Trainer Torment

When you got shrunk, I determined determined I dreamed to get my own back and dropped you in my shoe before I went to the gym. Peering inwards to see how you got on, I delight in what a horrible practice it must have been for you, pressed up against my foot as I sweated into my sock as you squirmed and plead for me to be nice and let you out. Setting you down on the floor I give you a straight choice. Either, be flattened under my foot, or idolize my feet and masturbate off over my pretty but smelly feet. Im amazed that you selected the indignity and shame of wanking your sausage to my feet. If you had any sort of shame, you would have just asked to have been crushed with at least some honour. Its been so much joy playing with you, but youre not being taken back home. No, youre going to be stored somewhere safe and warm and secret until the next time I want to play with you.