Squashed under my sweaty bare Soles – Lady Nisha
Lady Nisha:
Well, well… look at you, you pathetic little worm. Lying there beneath me, ready to be flattened. Is this your deepest dream? To be crushed under my bare, stinking, salty-tasting soles until nothing remains of you? Then you’re in the perfect place right now.
Look up at me. That will be the last thing you ever see — my dominant, filthy foot sole. I’m pulling off my white, sweat-soaked socks right now. Breathe it in. Hot. Salty. Disgusting. The scent of a woman who has walked all day and now decides your fate.
I’m going to crush you under my naked feet. Slowly at first, so you feel every second of pressure as my soles press down and grind you into the floor. You’ll be wiped out like an insect. You’re not even dirt under my feet anymore. You’re nothing. And in a moment you’ll be completely erased.
Obliterated.
Trampled.
Smashed into non-existence under my soles.
