HGlock SM - Slave.pdf (2025)

Sally couldn't wait to break in her new black pumps on the first date with her latest boy-toy Mark. She had just finished a particularly grueling week at the office and needed some stress relief. She adjusted her snug red dress and smirked, knowing that Mark would be putty in her hands in those heels.

When Mark arrived for their date, Sally was delighted to see he was even more handsome up close. Her eyes hungrily roamed over his chiseled features and broad shoulders. She had big plans for this man tonight.

After a few drinks, the couple returned to Sally's penthouse apartment. "Why don't you make yourself useful and get me another martini?" Sally purred, extending a shapely leg towards the mini-bar. Mark nervously complied, passing her the drink. Sally swirled the liquid, eyeing him over the rim of the glass. "Mmm, you're so good to me," she said, before gulping it down. "I think you deserve a reward."

She slid off her pumps and aimed a powerful x-ray gun at Mark. In an instant, the man shrunk down to the size of a grasshopper. Sally laughed cruelly as the tiny figure tumbled to the carpet.

"Well, well, little man," she cooed, looming over him. "Looks like it's time for you to service your queen. Start by worshipping my feet. You can begin by cleaning the dirt off my heels with that tongue of yours."

Mark quivered in fear, but knew he was powerless against this colossal goddess. He timidly approached her feet, still reeking of aftershave. Sally shuddered with delight as his tiny mouth made contact with her soles.

But as he began to sloppily lap at the dirt and sweat collected in her pumps, Sally's face contorted with rage. This pathetic worm was doing a horrible job! She grabbed him roughly between her fingers and growled in his face.

"Is that the best you can do? Clean my heels properly or suffer the consequences, worm!"

Trembling, Mark redoubled his efforts, but it was too late. In a flash, Sally pressed her pumps together, squishing the insect man between the soles.

She ground them back and forth, relishing the crunch and squelch of tiny bones. When she finally lifted her feet, Mark was a smear of blood and guts, oozing between the laces. Sally laughed with wicked glee.

"Pathetic little worm. You should have known your place." She swiped the residual gore off on a napkin and slipped her pumps back on. "Now, who shall I shrink next?"