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“You can get out now.”

It came out of nowhere and stole my breath. I clenched my teeth and gripped my seatbelt. I turned to her, heart pounding and eyes bulging as I watched her put her car in park.

I’d met her in a chatroom--one of the fetish sites I’d found that touched on the things I loved. She called herself a giantess, an unstoppable, merciless goddess who ended tiny lives at her whim. Her ruthless cruelty was so beautiful, so eloquent and pure that I couldn’t resist her.

When we found out we lived only a handful of miles apart, it was her that suggested we meet. I’d never imagined doing anything like this, but I waited outside the coffee shop all the same, pacing back and forth with my mind racing a mile a minute.

She was unmistakable the second she stepped out of her car. Six feet tall, maybe in her mid-thirties, in a leopard print skirt and skyscraping black stilettos with wavy hair halfway to her waist and even darker than her shoes.

I forgot everything I planned to say. I barely managed a “hi” but her bare arms wrapped around my neck and squeezed me tight before either of us could really speak. She asked if I’d been waiting long and I could only shake my head.

Of all the things I expected, I never prepared for a hug. It steadied me. She settled me--it was exactly what I needed in that moment.

“I want a coffee. You can get the door.” She was confident enough for us both. She didn’t need to command me--her suggestions carried incredible weight, and I already wanted more than anything to show that I was worth her time.

My sweater and my best jeans still seemed shabby next to her. I was just some stupid college girl, but she treated me as more than that. She shared her fantasies--so warm and passionate about the cruel and violent dreams she had, how valuable and important and exciting they could be, and I started sharing my own.

It wasn’t easy to talk about the dark things I longed for, but it wasn’t impossible either. I said things out loud that were unimaginable. I told her my deepest secrets, one after another, and she made each one seem precious and important.

She suggested that I fetch us pastries, and it all hit me at once. She wasn’t the only one here. Anyone could see me. Anyone could have heard the things I said. By the time I got back to our couch, I could barely breathe.

“Do you want to step outside?” I nodded and she took the danish from my hand with a smile. “You can get the door.”

We walked around to the back of the building so I could light a cigarette. She nibbled at her snack and watched me in silence for a moment.

“You’re a very nervous person.” I nodded at the observation and took another long drag. I was comfortable in front of my computer, and I could survive at the back of a classroom, but I’d be happy to never go outside if I didn’t have to.

“Go ahead and put that on the ground for me when you’re done with it.” I blinked a few times and tried to hide my surprise, but I was mostly done anyhow. I dropped to a crouch and carefully placed my cigarette in front of her shoes, then hastily stood up and took a step back.

Her shoe slightly rose from the ground and I watched in utter fascination as its pointed toe moved forward. Every movement was steady and deliberate, like she was savoring the moment, and I knew neither one of us was thinking about stepping on a cigarette butt.

It was a tiny human life we both imagined trembling in the shadow of her foot. Some shrieking, squealing shrunken toy living its last seconds before her toes settled to the ground and her shoe’s unforgiving sole crushed the life out of them.

Her stiletto heel lifted and she made a show of slowly twisting her toes back and forth, grinding her imagined victim to an unrecognizable smear. I shuddered, just hearing the scrape and crunch of pavement under her foot, and when her shoe finally grew still, my eyes and hers lifted at the same moment and met. Her voice was just as soft and even as it had been all day, but for the first time, she gave me a firm command.

“Kiss it.”  

She didn’t need to explain, or even gesture or point. I was back to staring at her shoe in an instant. It still rested on top of my crushed cigarette, impatiently waiting for me.

We were back in the car before I even thought about the fact that I hadn’t even hesitated. In the blink of an eye I was down on my knees, palms flat on the ground as I bowed down before her.

I could hear a faint sigh from above as my lips touched her foot. My head buzzed as I breathed the smell of leather and pressed a soft, brief kiss to the smooth skin above her shoe’s pointed toe.

I asked if I could smoke another and she gave the slightest hint of a grin as she nodded. I rushed through and laid the half-finished cigarette before her, another sacrifice for her to mercilessly crush.

“Kiss,” she demanded a second time, and I dropped to the ground and touched my lips to the same spot on her foot, just like before.

I watched her now as she drove towards home. I couldn’t believe that a woman could possess such a mind and passion for cruelty, yet offer so much warmth and affection like she’d shown me.

Truly she deserved any number of living toys to use and break and crush in whatever way would satisfy her. She deserved slaves to please and worship and serve her. She deserved everything I could give her, everything the world could offer and more.

My mind continued to race as she drove. I told her that she’d taken my “foot kissing virginity” and she gave a little laugh. I asked her what other things she liked to step on. I asked her if there was anything else that she wanted me to do.

I spoke freely and with excitement. I wasn’t nervous anymore. I wasn’t scared of the things that I dreamed of.

Then she abruptly turned into a little parking lot off the main road. She didn’t even turn to look at me as she spoke.

“You can get out now.”

It looked like the parking lot for a bank. We were the only car there, but there were others at the restaurant next door.

“I don’t know where we are.” I tried my best to not let my desperation creep into my voice. My phone had died hours ago, and I knew we were getting close to my house but I had no idea which way to go.

“That’s okay.” Her voice was as exceptionally smooth and calm as it had been from the moment I’d met her. She turned to look at me now, and continued. “Get out of the car.”

I didn’t have a choice. I pulled the door handle and stepped out into the cold, already halfway into a panic. I didn’t know the city. I didn’t have the first idea where to start, but I knew it was getting dark and that it wasn’t safe.

“Come around.” I hadn’t closed the door right away. Maybe I was trying to figure out how to say goodbye, or just hoping against hope that she’d speak to me, but those two words were all it took to send my heart racing. She wasn’t done with me yet. I hurried around to her side, and by the time I got there she’d opened her door.

“Now,” she started her sentence as she pulled herself up from her seat, and finished as she stood to her full height. “Go ahead and lay down on the ground.”

This time I did hesitate, but only for a split second. I was thankful for her. I would do what I was told. I wished I’d worn a thicker jacket--the asphalt was cold and hard under my back, but staring up at her like this and obeying her commands filled me with a giddy warmth.

She was already so much taller than me, but staring up at her from the ground firmly reinforced who she was to me--the almighty giantess, the dominant goddess towering over her slave.

Then I watched her shoe slowly lift from the ground. I trembled as it moved over my body, totally fixated on its movement as it came closer and closer to my face. She could do anything she wanted to me. She could crush me like a worm if she wanted--I’d given myself completely to her, but I was still anxious and afraid.

“Is my shoe clean?” 

Her sole hovered inches above my head and I was already staring. The first time I opened my mouth to respond, I couldn’t make a sound. I had to swallow and lick my dry lips before I could croak out “Not really.”

“Are you going to do anything about that?” I’d asked if there was anything I could do for her, and she was giving me my opportunity. She didn’t give me a command, though--just a question and a chance. I stared at the little chunks of gravel embedded in the sole of her pump, at the little trace of an ashy smear that my cigarettes had to have left behind. Did she expect me to lick her shoe? I would, I probably should--

I heard a car door slam in the distance. I heard footsteps. Was someone coming our way? Were they looking at me? I couldn’t move, I could barely think. I didn’t want to disrespect her--I wasn’t going to look away, but I was paralyzed. I laid there with my lips parted, struggling to keep breathing, but she didn’t leave me suffering in my uncertainty for long.

It was slow enough that I could see it coming, but it only took a split second. Her shoe lowered towards my face and I turned my head just enough that her sole touched my inner cheek, just beside my mouth. Tiny bits of stone dug into my flesh as she stepped down and the pressure continued to build.

I gasped when she started to twist her foot back and forth. Her black shoe had seemed mostly clean, really, but I could feel every piece of dirt and grime digging into my flesh, scraping my skin.

She smiled while she was grinding my face under her shoe--exactly like she'd done to my cigarettes. If I was small enough, I'd probably be the smear some other girl would clean off of her sole.

I was panting when she finished, but she wasn't done with me. Her other shoe replaced the first, again hovering over my face. “What about this one?”

I made some sort of strange and desperate sound at the back of my throat while I stared at the bottom of her shoe. My brain locked in a frantic flustered frenzy and again I just couldn’t move, couldn’t act, at least at first. My head eventually started to lift from the ground, but she didn’t wait half as long this time before taking it upon herself to clean her sole.

Her shoe dropped firmly onto my chest and I wheezed as the unexpected pressure crushed the air from my lungs. Her sharp stiletto sank into the softness below my ribs and her pointed toe nearly grazed my chin--her shoe was almost as long as my entire torso. Just one more thing to underscore how small and helpless I was beneath the towering goddess’s heel.

She dragged her foot back and forth, taking her time with cleaning her shoe. I was a doormat for her to wipe her feet on. My nicest sweater was nothing more than a rag to rub the dirt from her soles.

When she was satisfied she stood over me for a long moment. I stared up into her eyes while her shoe continued to rest on my chest.

I still hadn't processed everything that had happened--that was happening, but I knew I was lost in her stunning smile. Even as she literally wiped her feet on my face, the sense of peace and warmth in her overwhelmed me. 

I realized how gentle she was with me. She was twice my size. Her full weight, especially in these shoes, could seriously injure me. It wasn't hard to imagine her breaking me for real if she put a little effort into it.

She was full of love. A strange kind of love, but even as I laid on the ground underfoot, I felt it all the same. 

I loved her and I almost said so, but some part of me had the sense to resist. At least I held out long enough for her to step off of me and turn around--the words seemed desperate to jump out of my mouth, but once she looked away I managed to suppress the urge.

It took her one long stride to get back to her car. She settled back onto the edge of the driver’s seat, leaving the door open as she turned back to face me. This time she didn’t even bother with words to direct me. Just a curl of her finger beckoned me towards her, spurring me into action from my stunned silence.

I pushed myself up from my back but stopped halfway when she started to shake her head. That same finger turned to point down at the ground, and I understood her expectation.

It was only a few feet from me to her. I rolled over onto my stomach and pulled my hands and knees beneath me, and watched her smile grow as I crawled to her. I stayed low as I approached, and when she nodded and murmured “good girl,” I flushed and swelled with pride.

I kept eye contact for a moment, but it felt awkward quickly. I was more comfortable bowing my head and keeping my eyes on her shoes. I watched, enraptured  as her right foot started to shift, her heel slipping free from the back of her elegant footwear--her jet-black painted toes slowly emerging from its throat.

I shuddered, but held still as it rose towards me. The rich, powerful fragrance of her leather and sweat filled my senses. Ever from inches away, I could feel the intense, radiant heat from her bare sole.

My eyes drifted shut as her toes grazed my cheek. I cooed softly as they lightly dragged across my skin, brushing my lips and then slipping beneath my chin and then lifting my head.

“Little girl.” I opened my eyes when she addressed me. Did she even know my name? Had I ever even given it to her? It didn’t matter. That’s who I was with her. Just a helpless, fragile little girl.

Then she uttered one more softly spoken command, and I shivered just to hear the words.

“Worship me.”

I whispered “Yes…” as I bowed my head and pressed my lips to the same spot I’d kissed when she crushed my cigarettes. It felt like I should follow with some title--”Yes, goddess,” “Yes, mistress,” but she wasn’t any of those things to me.

She was a woman I’d met online. Naturally dominant and unquestionably superior--a woman who desired and deserved worship from someone like me. The first times I’d kissed her foot had been nervous and hasty, but this kiss was long and eager and thankful.

She didn’t just passively receive my kisses. After the first her toes slipped up over my chin and she pushed my head back, sliding up along my face. Her sole was still almost hot to the touch, and every deep, needy breath I took was filled with her wonderful scents.

From the ball of her foot to the back of her heel, I kissed every inch of her sole that pushed across my lips. The weight of her leg rested on me while she rubbed her foot in my face, forcing my head back as she pushed forward, then forcibly dragging her toes down across my forehead, nose and lips, pausing slightly for each deep and desperate kiss.

I loved most when she’d grind my mouth under the ball of her foot. My nose would be buried beneath her toes where her scent was the strongest, and I’d lose myself just sniffing and kissing, totally enamored with the smell of her foot.

At some point my tongue slipped past my lips and I tasted the warm, salty skin of her arch. I caught a soft sigh from above that encouraged me, and I tasted her sole again. She continued to grind my face under her foot, and I lapped at her sole like a thirsty dog.

The ball of her foot reached my chin again, and this time she pushed forward. The undersides of her toes smashed against my lips, and when I ran my tongue along the curves, slipping beneath and between, her smirk was so broad she seemed on the verge of laughter.

The moment my lips parted enough, though, she pushed her toes past them, filling my mouth. My eyes closed again as I immediately set to licking and sucking, passionately guiding my lips along the length of one toe after another, circling them with my swirling tongue as I served each precious digit.

Every moment along the way she was in total control. She was never content to sit back and let me bow down and serve. She shoved my face back and forth with a press of her toes. She squished my nose with the ball of her foot, bent my neck with the force of her heel. She pushed me around, constantly using and manipulating me with a single foot big enough to completely cover my face.

Always I was beneath her. We both knew it was where I belonged. I was her little foot toy, and she would keep me beneath her heel.

She’d had enough before long and pulled her toes from my mouth with a subtle pop. This time when she settled her foot on my face, it was more than just her casual weight that pressed down. In seconds my already aching arms crumpled beneath me--I couldn’t resist even a moderate bit of her strength, and it was easy for her to smash me to the ground.

My skull fit perfectly under her high arch. Her skin was cooler now, still a little slick from my own saliva covering her sole. I couldn’t dream of turning my head, but I was in such a frenzy of slavish worship that I had to continue. Her other foot was only a few inches away. I braced my hands beneath me and strained to push myself towards it.

I reached it only because she allowed me. She made me work, but I knew I could never overcome her strength with my flimsy little body. If she stepped on me and  wanted me pinned to the ground, I’d be right where she held me until she decided I could move again.

I tasted the side of her shoe immediately. I was trained for licking now. I loved to lick her feet, and the next time she wanted her shoes cleaned, I’d lick every bit of dirt from her soles without a second’s hesitation.

I felt her pressing down more and more while I continued to lick the same spot on her shoe. Her heel lifted from my head and I winced as she started to bear down, smashing me harder into the pavement.

I kept my tongue busy, but when she started to twist her foot back and forth I let out a pained whimper that trailed off into something that sounded more like a moan. My jaw ached, but it didn’t matter. I liked that she was hurting me, at least just a little bit. I liked that the same toes I’d just sucked were grinding me into the ground while I struggled to lick her pretty shoe.

Crush me. The words pounded through my mind as I watched her slip her other foot slowly out of the shoe I was busy serving. Again I was awash in the incredible humid scents of her freshly freed toes, in the wonderful heat of a sole just emerged from its shoe.

I madly covered every bit I could touch with desperate, passionate kisses before that second foot settled onto my face as well. Her feet covered me completely, and I kissed her toes again and again as I inwardly recited the words. Crush me.

I wanted to give her the satisfaction that comes from ending a life underfoot. I wanted her to have the pleasure of snuffing me out like a bug. Crush me, I prayed while I kissed. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to give her my life. I wanted to be a wet mess on her sole, for her huge, powerful feet to totally obliterate me.

Crush. I quivered as my mantra dwindled to a single word. Crush, crush, crush, while she twisted me under her toes, while I smelled and worshipped her sole.

And then, the pressure was gone. Her perfect foot pulled away from my lips, and I felt a firm press from each sole as it slid across the back of my head. I realized she was using my hair to wipe her feet before she slid each one back into its stiletto-heeled shoe.

“Time to go.” That’s all she had to say as her legs lifted away from me, moving inside her car and leaving me a trembling, twitching mess stretched out flat on the pavement. I doubted she’d just leave me behind, but when she shut the door and started the engine it was enough to snap me up from the ground and get me hurrying around to my seat.

I didn’t have time to lay there and process everything that happened. I don’t remember exactly what I said on the way home, but I mostly gushed about how perfect and amazing she was, and I couldn’t stop thanking her while we sat at the end of my apartment’s driveway.

It wasn’t until I sat on my floor that I really absorbed everything we’d done. Even if she had been in total control from beginning to end, I still had done so many impossible things, lived my unbelievable dreams, and it was all because of her.

I pulled off my sweater and stared at the smudges her shoes had left behind. I ran my fingers over the small, dark bruise already forming where her heel had dug into my stomach. I touched and flexed my still aching jaw, trying to perfectly remember the feel of her foot grinding into it, and I even laid on my back, trying to see her above me.

It was a term used so easily in every online space there was, but everything about this whole experience had been nearly supernatural. I couldn’t help but mouth the word as I shut my eyes and vividly recalled the image of her sole lowering onto my face.

“Goddess…”

That’s who she was, and I would never forget.