The fate of this worm and this poor loser is to always be under my rubber boots. Between the floor and my soles there will always have to be his slender body. My weight and my size 40 boots tower over him and give him no respite. I make him lick the soles and uppers when I am not stepping on him. I crush his head, his chest, his balls, his back and rub the soles on his private parts and his head. On his petite body the imprints left by my boots are evident. I enjoy kicking his empty head because it seems to me that he finds it hard to take in my directions and orders. When I feel satisfied I block one hand under one sole of my boot while the other sole I clean using his leather mask.
