Goddess Tiana returns in an outfit of exquisite authority. Skin-tight jodhpurs hugging her every curve, a crisp white blouse tucked in with commanding elegance, and towering thigh-high boots that gleam with menace. Her presence alone would be enough to reduce any man to trembling submission… but today, she is in a playful mood. A cruelly playful mood.
Laid out before her on the cold kitchen tiles are innocent-looking sweets. But in the grand world of Goddess Tiana, these are not mere candies. No. They are minimen, pathetic, insect-like creatures no larger than a pinkie toe, and utterly worthless in her realm of absolute superiority.
With a sneer of delicious contempt, she begins her divine work. One slow, deliberate stomp at a time. Her boots crush the sweets mercilessly, each press accompanied by the exquisite crunch and squish that she imagines are the sounds of splintering bones and ruptured innards. She giggles; low, rich, and dangerously amused, as if the death cries of these microscopic males were music to her regal ears.
Her domination is effortless, sensual, inevitable. The sweet guts spread beneath her soles like crushed dreams—sticky, bright, ruined. Every step reminds you of your place in her world: beneath her.
When she tires of her massacre, she climbs onto the kitchen worktop and crosses her legs like a queen inspecting her throne. The remains of her sugary victims cling to the soles of her boots, a grisly reminder of her cruel delight. Then she beckons you.
On your knees now, you crawl forward like the crawling worm you are. You are not allowed to join the minimen beneath her boots. No, that would be a gift. Instead, your duty is filth. Your tongue is her cleaning cloth, your devotion her entertainment. You lick, slowly and obediently, cleaning every trace of her fun from her soles while she watches with a bored but beautiful gaze.
And in your pathetic heart, you can’t help but long for the same fate. You fantasize about being one of those tiny creatures, flattened beneath her heel in a single stroke; because even destruction beneath her boots would be the greatest honor of your worthless life.
Goddess Tiana reigns supreme. She is beautiful, cruel, and unreachably high above you. You are nothing but her plaything. And even then… only when she chooses.
