Look at you down there in my rug, awaiting my arrival in anticipation of my perfect feet. Worshiping them is the high light of your day, so go ahead.. revel in their perfection as I wiggle them above your tiny head. I know all about your fantasies, tiny one. Your sick morbid fantasies of being squished beneath my perfect feet. The pleasure mixed with pain. Encasing you inside of my panties is the perfect example of bliss for you. Why, you've become so fixated and mesmerized by my giant almighty feet, that you haven't noticed the group of devoted also worshiping. You haven't even noticed the group of devoted which I've shrunk further down to bug size already confined within my hose. Some have wiggled to my toes while others have met their fate squished between my perfect skin and the fabric. You and you're friend are next.