Sanjana Post Workout by Anon8495

Sanjana Post-Practice
By Anon8495



Sanjana walked in the door of her studio apartment wearing a loose fitting tank top with a slightly exposed sports bra underneath, a pair of sliding shorts that hugged her athletic thighs, and her favorite pair of trainers with a pair of knee high black socks. Having just finished with softball practice on a rather warm Saturday in June Sanjana was hot, sweaty, and ready to unwind with the assistance of her little “friends”.

“Bugs” Sanjana called out “ Come give your mistress a proper greeting.” And within moments she was met by a tiny crowd of dozens of naked people no taller than an inch prostrate before her. “Lick” she bluntly stated, presenting the toe of her dusty sneaker with her arms crossed and a contemptuous scowl on her face. Sanjana looked down her nose watching as her slaves set to dragging their tongues across her sneakers. Flexing her long powerful toes idly inside her sneakers, she quickly grew tired of the situation and without warning began walking towards the couch, casually trotting upon a few people along the way. Instantly her slaves followed.

Sanjana dropped her tired body onto the couch and made herself comfortable. With her hands behind her head, her legs spread wide, and her feet resting on their heels she stated “ You insects should know what I expect by now. I’m tired, I’m sweaty. Worship my fucking feet.” At that she began to pry one shoe off with the toe of her other. Popping her heel out of it’s prison Sanjana caught a whiff of her own feminine musk. “ Hmm, you smell that? That’s what hard work smells like. I know you little perverts love it.” The crowd looked up in awe as Sanjana casually dangled her giant sneaker above them for a moment. Although many of them have been in a similar situation before, the sheer size and power of the athletic and beautiful woman that lorded over them never failed to amaze. Her musk washed over them as they stared up at the exposed heel of her socked foot. When suddenly Sanjana decided to tilt her foot and release the giant sneaker crushing a few people and causing the rest to scatter. “Idiots” Sanjana mumbled. “Get back over here before I stand up and stomp you all flat.” Instantly the still sizeable crowd regrouped before Sanjana as she pulled off her second sneaker. She placed her sweaty socked feet flat on the ground on both sides of the tiny crowd, leaned over them with her arms on her knees, and looked down with a smug satisfied grin. She loved the power she held over these pitiful people. Some of them were people she had gone to school with, others were ex-boyfriends and girlfriends, while others were people who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Regardless of their backgrounds they were all just her little playthings now. Snapping back to the reality before her, Sanjana pursed her lips and let loose a glob of saliva that went crashing into the tiny crowd. With a slight chuckle she leaned back, peeled off her sweaty black socks, and presented her moist bare soles to the tiny crowd that was still struggling in her pool of spit. “Worship your goddess, insects. You ought to be grateful I keep you around to serve my beautiful feet.” The remaining slaves fought their way out their wet and sticky prison and hastily approached Sanjana’s awaiting soles. “Make sure you get all that shit out from between my toes. These socks always leave a lot of lint in there. I think I may have left a few of your buddies in there before I left this morning too.” Without hesitation the slaves began climbing and crawling into every part of her feet, licking her sweaty skin as to please their goddess. Sanjana reclined, flexing her toes and stretching her tired feet uncaring of the slaves she may crush. The slaves crawled in between her toes using their mouths to clean the lint and remnants of their comrades as their goddess demanded. Others made their way on top of her foot where they tongue bathed her beautiful brown skin until it shined. While the rest found themselves beneath her towering, wrinkled sole. Licking the grime and sweat that their athletic goddess had accumulated throughout her practice.

Exhaustion set in as Sanjana removed her sweaty tank top and began to doze off. Lazily, she reached down and picked a handful of men and women from between her toes, brought them up to her face in the palm of her hand and asked them. “Do you enjoy worshiping your goddess’ feet?” she asked her slaves. “Yes” the slaves proclaimed, bowing down and kissing the palm of their goddess’ hand in which they were held. “Good.” Was Sanjana’s reply as she unceremoniously opened the elastic of her slick sliding shorts and dumped her willing slaves inside. With a snap she released the elastic, leaned back, put her arms behind her head, stretched her legs out, crossed her ankles, and proceeded to fall asleep as her slaves continued their worship.

About an hour later Sanjana woke up from her nap in a groggy daze. “I need a shower”, she thought to herself before yawning and stretching. Finally she stood up only to feel something cool and wet on her sole. Observing her sole she realized that she stepped in a small puddle of spit that was tinted a slight pink. “Gross” she mumbles while rubbing her tired eyes. She wiggled her toes feeling the remnants of the slaves that had been crushed as she clenched them in her sleep. Scratching her head, She started heading towards the bathroom when she felt a slight tickle in her shorts. Curious, Sanjana stretched her waste band open, took a look, remembered, then continued on her way to the bathroom with a devilish smirk on her face.