All articles tagged with "Toy Crush"
The mistress worked as a housemaid in a rich household. She usually went early in the morning and came back late in the evening. Her boss was very strict and often overworked her beyond working hours. She decided to get back at him. She looked for his favorite toy that he really cherished and crushed it with her high heels. She did not stop until the toy was crushed into pieces.
Madam Marissa has an architectural firm where she employs architect to build house models for her clients. She had a few orders for house models and assigned her best architects to build the models and submit them to her. When the models were delivered, she was rather disappointed by what she saw. The house models were not up to par with her and her clients expectations. She ultimately decided to destroy the models because they were of no use to her nor her clients. She stomped on them with her boots, crushing and smashing them into tiny pieces.
Madam Marissa got assigned a roommate at the college dorm. She was rather bummed as she wanted the space for only herself. She brainstormed on what to do to the new roommate to make her leave. She realized that her roommate always slept with a plushie by her side and deduced that it was quite sentimental to her. She had a crazy idea and just hopped that it was going to work. She threw it down and trampled on it. Her high heels would make enough damage so she put them on before trampling and crushing the plushie to pieces. When her roommate found out she was heartbroken and decided to leave that dorm.
Madame Marissa was looking at her new pair of earrings, which had been like her lucky charm since she bought it. It had given her the new job that she had, and she had a date, and she needed to put on the earring to get that man. She looked everywhere, but she didn't have any luck so she eventually decides to crush her daughter's dolls houses hoping that it was there, but she didn't have any luck.
Madame Marissa had a lot of time on her hands, and she did not know what to do with it. She tried to read a book, watch a movie or listen to music, but none of it was appealing to her. So she tried a new fetish and she settled on crush fetish. She took out some toys she had around the house, and she crushed them with her ass.
Madame Marissa wanted to try crushing feet, and she felt that she could easily do it as she had the time, and she had the enthusiasm she needed to do it. She did not have a loser to crush so she opted to crush an old smartphone. She threw it on the floor, and she had fun crushing it with her high heels. She did so until she destroyed it completely.
This mistress loves to pass messages with her actions. Today, she wanted to use her crush fetish to do so. That is what she ended up doing, and it was super fun for her. It was more fun than she had anticipated to have. She crushed a toy car with her huge boots, then asked this guy to sit back and internalize what he had seen as he was the next one to be trampled.
This mistress felt that this guy needed to send a message to her and that is why she did what she had to do. The mistress made sure that the guy learned to stop messing with her and that is why she crushed him as painfully as she could. In addition, she smashed the crap out of him before she let him go. She was sure he had gotten the message.
Mistress Anfisa wanted to crush this guy's guitar and she did not care that it was expensive. She had to make sure that she sent him a message that he would not forget any time soon. He was humiliated and he regretted what she did to him but that was not her problem and she destroyed it for him to learn his lesson. He learned the lesson and never forgot it.
Madame Marissa was very angry and she did not want to continue being in that mood. That is why she had to come up with a solution for it. She felt that the best thing to do in those circumstances was to use her crush fetish to do what she wanted. She ended up crushing toys and she was able to control her anger and not take it out on someone who did not deserve it.
