearly but you sense movement. Lift, twist, STAMP. My foot crashes down on your left. Lift, twist, STAMP, on your right. Lift, twist, STAMP, on your left. Faster and faster, closer and closer until suddenly you feel your left arm crushed under the sole of my shoe! Your little bones turn to powder and it takes a moment for your brain to register what has happened. My foot doesn't lift this time. It stays crushing your arm to the floor while I look down on you with an evil grin. You cry out in pain and give me a pleading look that seems to come from your soul. ...
    “You have the audacity to look up with your tiny little eyes and ask something of me?” Still holding my right foot on your left arm, I bring my left foot alongside you. The four-inch stiletto heel looks like a tree trunk next you and I see your little body quiver. I lift my foot and lower just the heel to a spot right next to your head. Keeping my toes pointed at the ceiling, I trace the outline of your tiny body with the heel of my shoe. You lie rigidly on the floor, terrified of what may happen next, afraid of risking my wrath by moving. The stiletto heel drags along your head, down the outside of your arm and back up the inside. I give you a little jab in your armpit before reversing direction and tracing along your chest, your ribs, and the outside of your right leg. I reverse direction once again as I begin to sc**** up your lower leg. My heel spreads your legs a bit wider as it travels up the inside of your thigh and then I pause for a moment....and another moment...and still another moment. The flat forward edge of my heel is pressed against your testicles, which have drawn up tight as if in anticipation of what may befall them. You feel as if a century has passed before I finally lower my foot to a point where the sole of my shoe just lightly brushes your nose. You continue to lie still as your fight-or-flight instinct is overwhelmed to the point of shutting your muscles down entirely. I wiggle my foot from side-to-side just a bit, not enough that it ever leaves contact ...
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