HGlock SM - Tiny Foot Slave.pdf (2025) [WRITING]

It was a hot summer evening and Marissa was ready to go out with the girls after work. At 40, she was feeling her age but still had an attractive figure. She decided to take out her favorite pair of wooden high-heeled clogs, adorned with silver buckles. Marissa never wore these shoes often because they always seemed to make her feet sweat and stink something awful after a few hours. But tonight, she felt like dressing up.

Marissa slipped her foot into the clog, wincing slightly as the underside of her foot rubbed against the damp leather. She buckled the other shoe on tight. Marissa spritzed on some perfume, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. At the bar, she couldn't help but feel like a million bucks as heads turned her way.

A few drinks later, Marissa excused herself to the restroom. She steadied herself against the bathroom counter, focusing on the swing of her hips in the mirror as she walked back out. That's when she accidentally stepped on something squishy and crunchy under her stinky wooden clog heel.

"Excuse me miss," a voice piped up meekly. Marissa looked down and saw a young man huddled on the floor, knees drawn up to his chest. He looked terrified. "You just, um, crushed my pet tarantula, Mr. Tibbets. I was hoping to see you crush him with your sexy high heels for my fetish video..."

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