You sit on the couch or in an armchair, I'm in front of you. You can wear some casual clothes, maybe a cute summer dress, but bare feet and show your lower legs, please.

I was your tiny sl*ve for so many years since you were a I was always so hardworking, cleaning your shoes 14 hours a day, with a tiny toy ladder, because some of your heels are 3 or 4 times higher than me. Some of your shoes took me days to clean because they have so many ornaments, but they were always perfectly clean and shiny. I cleaned your jewelry, your smartphone and all the other things I'm am small enough to.

I also cleaned the shoes of your girlfriends, when you have them over to have some drinks. While you had fun with your other sl*ves, playing cruel games with them (imagine something you and your girlfriends would play with your tiny sl*ves), they most times not survived. They sometimes pretend to crush me, because they were jealous, not to have such a diligent l*ttle toy. But they just raised their foot over me for while and slammed it beside me.

But now one of your friends wanted to make a joke. She put me in one of your shoes. You didn't see me when you slipped your gorgeous foot inside. And of course, you didn't hear my desperate screaming. When you realized, that something was in there, you took me out of your shoe and I am really *njured now. I'm useless to you now. I can't work anymore and you can't have fun with me. So you will end and my miserable life. You won't spend time to take care of me.

You remember some things you did to me during the years for your fun, like throwing things on me, pretend to crush me, put your foot on me until I was almost ended but then raised it again, maybe you can do that one more time, and imagine some other things please, you would do with your tinies to have fun.

It was always so much fun for you, but now, as I'm useless, you will have once more fun with me, and crush me slow and intensive, because you like it when the tiny sl*ves squish under your feet. In the end, you crush me slowly under your foot.

Out of His Tiny Misery