Media Impact Customs - Downsized For Life 2 - Ama Rio - Feet - Business suite - Shoes - Stomp HD Version

Media Impact Customs - Downsized For Life 2 - Ama Rio - Feet - Business suite - Shoes - Stomp HD Version

As a recruiter for a biotech firm, you noticed my fascination with your perfect feet and decided to exploit it to keep me at the company. You would casually mention your feet during our meetings, hinting at the possibility of me getting to interact with them one day. Little did you know that I had a giantess fetish and humiliation-heavy giantess foot fetish. You also discovered that I had invented a shrink-ray technology, which you planned to use to your advantage. One day, you found out that I had resigned from the company with only one month left on my contract. You immediately suspected the reason for my departure - another recruiter from a competitor had crossed the line and allowed me to shrink myself and get stepped on by her secretary. This enticed me to join the competitor. Determined not to lose out on your huge bonus, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You arrived at my office late at night, wearing your favorite high heels. As you entered, you saw me typing away on my laptop, completely unaware of your arrival. You walked up behind me, towering over my small form and asked if I had been working hard. You then revealed that you knew about my year mark and the reason for my departure. You decided to use what you knew to your advantage. You got very dominant, referring to me as "bug" and telling me that my place was under your feet. You promised to put me in your high heels regularly, wear me like a little pebble underfoot, and tell me that I would be in my happy place as I belonged under your feet. Despite the temptation, I told you that the other offer was for a lot of money. However, you quickly stopped me and revealed that the other recruiter and secretary were planning to let me shrink and take turns stepping on me. You claimed that your feet were way sexier than theirs, and I belonged only under your feet. You continued to humiliate me, pointing out how pathetic my fetish was and how it made me want to be stomped out and stepped on. You told me that if I disappeared, the company would keep the technology, and you wouldn't get your bonus. So, you decided to stomp on me one last time slowly. For the next few minutes, you stepped on me in your high heels, grinding your perfect toes into my flesh. Then, you switched to barefoot stomping, placing your entire foot on my body with a satisfying thud. The camera zoomed in on your feet as they hovered above me, ready to come down again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of being stomped on, you leaned down and stomped on my chest, your heel sinking into my flesh. You paused, looking down at me, and said, "This is what you truly belong to. Under my feet." With that, you slowly lifted your foot and stepped off, leaving me small and helpless beneath you.