Mandals

      When I was a freshman in college, I pledged to a frat. For my initiation,

      I was to sneak into the Girl's freshman dorms. My mission was to procure a

      pair of panties, a bra and a pair of sandals from a particular room.

      Although the Girl's dorm entryways were supposed to be locked at night,

      they had a habit of placing a rock or a piece of wood into the door,

      keeping it propped slightly open so they didn't have to bother unlocking

      it to get in. I got in by the same method. The lobby was deserted. I had

      been given the room number of a girl named Gail Wheeler. She was a

      gorgeous dark-haired girl. As it was late at night, I easily walked

      through the hallways and reached her room. The doors were seldom locked.

      Hoping everyone would be sleeping, I opened the door and snuck into the

      room. There were two girls sleeping in bunk beds. I slowly started opening

      dresser doors. As I opened one particular door, there was a hissing sound

      and I was sprayed in the face by a mist. I jumped back, startled. I felt

      extremely disoriented. I thought I was hallucinating because it seemed to

      me that the entire room was getting bigger. At the same time, the two

      girls threw off their covers and stood up. The dark-haired one, who must

      have been Gail, walked over and knelt on one knee in front of me. I was

      terrified. Even kneeling as she was, I didn't stand anywhere close to the

      height of her hip.

      "Didn't find quite what you were after, did you?" she smiled.

      Gail's roommate, Carla, also stood over me.

      "Your magical powers actually work!" Carla said.

      "Was there any doubt?" Gail laughed.

      "And now," Carla said, "we have a nice macho jock reduced to only six

      inches tall and we can do whatever we want with him!"

      "A formerly macho jock!" Gail corrected. "He will learn that real soon!"

      "Please! What have you done to me?" I cried.

      These girls towered ten times my diminutive size. Gail petted me on the

      head like, well, like a pet.

      "Why, I've shrunken you, you silly little man!" she said. "You see, I'm a

      sorceress!"

      She picked me up in her hand.

      "You know," she said to Carla, "This little doll is far too hairy! I like

      my little dolls to be smooth and hairless, just like a real doll!"

      Ignoring my protests, Gail carried me to the bathroom and filled the sink

      with warm water. Then she took a can of Nair from the cabinet. She

      carefully applied it to me from the neck down. Then she put me into the

      warm water and started rubbing. I was soon clean of hair from the neck

      down. I stood on the edge of the sink, feeling totally humiliated.

      "Ah, what's the matter?" she mocked. "Feeling a bit emasculated and more

      like my little doll?"

      "He seems nice and docile now!" Carla laughed.

      Indeed, I was realizing how totally helpless I was.

      "Well," Gail said, "now that we've gotten rid of that ugly, smelly

      body hair- I really think they look so much better without it- we can get

      on with his punishment!"

      "Punishment?" I whimpered.

      "Little boys should be seen and not heard!" Carla said.

      "Yes! She said punished!" Gail said. "Your crime is that you were- and I

      emphasize were- a strutting, arrogant, muscular macho jock who thought you

      could do whatever you wanted to a woman with no consequences!

      Unfortunately, the truth was that, being a star athlete, you could do

      almost anything you wanted and the college would protect you! Luckily, my

      little stud, a couple of guys in your frat don't completely agree with

      that! In fact, they long to serve a woman! When they found out about my

      magical powers, a couple decided to worship me willingly along with those

      who I've enchanted into servitude. They decided to set you up so I could

      cut you down to size! But enough talk!"

      Gail picked me up, easily pulling my arms above my head. She brought my

      hands down to my ankles and held my wrists and ankles in one hand as I

      leaned forward, buttocks in the air.

      "And now to administer the hard spanking you've long deserved!" she said.

      Gail smacked my naked, hairless and wet butt.

      "Eeeeyah!" I screamed. "Stop this!"

      "I want you to say something for me!" Gail smirked. "I want you to tell me

      that you are a naughty little boy and you need a spanking!"

      "Go to hell!" I yelled.

      She smacked me again and I whimpered.

      "You can't win!" Gail laughed. "Nobody except those under my control knows

      that you're here or what has happened to you. We can keep you

      indefinitely. Now I'm just going to keep right on smacking your naughty

      butt until you admit what an asshole jock you are and that you need to be

      punished!"

      If I thought Gail was bluffing, I quickly learned that I was sadly

      mistaken. She must have spanked my ass a hundred times. Then she held me

      under the faucet and drenched me in cold water. As I gasped and blubbered,

      she began again spanking my ass, which was now nice and wet. I cried, I

      sputtered, I begged, but all to no avail. Finally, when my ass was long

      since nice and rosy, hot and burning, I screamed, "I'm an asshole jock and

      I need to be punished!"

      Gail stopped and smiled.

      "Yes! You certainly do, Mr. Macho Jock! And you're about to get it! I am

      going to spank you with ten swats and you are going to count them off and

      thank me!"

      "But I admitted it!" I whined.

      "Yes! I know you did and I know it was very difficult for you to admit

      that you are or were an asshole jock! But now, you'll be punished for it!"

      She then spanked me ten times as I thanked her for each one and counted to

      ten. Then I stood rubbing my sore bottom and trying my best not to cry

      from the pain.

      "There! There!" Gail smiled. "All done for now! So it's time to tuck you

      away for the night! But don't worry, my little toy. We'll have lots more

      fun with you tomorrow."

      "Wh- what do you mean by tucking me away?" I said.

      She walked over to her closet and opened it. She picked up a pair of

      knee-high leather boots. She brought over the right boot and I saw it had

      a loop on the back. She placed the loop around a hook on the wall, about

      five feet off the floor. Then she set me down on her dresser, which seemed

      to be about thirty feet off the floor from my perspective. She slowly,

      sensuously started undressing. I couldn't help but watch in mesmerized

      fascination as she slowly revealed her fantastic body. She laughed at my

      miniscule erection.

      "Normally, you'd just presume I'd be interested in you! You would even try

      to force me into something! But you can't do that now, can you? I'm just

      too much woman for you!"

      I was hot and sweating with desire before she was done. She just picked me

      up and held me over her boot.

      "Here's some good advice!" she said. "Embrace the smell and the feel! They

      are going to be the overwhelming realities of your life for a very long

      time!"

      Then she dropped me and I slid down to the very toe of the leather boot.

      From inside my dark, leather prison, I could hear Gail and Carla talking.

      But it was muffled and I couldn't make out the words. The leather felt

      kind of nice but the smell was giving me a headache. It was clear that

      Gail used these boots frequently and that she consciously chose not to use

      odor eaters. I could only lay there and listen as the women talked and

      laughed about how I would make such a wonderful shoe attachment, whatever

      that meant. Eventually, I fell asleep.

      In the morning, I was jostled awake as the boot was picked up and I was

      dumped out on the floor.

      "Morning, my little slaveboy!" Gail laughed. "Sleep well?"

      As I slowly climbed to my feet, she said, "Today, my cute little man, you

      begin your new lifestyle!"

      She picked up the boot I had slept in.

      "Notice anything unusual about this boot, my little man?"

      "It's hard to tell at this size," I said, "but I think the soles are

      unusually high!"

      "Very good, my little toy!" Gail said.

      She picked up the right boot and pushed a button in the side of the heel.

      Slowly, she worked the sole of the boot loose about halfway up the sole.

      Inside, there was a man-shaped indentation.

      "Be a good boy and climb in there!" Gail said.

      "Please! I'm kind of claustrophobic!" I stammered.

      "That should make it real interesting!" she laughed.

      She picked me up and laid me face up on the sole of the shoe.

      "Put your arms and legs into the proper slots like a good boy!" she said.

      "Don't think about your fears! Think about the fact that you are finally

      where you belong- beneath my feet!"

      She placed the rest of the boot back on top of the sole. It clicked into

      place and I felt like I was in a coffin, unable to move as the weight

      pressed down and sealed me in. There was a little light coming from the

      top of the boot though, although I could not figure out how. I assumed it

      was more magic. I felt the boot moving as Gail put it on. I felt

      tremendous pressure as her weight bore down on me but the sole must have

      been very solid because it only gave enough to hurt but not do any damage.

      Yet I could feel the slight pressure of her toes above me.

      As the hours went on, the intoxicating spell of the shoe and of her toes

      became overwhelming. I couldn't move a muscle. Then the most extraordinary

      thing happened- my miniscule erection sprang to life. I could do nothing

      to satisfy it, of course. But an erotic tingling went through me because

      of the position I was in. She walked here and there. All sounds were

      muffled but I'm sure she attended to her daily routine. Sometime along the

      way, I marveled that I was still able to breathe. When she finally took

      the boot off and released me, the fresh air struck me. I didn't know

      whether to gasp in relief or disappointment.

      "Enjoy your first day as my new shoe attachment?" Gail quipped.

      "Y- yes!" I stammered. "But please! I've learned my lesson! Let me go!"

      "There must be some hidden desire buried deep inside you for you to start

      liking it this much this soon," she said.

      She smirked at my obvious sexual condition.

      "And don't worry," she said. "When the shoe wears out, I'll just toss it

      in the dumpster!"

      A look of terror suddenly crossed my face.

      "Oh no!" she quickly said. "I'll just transfer you to the new shoe! I'm

      not a murderer! I may be a sadist, but it's through sensual teasing. I

      won't cause you pain beyond that! That's not what it's about for me!"

      As I struggled, I realized that my back, arms and legs, buttocks and the

      back of my head could not move from the slot in the shoe sole. It was as

      if I was glued in though I suspected it was more magic.

      "You are my new shoe adornment!" Gail said.

      As the days, weeks and months went by, I discovered I no longer had the

      biological needs to eat, drink or release wastes. I assumed this was more

      magic. I was her shoe attachment- no care required! Most nights, Gail just

      took me off and tossed me into her closet without saying a word. I was

      beneath her in all ways. I began to think of myself as nothing more than a

      part of her shoe and to almost accept my new existence. The erotic musk of

      her feet filled me with desires I could never fulfill. I had gotten into

      the habit of licking her toes everyday as she went about her business. At

      times, it seemed she had completely forgotten that I even existed. But she

      hadn't. In fact, she apparently found the idea of a man serving as her

      shoe to be such a power trip that she decided she had to have a second man

      for her other foot. One day, after months, she waved her hand and I felt

      myself released from the sole of her shoe. She stepped into a sandal. She

      laid me face up on her foot. Straps were locked around my wrists and they

      extended down to the sole of the shoe, just behind her toes. Another strap

      was tied to my right ankle, went around her ankle and then was tied to my

      left ankle. In effect, I was being used as an extension of the straps that

      held the sandal on, tied spread-eagled on her foot. I was right out in the

      open air, staring up at her beauty. Her legs, body and the undersides of

      her breasts all towered above me. I saw that another of the school

      athletes was bound similarly to her left shoe and he was gagged as I was

      and looking at me in silent terror. Then Carla walked into the room and I

      saw that she was similarly attired with sandals held on by restrained and

      shrunken young jocks.

      "A simple spell so people can't see you," Gail laughed, "and we can wear

      you out in public to our heart's content!"

      "You'll like being our shoe ornaments!" Carla said. "It's far more useful

      than what you were before! And, if you don't agree, too bad! You have no

      choice but to be our sandals!"

      "Oh no!" Gail said. "Not our sandals! Our Mandals, dear Carla! Our

      Mandals!"