Picture this: I’m stretched out on a sleek leather couch, my legs wrapped in lace stockings, when I notice something... tiny. A little man, trembling at my feet on the ottoman. What starts as a playful game—teasing him with my toes—quickly turns into something far more intense. My feet become his world as I toy with his fear, each step getting bolder. I spit, stomp, and crush until he’s nothing but a memory beneath me, left behind as I walk away, leaving him flattened and forgotten

Picture this: I’m stretched out on a sleek leather couch, my legs wrapped in lace stockings, when I notice something... tiny. A little man, trembling at my feet on the ottoman. What starts as a playful game—teasing him with my toes—quickly turns into something far more intense. My feet become his world as I toy with his fear, each step getting bolder. I spit, stomp, and crush until he’s nothing but a memory beneath me, left behind as I walk away, leaving him flattened and forgotten