I work a stressful job during the day and go to grad school at night, dealing with major commutes in all directions. I have very, very little time. And I am right in the middle of finals. For lunch today, I had to go home and get my broken gaming laptop - a really sweet, decked out HP Omen with amazing graphics, power, etc. - instead of having a fun lunchtime, so I could drop it off to be fixed on the way home. If it can be fixed. Last night I had to download and install the new Mac OS on my old laptop - a 7 year old Macbook - because the old operating system was not compatible with the in class essay program..which I will have to download tonight...so I could take my finals this week and next. I did this during the times I would have taken breaks from studying, so my study breaks last night were all taken up with getting my old Mac up to speed instead of gaming, which I normally would do. I researched how much a new hard drive might be for the broken gaming laptop for a few minutes today to get some idea if its is fixable how much it might cost. I will be dropping it off at Geek Squad on the way home from work as I hurry home to study, instead of doing some fun activity on the way home to de-stress myself. The truth is, dealing with this major inconvenience at the worst possible time - right in the middle of finals - that has been dominating my break times - has been giving me more relaxation, more endorphins, and a slight sub-space effect every time I spend time on one of these activities, because of why I have to do it. This reason has had my anxiety melting away. You see...I'm a trample slut...a foot slut...a femdom slut...a pain slut..and I have an (object only!) crush fetish too. And my Mistress stepped on the keyboard of my laptop as it lay on the living room floor, and broke it. To be clear, my expensive gaming laptop - which also is the laptop I have used for my whole last year of grad school - has been walked on by my Mistress since I bought it. Mistress is tall - 5'10", long legs..slim with faint hints of muscularity. And she uses that hot body to torment me in the most delicious of ways. The day I brought my laptop home, before I could open the box, Mistress made me lay the box down on the floor in the middle of the living room. She then stood on the box, full weight, both feet, and flipped me off with middle fingers, smiling at me. She made me take pictures of this event. She made it clear right away she was more important than the computer that I started to treasure the moment I left the store with it. Mistress made it crystal clear that all my love better be for Her, not some silly geek-laptop. And She continued to re-enforce the point. Mistress has stepped on the keyboard of my laptop, full weight, probably at least once a week or every other week since the end of August of last year. This being the beginning of May, would make it 8 or nine months that Mistress has been stepping on the keyboard, full weight, in stride as she walked across my expensive gaming and school laptop as it was on the floor with me doing work for school on it usually. Mistress has walked across it in shoes, usually with a soft sole like a moccasin or a ballet flat. This usually left dirty footprints on my keyboard as she stepped on it in stride, full weight. She has stepped on it plenty of times barefoot, leaving a faint footprint - probably from her foot-sweat as she stepped on it, walking across it, with all her weight crushing down on it. A couple notable events on the road to it finally breaking have stuck out. The first time she stepped on it I was sitting on the bedroom floor, which is carpeted, working on it. Mistress had been talking about stepping on it for a couple weeks if I was on the floor spread out working. Mistress has the habit of stepping on my work - my papers and reports and other stuff for work or school - as she walks by. This time, she walked up to it and put the toe of her bare foot right next to it, touching its side. She was looking down on me. We are a safe, sane, consensual couple, so she looked for some clear message of consent. It was one of those moments...the truly delicious ones in BDSM. A moment when you want to experience something, yet are afraid to. A moment when you are willing to accept the consequences and know what they could be, yet part of you doesn't. And a whole other part of you is begging to feel the consequences rush over you like a cleansing fire removing all anxiety and worry and entering a world of pure, sub-space bliss. So there she stood, her toe...with expensive red toe-nail polish that I had painted her toenails with a few days before...touching the side of my new favorite thing, making sure I would consent to her literally walking on it and risking her breaking it. I nodded yes and uttered a pained, moaning.."please"..and then it happennd. She lifted long bare foot, at the end of her long super-model legs, and hung her foot in the air slowly and then stepped directly in the middle of the keyboard and pressed down with her weight, eventually having her other foot leave the ground, the full weight of her gorgeous body now pressing down on my fragile thing..my property...my thing to help me work...my new favorite toy. And it bowed in the middle and made a scary little sound because the carpet didn't provide a completely flat surface. Mistress stepped to the other side of it, turned around, and before I could even react and beg her no..not that I wanted to..but part of me wanted to..but it was restrained by the subby masochist in me.. Mistress stepped on it again, full-weight again, but this time in a more confident stride as she had found her footing....her footing on my gaming laptop...and knew what it felt like. Like when you walk on a different ground or gradient. She know what it felt like and strode across my almost brand new and prized possession like she was walking to the store. The laptop bowed in again, its plastic making a little cracking sound, even though on thorough inspection later I couldn't find a crack. Mistress turned around and smugly mocked me over her shoulder and said, "That's my floor now" and walked off. I was so turned on and scared at the same time it was amazing. We had spectacular sex later that night, her reminding me she stepped on my precious laptop because its nothing to her at different parts of the act. Mistress continued to step on my laptop as it got in her path for a few months here and there...maybe three or four times. I was careful when She was coming by to make sure it was on a level surface to minimize damage. But that didn't minimize the delicious and pointed damage to my ego, the humiliating act of the Woman you love walking all over something you value for fun. I took pictures of the footprints she made and cooed over them when I was away from Mistress. Then the scariest crush occurred. I was sitting on the floor with my back to the couch, working with my laptop on my lap. Wearing old beat-up ballet flats, Mistress stepped on and UP ON my laptop, crushing it into and between my crossed legs...and crushing me underneath it as well! Then she turned around and walked on it the other way going back to her previous seat on the other side of me. This time when she stepped up on it there was a loud CRACK. It was scary and exciting at the same time. My face grew flush with blood, as did other things. Then Mistress laughed out loud and, giggling, looked at me and said THAT WAS LOUD, there is no TELLING what damage has been done to that thing! I was so aroused I thought I would explode right there. And there was damage done. The laptop would never close straight afterwards so when I opened it, I had to push the lid to one side a little or there was an audible little crack sound, like something had tension on it and skipped. And when it made that sound and the screen jumped a little, it was scary (and hot). And the trampling of my precious laptop continued on and off for months. There was one time that it made a whirring sound and I swear it was going to break, but it was fine. I had long since backed up in real time all my work to the cloud. The sane part in safe sane consensual being acted one. And it finally broke yesterday. Mistress was simply casually walking across the room. She had stepped on it earlier in the day, and I thought nothing of Her coming for it this time. I was sprawled out on the floor studying for finals. And it happened. She strode across it and it started making a weird sound like a car whose fan was hitting something. And then I couldn't change screens. And the pixels went away. And it could no longer find its hard drive. The hard drive to my expensive gaming and grad school laptop that was crushed under a careless and meaningless step as She walked across the room.