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The girl in the photos is the lovely BeatriceGiganta. She does commision videos and roleplay.
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Twitter: twitter.com/BeatriceGiganta
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You couldn’t take this anymore, you just couldn’t. It’s been a month since you’ve been Beatrice slave, ‘Worm’ as she calls you. She changed your size to fit her needs, but she never made you very big. You’ve been her insole, her seat, you’ve been used as a towel to dry her sweat, even as a lollipop; the only reprieve you had was some breaks she gave you and at nighttime, when she let you inside a small hamster cage in front of her bed filled with her worn out socks. However, you knew one day she would slip, she would make a mistake that would allow you to escape and finally, one day, after waiting for so long, the perfect opportunity arose. After running around all day doing errands, she finally peeled you off from her sole and carelessly threw you in the cage, the door not closing properly “God I’m exhausted” she said to no one, completely ignoring you. Setting her alarm for the next day and checking something on her phone, she collapsed on the bed, her heavy breathing a few minutes later indicating that she was fast asleep. Waiting for an hour to make sure she would not wake up, you made your move. Your muscles were sore after being plastered under her feet all day, but you pushed the malodorous socks out of the way and got to the door “This idiotic bitch left it open” you said under your breath, and slowly started to push it open, not expecting what happened next. he door had a sensor alarm.

You quickly opened it with a shove and clumsily made your way out, the beeping going around you loud enough to deafen you a bit. In front of you, you saw Beatrice in the dark slowly waking from her slumber, her brain still not processing what was going on. You rushed across the table going for the edge, knowing full well that falling from here would hurt like hell but your bones wouldn’t break. Your mind raced trying to improvise a plan, but the best you came out with was managing to get under her bed before she was fully aware of what was happening, and hide in hope that she though you managed to run away and searched elsewhere. At the same moment you jumped the lights were switched on, and you landed with a thud, the impact feeling like both of your legs had been shattered. But she was faster that you expected “Worm…” you heard her voice right on top of you. Rolling on your back, your stomach dropped and you went pale. There she was, towering over you, still in the clothes she wore for the day, looking at you with seething rage on her eyes. She had caught you right in the act.

Without saying anything else, she lifted her foot above you, your shriek of terror being instantly silenced when she stomped you with everything she had “TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM ME HUH?” SLAM she said, lifting her foot and sending it back down with full force SLAM “YOU THINK YOUR GODDESS IS STUPID?” SLAM she kept screaming, her left foot going up and dropping back down like a hammer “I set the cage’s alarm every night YOU FUCKING MORON” SLAM. She kept this for a while, blowing off steam by the means of trampling you relentlessly and insulting your escape attempt.

SLAM YOU SLAM BELONG SLAM TO SLAM ME SLAM

SLAM YOU SLAM WILL SLAM NEVER SLAM ESCAPE SLAM

Finally coming to a halt, she stood on top on you, her weight still crushing you against the floor. You could feel her foot sweat already emanating from her pores, no doubt leaving an imprint on the surface she was squashing you against “Seems like I go too easy on you. A slave that tries to escape is clearly disrespecting his owner. Such a bold move against you Goddess can’t go unpunished. You made me real mad before if you didn’t notice!” she said back into her calm and taunting temper, moving her right foot over the left one, balancing her fullweight to further crush you into the floor “For starters, that cage is locked for you until I decide so. The cage is for good slaves. Bad slaves get my foot. Prepare yourself because until now I have been nothing but merciful” she sentenced. Without bothering to peel you off, she went to the cage and spent a few minutes picking the filthiest and foulest smelling socks she could find. Then she scrapped you off with her toe, dropping her colossal ass on you to pin you while she took off her pantyhose, which slid away to reveal a foot filled with both dry sweat from her activities of the day and a fresh batch of sweat courtesy of the stomping she had given you. Finally, she got up and stomped you again until you got stuck to her sole, giggling the whole time “I bet you miss the cage already” she mocked, hearing your wails of pain while she smashed you. Putting the sock on, she sent you on a new dimension of hell as the world went dark, the only thing remaining was the vinegary stench that filled her tight sock, currently pressing you into her soles as she slipped back into her bed “Nighty night Worm. Hope you enjoy your new bed hehe” she said, snickering as she drifted into sleep once more. You however, were incapable of doing so, the reek of her damp socks keeping you awake until you blacked out.

The next morning, Beatrice woke up fully rested, and seeing that you were unconscious, decided to wake you up the hard way; jumping outta bed “Morning Worm” with a crunch, you were smashed awake as she started the morning stepping on you as she walked to her wardrobe, dropping you in her smelly boot from the day before “I’m gonna take a bath, I think I deserve it. You’ll wait here” she said dismissively, leaving you to bake inside the disgusting boot that was still warm, the only way out to high for you to even think about climbing it; you tried throwing yourself to the sides to see if you could tip it over, but the exhaustion and the growing hunger and thirst left you so weakened the massive shoe wear didn’t even flinch. Sometime later, you shivered, feeling the ground shake as Beatrice came back. Flipping over the boot, you fell on the floor already wanting the day to be over, but she had not even started yet as her feet landed at both sides, reeking. She just took a bath, how come they still smelt so bad? “Look up slave” she ordered. She was pointing her shrink ray at you, and she fired it, diminishing you until you were as smaller than her toe. Starving, you begged for something to eat and drink since you had nothing since the day before, and her answer was letting out a mocking chuckle, lifting her sweaty foot and trampling you once more, grinding her foot as she managed to glue you again to her sole just by the sheer force of her stomps. She then walked to her chair in front of the table, opened one of it’s drawers, and picked up some duct tape. I didn’t take much to tape you to her sole. The stench was ungodly, it smelled like death itself, her warm foot still sweating gallons and drenching you. Your coughed and retched, gagging from the sheer potency of the putrid stink that emanated from her foot “Comfy? I know you love the scent so I kept my feet out of the bathtub!” she said, scrunching her sole to make sure you would not peel yourself off “This tape is the best of the market, you are not getting out of there until I let you. Now, let me clear how this is gonna be from today onwards. You eat and drink what my foot gives you. You get thirsty? You drink my sweat. You get hungry? You eat the grime, the dirt and the toejam that my foot might provide you. And you better get used to it Worm, because the only reason I’m unsticking you is to tape you to my other sole. You cough? I stomp you senseless. You gag? I stomp you senseless. You dare to disobey one of my orders? I stomp you senseless, put my smelliest boot on, and I stomp you again. Get this engrained in your tiny puny brain: I OWN you. I’m your Goddess and you are my fucking slave. You are below me in every way. My foot, from the moment I get up, gets dirty, it goes into a sock that gets soaked with my sweat and baked in the heat inside my sneaker. My foot is the lowest and dirtiest place for a girl like me. And you, so pathetic, are even lower than that. You are nothing, and you will live and die being nothing but my fucking slave. Now, I’m gonna play with my PC for a bit, so I better feel your tongue lapping away all the sweat and your nose sniffing away all the stench or being taped to my foot is going to be the least or your concerns” she ended, turning her attention to the screen. You cried in anguish for the putrid stench that only seemed to get worse as her warm sole kept pouring sweat all over your body, which earned you a swift stamp, her foot making a wet squelch as she slammed you into the table “And no fucking complaints” you held back your urges to break down into tears and in silence, lapped away the salty liquid to please her, your stomach and lungs crying both from the taste and the stench, because deep down you knew you were gonna serve her forever. You were not going to escape. You were NEVER going to escape.

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Continuation of this:

The girl in the photos is the lovely BeatriceGiganta. She does commision videos and roleplay.
You can find her on:
Twitter: twitter.com/BeatriceGiganta
Instagram: www.instagram.com/beatrice_gig…
Caption text below

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You couldn’t take this anymore, you just couldn’t. It’s been a month since you’ve been Beatrice slave, ‘Worm’ as she calls you. She changed your size to fit her needs, but she never made you very big. You’ve been her insole, her seat, you’ve been used as a towel to dry her sweat, even as a lollipop; the only reprieve you had was some breaks she gave you and at nighttime, when she let you inside a small hamster cage in front of her bed filled with her worn out socks. However, you knew one day she would slip, she would make a mistake that would allow you to escape and finally, one day, after waiting for so long, the perfect opportunity arose. After running around all day doing errands, she finally peeled you off from her sole and carelessly threw you in the cage, the door not closing properly “God I’m exhausted” she said to no one, completely ignoring you. Setting her alarm for the next day and checking something on her phone, she collapsed on the bed, her heavy breathing a few minutes later indicating that she was fast asleep. Waiting for an hour to make sure she would not wake up, you made your move. Your muscles were sore after being plastered under her feet all day, but you pushed the malodorous socks out of the way and got to the door “This idiotic bitch left it open” you said under your breath, and slowly started to push it open, not expecting what happened next. he door had a sensor alarm.

You quickly opened it with a shove and clumsily made your way out, the beeping going around you loud enough to deafen you a bit. In front of you, you saw Beatrice in the dark slowly waking from her slumber, her brain still not processing what was going on. You rushed across the table going for the edge, knowing full well that falling from here would hurt like hell but your bones wouldn’t break. Your mind raced trying to improvise a plan, but the best you came out with was managing to get under her bed before she was fully aware of what was happening, and hide in hope that she though you managed to run away and searched elsewhere. At the same moment you jumped the lights were switched on, and you landed with a thud, the impact feeling like both of your legs had been shattered. But she was faster that you expected “Worm…” you heard her voice right on top of you. Rolling on your back, your stomach dropped and you went pale. There she was, towering over you, still in the clothes she wore for the day, looking at you with seething rage on her eyes. She had caught you right in the act.

Without saying anything else, she lifted her foot above you, your shriek of terror being instantly silenced when she stomped you with everything she had “TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM ME HUH?” SLAM she said, lifting her foot and sending it back down with full force SLAM “YOU THINK YOUR GODDESS IS STUPID?” SLAM she kept screaming, her left foot going up and dropping back down like a hammer “I set the cage’s alarm every night YOU FUCKING MORON” SLAM. She kept this for a while, blowing off steam by the means of trampling you relentlessly and insulting your escape attempt.

SLAM YOU SLAM BELONG SLAM TO SLAM ME SLAM

SLAM YOU SLAM WILL SLAM NEVER SLAM ESCAPE SLAM

Finally coming to a halt, she stood on top on you, her weight still crushing you against the floor. You could feel her foot sweat already emanating from her pores, no doubt leaving an imprint on the surface she was squashing you against “Seems like I go too easy on you. A slave that tries to escape is clearly disrespecting his owner. Such a bold move against you Goddess can’t go unpunished. You made me real mad before if you didn’t notice!” she said back into her calm and taunting temper, moving her right foot over the left one, balancing her fullweight to further crush you into the floor “For starters, that cage is locked for you until I decide so. The cage is for good slaves. Bad slaves get my foot. Prepare yourself because until now I have been nothing but merciful” she sentenced. Without bothering to peel you off, she went to the cage and spent a few minutes picking the filthiest and foulest smelling socks she could find. Then she scrapped you off with her toe, dropping her colossal ass on you to pin you while she took off her pantyhose, which slid away to reveal a foot filled with both dry sweat from her activities of the day and a fresh batch of sweat courtesy of the stomping she had given you. Finally, she got up and stomped you again until you got stuck to her sole, giggling the whole time “I bet you miss the cage already” she mocked, hearing your wails of pain while she smashed you. Putting the sock on, she sent you on a new dimension of hell as the world went dark, the only thing remaining was the vinegary stench that filled her tight sock, currently pressing you into her soles as she slipped back into her bed “Nighty night Worm. Hope you enjoy your new bed hehe” she said, snickering as she drifted into sleep once more. You however, were incapable of doing so, the reek of her damp socks keeping you awake until you blacked out.

The next morning, Beatrice woke up fully rested, and seeing that you were unconscious, decided to wake you up the hard way; jumping outta bed “Morning Worm” with a crunch, you were smashed awake as she started the morning stepping on you as she walked to her wardrobe, dropping you in her smelly boot from the day before “I’m gonna take a bath, I think I deserve it. You’ll wait here” she said dismissively, leaving you to bake inside the disgusting boot that was still warm, the only way out to high for you to even think about climbing it; you tried throwing yourself to the sides to see if you could tip it over, but the exhaustion and the growing hunger and thirst left you so weakened the massive shoe wear didn’t even flinch. Sometime later, you shivered, feeling the ground shake as Beatrice came back. Flipping over the boot, you fell on the floor already wanting the day to be over, but she had not even started yet as her feet landed at both sides, reeking. She just took a bath, how come they still smelt so bad? “Look up slave” she ordered. She was pointing her shrink ray at you, and she fired it, diminishing you until you were as smaller than her toe. Starving, you begged for something to eat and drink since you had nothing since the day before, and her answer was letting out a mocking chuckle, lifting her sweaty foot and trampling you once more, grinding her foot as she managed to glue you again to her sole just by the sheer force of her stomps. She then walked to her chair in front of the table, opened one of it’s drawers, and picked up some duct tape. I didn’t take much to tape you to her sole. The stench was ungodly, it smelled like death itself, her warm foot still sweating gallons and drenching you. Your coughed and retched, gagging from the sheer potency of the putrid stink that emanated from her foot “Comfy? I know you love the scent so I kept my feet out of the bathtub!” she said, scrunching her sole to make sure you would not peel yourself off “This tape is the best of the market, you are not getting out of there until I let you. Now, let me clear how this is gonna be from today onwards. You eat and drink what my foot gives you. You get thirsty? You drink my sweat. You get hungry? You eat the grime, the dirt and the toejam that my foot might provide you. And you better get used to it Worm, because the only reason I’m unsticking you is to tape you to my other sole. You cough? I stomp you senseless. You gag? I stomp you senseless. You dare to disobey one of my orders? I stomp you senseless, put my smelliest boot on, and I stomp you again. Get this engrained in your tiny puny brain: I OWN you. I’m your Goddess and you are my fucking slave. You are below me in every way. My foot, from the moment I get up, gets dirty, it goes into a sock that gets soaked with my sweat and baked in the heat inside my sneaker. My foot is the lowest and dirtiest place for a girl like me. And you, so pathetic, are even lower than that. You are nothing, and you will live and die being nothing but my fucking slave. Now, I’m gonna play with my PC for a bit, so I better feel your tongue lapping away all the sweat and your nose sniffing away all the stench or being taped to my foot is going to be the least or your concerns” she ended, turning her attention to the screen. You cried in anguish for the putrid stench that only seemed to get worse as her warm sole kept pouring sweat all over your body, which earned you a swift stamp, her foot making a wet squelch as she slammed you into the table “And no fucking complaints” you held back your urges to break down into tears and in silence, lapped away the salty liquid to please her, your stomach and lungs crying both from the taste and the stench, because deep down you knew you were gonna serve her forever. You were not going to escape. You were NEVER going to escape.