Crushed By My New Boots

I've wanted these boots for years and years, and they're as beautiful, powerful and deadly as I always dreamed they would be.

You've admired them, too, my tiny pet. Seen me stare at them on my wish list, put off buying them again and again. You had to see them on my feet. See me towering atop their massive heels and platform soles. In moments of passion, I promised you that you'd be the first, and you moaned with desire and twitched beneath my fingertips to imagine the taste of that black leather, the crushing, overwhelming weight of my foot.

Well, the day's finally come. My colossal boots and I have come to collect what's owed. It's okay if you changed your mind, if you crawl before me and beg for your life. You know I like to see you beg.

We both know there's only one way this ends: with you crushed to a pretty little smear under my perfect, brand new boots.