Literature
Distracting the Boss
(footfetish, flattening) “Mmmmh, RARGH! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!“, she screams and lifts her foot off my chest. “I’m really sor-“, only to slam it into my face when I try to apologize. Her foot sinks into my face, molding a footprint right in the middle of it. “SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear any more from you!”, she yells, “I don’t want to see your stupid face either!”, she adds and then jumps into the air. I gulp as I see her feet descend, not daring to even try to avoid them. That would only make her even angrier. The soles of her sneaker socks are darkened by sweat and are the last thing I see before my head gets squashed with a muffled thud. I let out a single groan and she does not like that. “SHUT UP!”, she yells and begins to stomp around on my face, marching with a burning fury, “Not the quietest sound from you! I have to think!” And she does that while she continues her marching, mercilessly flattening down my head, stomping footprint into my face, while I am forced to