Kneel, little one… and look up.
I am Goddess Ruth Bell Crush — your Cornish Queen, your towering nightmare, your most addictive addiction. Standing tall, curves that could crush empires, and a gaze that strips you bare before my perfect heels even touch the ground. I was born to rule, and you? You were born to serve beneath me.
I delight in the art of domination — whether it’s grinding insignificant bugs into nothing beneath my merciless soles, turning weak men into trembling paypigs with a single teasing smile, or simply allowing you the privilege of worshipping from the floor where you belong. My size-fetish fantasies tower over you: imagine cities crumbling under my steps, your entire existence reduced to a speck begging for mercy I rarely grant.
Financial domination is my favorite game. Your wallet opens so sweetly when I snap my fingers… or when I dangle one delicious, stocking-clad foot just out of reach. Every tribute makes me wetter, every sacrifice makes you smaller, more pathetic, more mine. Send, simp, and thank me for the honor of being drained.
My feet? Divine. Cruel. Irresistible. Whether they’re freshly pedicured and silky, or deliciously filthy after a long day of stomping out your dignity — they own your thoughts, your urges, your bank account. Lick the screen if you must, but know the real thing costs far more than your dignity.
I create custom & premade videos that will haunt your weakest moments: crush content that makes your pulse race, giantess roleplay that shrinks you to nothing, findom tasks that leave you aching and obedient. Worn items? Oh yes… my sweaty socks, my well-used heels, my scent-marked stockings — trophies for the truly devoted subs who prove themselves worthy.
But listen closely, pet:
I am not kind. I am not gentle. I laugh at your begging, smirk at your desperation, and reward obedience with the sweetest cruelty. You exist for my amusement, my pleasure, my power. Disobey? You’ll be ignored. Serve perfectly? You might — just might — earn a fleeting crumb of my attention.
So crawl closer, tribute in hand, eyes lowered… Your Goddess is waiting.
Ready to be crushed?
Bow. Send. Worship.