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“And here we are again” Kristen Stewart said, pressing you even more against the floor, her blank expression impossible to read as always. “How many times had you tried to escape? Four? Five?” she counted, punctuing each number by a slight increase in weight. You’ve been her slave for a couple of weeks and it was still impossible for you to figure out her mood. Was she mad? Was she amused? The only thing you were sure of was that her hard sole plastering you was going to flatten you even more as she kept increasing the pressure.

“I think I’m pretty gentle with you. I’m only asking you to worship my feet and to clean my shoes. Why try to escape?” she asked, rubbing her shoe a bit over you “I could give you away to a friend. Have you heard of what other celebs do to their slaves? I think Billie Eilish had her slave serve as an insole for a week straight. Is that what you want?” Your eyes were bulging out as she spoke, your lungs so crushed you could barely breathe, but she didn’t care “Maybe that’s the problem. I think I’m waaaay too gentle with you” she deliberated. Her dirt covered sole kept squashing you further, so much you couldn’t even focus on her, you looked away gasping for air, your free arm twitching over her shoe trying to signal to stop, to tell her that you wouldn’t try to escape away. “I think it’s settled, from now on you are going to be a better slave or I’m taking drastic measures. Maybe I should stick you in my crack like some of my friends” she started, nonchalantly twisting her foot on you. “Or I could sew you to my sock. Nah, I’m feeling too lazy for that” she kept going “I think being my insole while I go shopping will be a good start” she said, finally deciding herself. Looking at the closest window, she issued your next order “It looks like it’s gonna rain. Go fetch me my boots” she said, finally lifting her foot. You instantly took mouthfuls of air as your chest started reforming, but soon the air was tainted by the strong smell emanating from her feet as she took her shoes off. Eyeing at you with her bored face, she hurried you “Come on, if I have to get up your sentence is gonna double” you got up and ran away, wondering how the hell you were gonna drag those giant boots to her. She looked at you, thinking about what to do if you tried to escape from her. “Like he is gonna last long without me” she said to herself. Besides, if you tried to flee again she would catch you like always. So, what was the point?

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“And here we are again” Kristen Stewart said, pressing you even more against the floor, her blank expression impossible to read as always. “How many times had you tried to escape? Four? Five?” she counted, punctuing each number by a slight increase in weight. You’ve been her slave for a couple of weeks and it was still impossible for you to figure out her mood. Was she mad? Was she amused? The only thing you were sure of was that her hard sole plastering you was going to flatten you even more as she kept increasing the pressure.

“I think I’m pretty gentle with you. I’m only asking you to worship my feet and to clean my shoes. Why try to escape?” she asked, rubbing her shoe a bit over you “I could give you away to a friend. Have you heard of what other celebs do to their slaves? I think Billie Eilish had her slave serve as an insole for a week straight. Is that what you want?” Your eyes were bulging out as she spoke, your lungs so crushed you could barely breathe, but she didn’t care “Maybe that’s the problem. I think I’m waaaay too gentle with you” she deliberated. Her dirt covered sole kept squashing you further, so much you couldn’t even focus on her, you looked away gasping for air, your free arm twitching over her shoe trying to signal to stop, to tell her that you wouldn’t try to escape away. “I think it’s settled, from now on you are going to be a better slave or I’m taking drastic measures. Maybe I should stick you in my crack like some of my friends” she started, nonchalantly twisting her foot on you. “Or I could sew you to my sock. Nah, I’m feeling too lazy for that” she kept going “I think being my insole while I go shopping will be a good start” she said, finally deciding herself. Looking at the closest window, she issued your next order “It looks like it’s gonna rain. Go fetch me my boots” she said, finally lifting her foot. You instantly took mouthfuls of air as your chest started reforming, but soon the air was tainted by the strong smell emanating from her feet as she took her shoes off. Eyeing at you with her bored face, she hurried you “Come on, if I have to get up your sentence is gonna double” you got up and ran away, wondering how the hell you were gonna drag those giant boots to her. She looked at you, thinking about what to do if you tried to escape from her. “Like he is gonna last long without me” she said to herself. Besides, if you tried to flee again she would catch you like always. So, what was the point?