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TFF1883 - Going Nowhere
Essie strode into her kitchen, looking formidable in her all-black ensemble, her knee-high patent leather boots shining under the lights. As she pulled out a white wooden chair to sit down, she spotted them: a group of tiny, panic-stricken men scattering across the grey tiled floor, desperately trying to flee the vicinity of her massive footwear. Essie leaned down, a cruel, amused smirk playing on her lips. "Just where do you think you're going?" she challenged, her voice booming from above. "You are not going anywhere at all."
She began her lesson in immobility immediately. She didn't even stand up; she simply used her seated position to leverage the full power of her boots. The sharp, black stiletto heels came down first, skewering the stragglers, while the heavy soles ground others into the grout lines. The shiny patent leather became the last thing they ever saw.
But Essie wanted to feel the crunch more intimately. She unzipped her boots and peeled them off, tossing them aside to reveal her bare feet, her toes painted a matching black. The surviving tinies scrambled in terror, but there was no escape. Essie pressed her soft, warm soles over them, smothering them against the cold tiles, her toes curling with delight as she extinguished their struggles.
Finally, she plucked the last survivor from the floor and placed him on the flat surface of the chair. He looked around, hoping for mercy. Essie stood up and turned her back to him. She leaned over the table, positioning herself perfectly. The tiny man looked up in horror as Essie's black-clad backside descended. She sat down hard, grinding her bottom into the chair, burying the final fugitive under her immense weight and proving once and for all that in her kitchen, no one leaves unless she allows it.
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #TinyMan, #SizeDifference, #Boots, #PatentBoots, #BootCrush, #Barefoot, #FootCrush, #SitCrush, #AssCrush, #Femdom, #CruelGiantess, #Kitchen, #Essie
Essie strode into her kitchen, looking formidable in her all-black ensemble, her knee-high patent leather boots shining under the lights. As she pulled out a white wooden chair to sit down, she spotted them: a group of tiny, panic-stricken men scattering across the grey tiled floor, desperately trying to flee the vicinity of her massive footwear. Essie leaned down, a cruel, amused smirk playing on her lips. "Just where do you think you're going?" she challenged, her voice booming from above. "You are not going anywhere at all."
She began her lesson in immobility immediately. She didn't even stand up; she simply used her seated position to leverage the full power of her boots. The sharp, black stiletto heels came down first, skewering the stragglers, while the heavy soles ground others into the grout lines. The shiny patent leather became the last thing they ever saw.
But Essie wanted to feel the crunch more intimately. She unzipped her boots and peeled them off, tossing them aside to reveal her bare feet, her toes painted a matching black. The surviving tinies scrambled in terror, but there was no escape. Essie pressed her soft, warm soles over them, smothering them against the cold tiles, her toes curling with delight as she extinguished their struggles.
Finally, she plucked the last survivor from the floor and placed him on the flat surface of the chair. He looked around, hoping for mercy. Essie stood up and turned her back to him. She leaned over the table, positioning herself perfectly. The tiny man looked up in horror as Essie's black-clad backside descended. She sat down hard, grinding her bottom into the chair, burying the final fugitive under her immense weight and proving once and for all that in her kitchen, no one leaves unless she allows it.
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #TinyMan, #SizeDifference, #Boots, #PatentBoots, #BootCrush, #Barefoot, #FootCrush, #SitCrush, #AssCrush, #Femdom, #CruelGiantess, #Kitchen, #Essie
