"Mghn..." Mat whimpered as he lay on White's sandal. His tiny body ached and quaked with pleasure - she had a habit of thoroughly using micros that came across her path. She considered him hers, and he considered himself the same. It was a mutual agreement the two had come across when she found him... What made him so special to begin with, he didn't know - but after he told her of his previous lives, she seemed to want him as her pet indefinitely. She had toyed with him for quite some time before deciding his place was upon her sandal.
She wanted to enjoy every little step, to keep his smudge there under her foot until he returned.
Mat watched as her beautiful purple toes slid over his body. His little [REDACTED] was pressed tightly against his stomach as he was situated directly under the pad of her paw as her toes flexed over his insignificant body. They were powerful, it was humbling to be encompassed in such a paw's presence.
The musk was extremely strong, but that's what she wanted for him - She knew everything about what got him going, and took extreme pleasure in drawing him out to his whits end. She could tell she had succeeded in this by how much his body trembled under her paw's skin. Her day had just begun, and he was going to be taken along with her. Slowly she stood up, keeping her weight on the paw he wasn't under. Her balance was superb...
~Presssss~
She teased his tiny body by pressing down on him, feeling the air escape from his lungs and the faint moan he made. He was gone, mentally he was in a place of pure pleasure. Hours upon hours of play did that for you... He wasn't the same as a normal human either, the pleasure he was experiencing now was otherworldly.
~Presssss~
She teased once more, flexing her toes... But she was running out of time. After a little bit more of her play, she decided to take her walk. Her paw lifted, and her first step was slow and drawn out. Mat's legs cracked and snapped under her weight as the pressure rolled forward. He wheezed out in pleasureful pain as his hips were next - Crackling under the weight. The air rushed from his lungs as his body resisted her...
The second step was the last for his little body. He felt his chest burst under her weight as White lifted her heel. She twisted down on him, his little body collapsing under her weight easily in a little crackling splatter. It sent chills up her spine, but she was linked to him quite well - Even though his body had expired, she didn't let his spirit go...
Days... Weeks... At first his body was pasted to the sandals she wore, but slowly it began to wear off onto the ball of her foot. Nearly a month later, White was taking an especially long walk with her little torture pet underpaw. He was done... there wasn't much left of him stuck to the brilliant purple pad of her paw than a smudge of blood, his little torso, and hair. She oh-so loved the little smear she turned him into, how his body melded into the purple of her paw so very well...
But, it was about time to let him travel. She'd see him again... With a little smile, she flexed her toes and allowed him to leave his corpse... Off to another life, it was his payment for the extreme pleasure she would give him.