My Tale…

by Gwarrior07


It all started in the summer of 2000. I was single
and desperately seeking a girlfriend. My best friend
was involved in a serious relationship and he wanted
me to get involved in a relationship too. Twice before
he had introduced me to different girls, and both
times the evening ended in disaster. So when he told
me that I was going to go out with him, his
girlfriend, and her best friend, I was very skeptical.
I thought the night was just going to be another
‘setup’ that goes nowhere. But as write this, I wish I
had been right.
Her name was Heather. She had red hair, green eyes,
and a petite body with all the right curves. We hit it
off instantly. Heather had a great sense of humor and
was super easy to talk to. She was very intelligent
and extremely beautiful! It was a fantastic night. I
immediately began to think that she would be the one!
The next evening, I made the most fatal mistake of my
life! I decided to visit Heather at her work and ask
her out. Heather was thrilled to see me! We talked for
a while and eventually made a date. The first date
became a second date and so on. Eventually we became a
couple and started to see each other all the time. The
only problem with Heather was that she believed she
was a feminist and therefore did not want to ‘make
out’ or mess around. This bothered me because I was a
horny 20-year old kid, but I thought that I loved her
so much that I simply ignored it. I should have known.
The first six weeks we dated things went great! We
went to museums, the movies, the zoo, on carriage
rides… we did everything two people under the age of
21 could do together. Everyday I saw her I fell more
in love with her. Finally I decided to tell Heather
about my little dark secret, my foot fetish. I told
Heather about my fetish and she looked disgusted. She
informed me that she was the wrong girl to be going
out with if I was into ‘that kinda stuff’. Heather
told me that I would 'never get near her feet'. I was
crushed, but I loved her so much that I chose to
ignore it.   
The next three weeks was really tough on our
relationship. The fact that she would not kiss me and
could not except my fetish put a tremendous strain on
our relationship. Eventually September came around and
Heather returned to school in Washington D.C. We kept
in touch but I needed to see her, be with her. I began
to pressure her to let me visit. Heather finally gave
in and told me to come down for the entire weekend. I
was so happy! I was going to see the girl I loved and
be with her for a whole weekend. I was convinced that
the time apart would help heal our relationship. If
only I had not gone to see her, I would be a man
today, not a bug. If only …  

Finally the day came when I was to visit Heather. I
rode the train for the three hour trip from Philly to
Washington DC.  If I would have known that this was
going to be my last three hours as a normal human I
would have done something better then just listen to a
few CD’s and read the ‘sports’ section.
Well, when I finally got to Washington D.C. I found
Heather sitting in the train station waiting for me.
She greeted me with a slight smile and a ‘follow me’.
I was so happy to see her that I ignored the rather
cold reception I received. When we got back to her
room I was informed that I was going to be attending a
party with her friends that night.  She then proceeded
to tell me that I was also going to meet her best
friend in Washington, Iia. I told her that I looked
forward to meeting her friend. Heather shook her head
told me that I should NOT look forward to meeting her.
She explained to me that Iia hated ALL men, especially
ones that pressured girls into doing things they
didn’t want to do. I just looked at Heather as she
smirked back at me.
After I unpacked my few possessions, I prepared myself
to meet Iia. I didn’t have to wait long. Iia showed up
about an hour before we were to leave for the party.
Iia was a young oriental woman about two years older
than me (22). She was pretty much an average girl.
Nothing special about her except the way she looked at
me. She had a scary look in her eyes, the kind that
peers through you. Something about her made me
extremely uncomfortable.
I foolishly ignored my feelings and approached Iia to
say ‘Hi’. She looked at me and asked Heather if ‘He
was the asshole?’ Heather said ‘Yeah’ and laughed. Iia
looked at me for a second then replied to Heather.
“He’s cute, but still an asshole.”
For the next hour, I sat quietly and listened to
Heather and Iia gossip about everybody they knew while
insuring to get their shots in on me. They both felt
the need to point out every fault I had, physical and
socially. Needless to say, by the time I made it to
the party I was fuming! I was so pissed at Heather and
her bitch friend Iia that I could have killed someone.
I should have gone home then and there, but I was just
too stupid! Anyway, I got to the party and decided to
drink myself calm before I said or did something I
would regret. Five beers, two ciders, and a rum and
coke later I was leaving the party with Heather.
Heather didn’t say a word to me the whole way back to
her apartment. When we got into her apartment, I
confronted Heather about what her and Iia were saying
about me. Heather told me that they were only speaking
the truth and that I was a petty, selfish, lazy little
man. I told her that she was crazy and that I wished I
had never come down to visit her. She just looked at
me and left the room slamming the door behind her. I,
too drunk to chase her or to even care, flopped onto
the bed and passed out.
When I awoke the next morning my life was changed
forever.  I found myself on a cold, hard surface. I
sprung up to notice that I was in a giant room! It
looked just like Heather’s kitchen! I sat paralyzed
with fear. What had happened to me?!? I was to soon
find out. Seconds after I woke up Heather walked into
the kitchen. She must have been 200 feet tall!! I was
horrified. My heart raced as Heather bent over to look
at me with a huge smile on her face. Her eyes, each
the size of huge beach balls, looked me over with
chilling thoroughness. She then said.
“Morning Ed. Glad to see ya awake and ready for the
rest of your little life!”
I’ll never forget those words.

The life that I had lead for twenty years was now
over. I was now two and half inches tall. Nothing,
NOTHING could have prepared me for what was to come. 
After greeting me, Heather prepared herself breakfast
acting as if nothing was wrong. She took some eggs,
butter, and orange juice out of the refrigerator. She
completely ignored me. I sat on the counter,
motionless, still in shock from what was happening to
me. Heather started to cook her eggs when she paused.
“You know,” Heather said to me, “these eggs seem so
plain. I think I need to add something to them…” Her
eyes turned on me, “maybe some meat!”
My heart stopped as Heather eyed me up with a wicked
smile on her face. She scrambled her eggs a bit then
continued.
“Yes, it defiantly needs some meat.”
Before I could act Heather grabbed me and placed me on
her cutting board. Holding me with her left hand,
Heather reached into a drawer. I struggled in vain to
escape her grasp as I watched her pull a knife out of
the drawer.
“I think I’ll just chop you up into little bits and
add you to my eggs.”
Heather held the knife over my little body for a brief
moment. Tears began to flow from my eyes as I waited
to die. Fortunately, Heather had other plans. She put
the knife down and released me from her grasp.
“Did you think I was going to chop you up and cook
you?!?” Heather said as she was starting to chuckle.
“I want you to be alive when I put you into my mouth
and eat you!!”
This time I attempted to run but I didn’t get far.
Heather just laughed as she again grabbed me in her
clutches. She squeezed me in her fist as she lifted me
towards her face. The pain of her crushing me in her
hand blocked out the horror I was experiencing. Slowly
Heather opened up her fist. I found myself sitting in
her soft hand, staring eye to eye with her. Heather’s
hand was easily twice the size of me. Her face, her
beautiful face, glimmered as she began to giggle.
“Are you ready to be a part of me forever?”
Heather’s mouth began to open. First I saw her perfect
white teeth. As her mouth opened wider I was able to
see her tongue. Heather slowly began to move me
towards her mouth. She wiggled her tongue to tease me.
As I got closer, I could feel the hot, moist air from
her breath. All I could see now was the blackness of
her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. Heather was really
going to eat me. I was frozen with fear. I began to
pass under her teeth, expecting to be chewed up into
tiny pieces when her phone began to ring. Heather
paused, allowing me time to stare at her white teeth
above me and her tongue below me, then she began to
move me away from her mouth.
“Damn! I hate being interrupted while I’m eating!”
Heather growled as she placed me on her kitchen table
and headed for the phone.
Heather picked up the phone and began to talk.
“Hello… Oh, Iia! How you been girl?!”
While Heather talked on the phone I quickly looked
around at my surroundings. I found myself on her table
with no escape. It was too high for me to jump and
there was nothing to climb down to the floor on. I had
no choice but to wait for Heather to finish her
conversation so that she could eat me!
Heather continued her conversation with Iia.
“… Really? … Oh, I was just having a snack… Ed… Yeah,
I shrunk him last night… I’m going to eat him… No… You
what?! … Well, I guess so… What do you what him for? …
Ok … OK (giggling) … Sure! … I’ll hold him for you….
See ya in a bit!”
Heather hung up the phone then looked at me with a
huge smile.
“Guess what you little sh*t! I’m not going to eat you
after all! Iia wants you! She’s coming over to take
you to her place! She’s going to make your little life
a living Hell!!”
Heather continued to laugh as she finished cooking her
eggs.
She sat down in front of me and slowly ate her
breakfast. She chewed every bite slowly, as if she was
teasing me with her mouth. I just remained still and
waited for Iia, I did not have to wait long.
Iia came into Heather’s room with a huge grin on her
face. The two girls hugged each other and headed
towards me. Iia spoke to Heather.
“So, where’s the little asshole?”
“On the table.” replied Heather.
Iia walked over to me and bent down to look at me more
closely. Her eyes stared right through me. Her evil
grin sent chills down my spin. She smirked and spoke
to me in a cold, seductive voice.
“Are you ready to serve your new Goddess my little
footboy?”
Before I could comprehend what Iia said she grabbed me
such force that she rendered me unconscious.

When I woke up again I found myself lying on the
floor. Still disorientated from the blow of Iia’s
hand, I thought that I had been dreaming the whole
experience. Words cannot begin to explain the sick
feeling I got when I heard Iia’s callous voice calling
me and I realized my nightmare was just beginning.
Iia was sitting in the chair at her desk when she
apparently saw me wake up.
“I thought you were dead. I was kinda hoping you would
be alive so that I could kill you when I finished with
you!”
Iia smiled at me for a second then began to take her
socks off.
“I think your ready to start serving me.” Iia said as
she pulled her second sock off.
“Get over here and begin worshipping your new
Goddess.”
I didn’t know what to do. I remained motionless as I
tried to understand what Iia meant.
As I stood still I could see Iia’s facial expressions
change and her smile vanish
“You stupid sh*t! Get over here and start worshipping
me before I crush you!!”
This time I reacted immediately. I ran over to Iia and
stopped in front of her to await further orders. Iia
simply looked at me and then turned around in her
chair, crossed her ankles, and presented her bare
soles to me. It did not take me long to realize what I
was supposed to do. I walked over to Iia’s bare feet
and prepared to worship them!
Each foot was at least four times my height and over
one and half times my width! Iia had the largest and
smelliest feet I have every seen! Each foot reeked of
sweat and old shoes! Her feet were not pleasant to
look at either! Although they were well formed, her
soles were rough and had several calluses. My life may
have been better if Heather had just eaten me!
Not wanting to upset Iia, I dove into my ‘new job’. I
walked up to her massive foot and began to pepper it
with kisses and licks. With each lick I scrapped my
tongue on her rough skin. Her feet left an
overwhelming salty, bitter like taste in my mouth that
made me ill. To add to the chore of worshipping her
feet was their horrible smell. The smell of sweat
overpowered my nasal passages and made me dizzy and
very light headed. I don’t know how I did it but I
somehow managed to lick and kiss her feet for over an
hour as she worked on her homework.
When Iia finished her work she uncrossed her ankles. I
was still kissing her feet when she did this and was
knocked to the ground. She then got up from the chair
and proceeded to put her work away. I quickly got up
and moved away from her so that she wouldn’t step on
me. Once she had finished, she walked passed me and
headed for her kitchen. When she reappeared, she had a
piece of bread and a small bowl of water. She placed
them by me and said, “This is your food and water for
the week. Don’t fill yourself up too soon (giggle).”
She started to walk away when she stopped and kneeled
down to speak to me again.
“I almost forgot. Since your living with me you should
know that if you get in the way of my feet, they will
C R U S H you. I own you now Ed! You live only because
it amuses me. Once I tire of you you’ll either become
my lunch or a small stain on the bottom of my foot. So
when you lick and kiss my feet, please, enjoy it. It’s
the only meaning your life has now.”
She smirked at me, got up, and began to prepare
herself for bed. I looked at the bread and water that
she had left me but I had no appetite. I lost it when
I lost my life.

That night I slept on the floor in front of her night
table. Iia told me that I had to sleep in the open in
case she ‘needed’ me. I knew she was lying to me but
what was I to do? She was over 200 feet tall!!
Fortunately I didn’t sleep too well that night.
I guess I dozed off at about five or six in the
morning because I remember seeing the sun begin to
rise. I probably slept for about two or three hours
before I woke up. After several more futile attempts
to sleep I ended up just lying on the floor, trying to
fully wake up. As I lied there I heard Iia start to
move. I thought little of it until she through her
covers off of her and hoped out of bed. Iia stood
about five feet from me in only her t-shirt and
underwear. She stretched and let out a huge yawn. Then
she started walking right towards me! I saw huge
mammoth feet take one step then another before I
realized that she was going to step on me! I quickly
got up and dove out of Iia’s path. Her foot crashed
down right on the spot where I was sleeping. I took a
long look at her foot. It could easily crush me and
she’d barely feel anything!
Iia walked into the kitchen. She grabbed herself a
glass of milk and headed back towards me. This time I
was watching her feet the entire time. I could see the
sole of each foot as she picked it up and placed it
down with each step. Once again Iia headed straight
towards me! This time she seemed to be walking faster.
At first I started to run but she quickly caught up
with me. I turned around to see her left foot lifting
up over my head! I quickly ran to where her foot had
just been! I ran under her foot as she was bringing
back onto the floor. Her heel missed me by less than
an inch.
My heart was racing and sweat poured down my head. Iia
sat down on her bed and turned the TV on. She acted as
if nothing had happened. I sat on the floor and
attempted to regain my composure when Iia yelled to
me, “Why haven’t you kissed your Goddess ‘good
morning’? Are you being defiant or are you just
stupid?!?”
I quickly ran over to her feet and began to place
passionate kisses on them. Iia said nothing as she
continued to watch TV.
After kissing her feet for a half an hour, Iia bent
over and picked me up. She held me in the palm of her
hand and stared at me. Although I had been small for
the last three days, I was still terrified! A smile
appeared on Iia’s face.
“Every wonder what life is like for a dildo? Let’s
find out!” 
Iia closed her hand around me and slowly began to
move me down. I struggled and fought with everything I
had but to no avail. Iia slowly began to open her hand
and I saw it. She had taken off her underwear and was
moving me towards her vagina! I again tried to escape
but was no match for Iia. She just laughed as she
moved me closer to her womanhood! I was helpless to
stop her. I closed my eyes. I thought that this was
going to be the end! The air started to grow warmer.
Suddenly I felt hair then wet skin. Before I knew I
was thrust into Iia’s vagina! I couldn’t breathe! My
body was being thrust in and out of her. I was
becoming sick and dizzy from the lack of air. My body
felt like it was being smashed into a wall each time
Iia plunged me into herself! I felt wet and sticky all
over. With each thrust Iia grew wetter and her muscles
applied more and more pressure on me. The lack of air
and the increasing pressure of her contracting muscles
became too much for me after only two minutes! The
last thing I remember was Iia’s moaning as she thrust
me into to her one last time.

Once again I found myself waking up someplace new.
This time I had no idea were I was. I was still sticky
and salty from my dildo experience the night before.
My head hurt and my body ached. I looked around and
saw nothing but blackness except for the light that
came from behind me. I seemed to be in a cave, but the
cave smelled like leather and sweaty feet! As I
gathered my thoughts together I began to realize where
I was. I was in a pair of shoes! I quickly got to my
feet and started towards the light. When I got to the
opening of the shoe I grabbed onto the side and began
to pull myself up. I was half way out when I was
greeted by my demon, Iia. I fell back into the shoe as
Iia started to speak to me.
“Your still alive! I thought my big bad pu**y killed
you!” Iia said laughing! “You didn’t last too long. I
didn’t think you could satisfy a girl like me with
your little dick! (giggle) I was going to wear you out
today. I figured your funeral should include my foot
crushing your little body!” Iia laughed more as she
continued. “Well, enough talk. I have to go to class.
Bye bye.”
Iia backed up and placed her stocking foot into the
shoe to my left, the other shoe! Fear once again
gripped my body. I flung myself to the side of Iia’s
shoe and franticly tried to climb out of it. As I did
this I could see Iia’s right stocking foot leave the
ground a head towards me! I continued to fight for my
freedom and my life. Iia’s foot was now over my head
and being to enter the shoe. I pulled myself half way
out as she brought her foot into the shoe. Sensing my
impending doom, I through myself off the side of her
shoe and onto the floor just as she slid the rest of
her foot into the shoe.
I laid on the floor bruised and shaken from my fall.
Iia chuckled and headed for her closet. She opened it
up and pulled out a pair of flats. She then tossed
them at me. I quickly rolled out of the way as they
landed on the floor next to me.
“You’ll clean these while I’m at class. Use your
water if your tongue gets dry. I want them shining or
else my next little foot slave will have to clean YOU
off of them!”
Iia shut her closet door and left for her class. As
soon as she left I ran to the door and began to search
for a way out. Her door was fitted perfectly to its
frame. This left me with no crack or crease to crawl
through. I punched the door and started to cry. Was my
life to revolve around Iia’s feet forever? Was I to be
a slave to her until she killed me? I didn’t know what
to do. But I did know that if I wanted to see
tomorrow, I would have to clean those shoes!
I began licking the outside of Iia’s shoe to ‘make it
shine’. The shoe tasted like… well a shoe! I laugh now
but it was terrible. My tongue was swollen and kept
drying out. I was continuously drinking water to keep
my mouth moist.
After about an hour and a half of licking the outside
of her shoes, I started on the insides. As I climbed
into the shoe I could smell the odor that I’ll Never
forget, the smell of sweaty feet and leather insoles,
the smell of Iia’s feet! I didn’t want to climb into
the shoe but I knew that I had to clean the insides as
well. I caught a few last breaths of fresh air then
jumped into her shoe. The smell immediately
overwhelmed me! My stomach became ill and the air
became musty as I walked to the toe section of her
shoe. Once I reached it I got onto my hands and knees
and began to lick! The taste of old leather on my
tongue was overwhelmed by the sweat and dry skin of
Iia’s foot. I thought I was going to throw up, but I
continued.
I licked the entire insole clean in an hour. I
struggled out of the shoe and decided to take a break
before I entered the second shoe. I hate to say it but
I think that I was kinda looking forward to licking
the other shoe. I don’t know why, maybe it was a sick
form of reverse psychology or maybe it was my foot
fetish, but I was growing to like the taste of Iia’s
sweaty feet. I entered her second shoe and got down to
the licking.
I was almost done the second shoe when Iia came home
from class.
“You done yet?” Iia yelled as she put her books on
her desk.
She walked over to the shoes and looked at them.
“My. You did a fine job. My feet can’t wait to try
these cleans shoes on again!”
Hearing Iia’s words I scrambled to the back of her
shoe and started to climb out. Iia laughed as she
watched me struggle out of her shoe and onto the
floor.
“Silly man. I won’t crush after you did such a great
job on my shoes! I have ten more pairs for you to
clean. Then I may step on you, but not until then!”
Iia walked away laughing.
As I write this, I wish that she had stepped on me
then. At least my pain would be over.

My fourth day with Iia began with me passionately
kissing her feet in a show of ‘Love’ for my goddess.
After kissing her feet while she ate breakfast Iia got
up from the table and headed towards my food and
water. She bent down and picked up the small piece of
beard I was given to live on.
“You know, I think I’ve been too nice to you. Look at
this! A whole piece of bread! I’ll just take half of
this and leave you a piece more suitable to your new
position in life!”
 Iia laughed as she took half of my beard away. I just
watched, helpless to stop her. For no reason and
without no warning, Iia took away half of the food I
was given to live on. I knew then and there that one
way or another Iia wanted me to die! And in the mean
time she wanted to see me humiliated! 
Iia apparently had no classes this day because I was
ordered to continue to lick her soles as she watched
TV. For nearly an hour I licked Iia’s bare soles as
she sat on the floor. My tongue grew numb and dry as I
licked her rough soles. After her show was over, Iia
took another pair of shoes out of her closet and told
me to clean them. Sadly, I was rather happy to be able
to smell her feet again and taste the sweat and dry
skin from inside her shoes, but at the same time my
tongue was raw from licking her feet for an hour.
However, I had no choice, so I proceeded to lick her
shoes clean. The more I think about it the more I feel
sick to my stomach. To think that in only four days I
had grown to love the feet that were ruling my life!
 As I licked her shoes clean, Iia clipped and filed
her feet. I remember thinking that it was odd that Iia
carefully collected all of her clippings. I thought
nothing of it then, but now…  After I finished licking
her shoes I ran over to Iia and began to kiss her feet
to show her that I was done. Iia seemed amused by this
jester and started to laugh.
“Good little slave.” Iia said to me. “I think was a
little tough on you this morning. To be a good foot
slave you need to be healthy. So I decided to give you
some of your food back.”
I felt so happy. I thought I was going to slowly
starve to death. Then I saw Iia reach for her foot
clipping with a sinister smile on her face.
“Here you go (giggle)! Fresh from my feet!” Iia could
barley talk she was laughing so hard, “This should
make you a strong foot slave!!” Iia yelled as she fell
back in her chair in laughter.
 I stared at her foot clippings in disguise. No way
was I going to eat this!! Iia regained control of
herself and got up from her chair. I quickly dove out
of the way as her huge feet crashed down on the floor
next to me. I watched as Iia picked up her foot
clippings and replaced my last piece of bread with
them!
“I spent a long time preparing this for you! Several
days of not washing my feet just to achieve the proper
taste (giggle)! Please, tell me how you enjoy them!”
Iia left the room, laughing the entire time. I stared
at her clippings. I was so hungry. All day I was
worshipping her feet so I hadn’t eaten anything. I had
no choice. Really! I did what I had to do! I walked
over to the plate and picked up a small piece of her
toenail. I stared at it for a moment, then, closing my
eyes, I bit into it. That bite officially marked the
end of my human life and the beginning of my life as a
foot slave!

For the next week or so I lived my life solely for
Iia’s feet! I woke up in the morning and kissed her
feet while she ate breakfast. I cleaned her shoes with
my tongue while she was at class. I licked her feet as
she did homework or watched TV. I painted her toenails
whenever she wanted to go out. I even ate her foot
clippings in order to survive!! My entire life
revolved around her feet! 
By my fourteenth day with Iia I had given up all hope
of ever returning to my normal life. I remember
cleaning her shoes in the middle of the floor when the
doorbell rang. Iia got up from her chair and answered
the door. The person at Iia’s door was Heather!
Heather, the woman that shrunk me and wanted to eat
me. Heather, the bitch that ruined my life!! Heather,
the woman that I loved.
         Heather gave Iia a big kiss and asked her how
she was. Their small talk was interrupted when Heather
saw me on the floor.
“Oh my god! You still have him!” Heather cried out.
“Yeah, he’s so much fun to have.” Replied Iia.
Heather walked over to me and kneeled down to look at
me closer.
“I thought you would have stomped on him by now.”
Iia walked towards me in her white socks. “I try but
the little sh*t is too quick!”
As she spoke, Iia picked up her foot and brought it
over my head. I looked up at the stocking foot that
loomed over me. I never really looked at her foot over
my head like this before. I was mesmerized by it. Iia
slowly began to bring her foot down on top of me. I
stared at her foot like a deer caught in headlights.
Only the sound of Heather giggling broke my trance. I
quickly leaped to the left of her foot and ran as hard
as I could. Iia and Heather were laughing so hard that
Iia almost fell over.
“Did you see him run!! That was so great!” Heather
yelled.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet” Replied Iia.
Iia then sat in her chair and took her socks off. I
knew that I had to lick her feet whenever she sat in
her chair so I ran over to her feet and started to
lick her bare soles. Heather began to laugh so hard
that she started to cry!
“You really did make him a foot slave! What’s it
like?”
Iia smiled and said, “Kick those shoes off and lose
the socks and you can find out.”
My heart stopped. Every since I meet Heather I wanted
to just touch her feet once. Now I might be able to
worship them! This was a dream come true, but at the
same time it was another chapter in the sad life that
I was now leading. I watched intently as Heather
thought about it. It was only a few moments, but it
seemed to take forever. Then a smile crossed her face
and I watched as she untied her shoes. I just stared
at her as she pulled each shoe off. Again she
hesitated, and then she slowly began to remove her
socks to reveal the treasures that lied beneath them.
I was so hard that I thought I would explode! Heather
stood up and sat in the chair next to Iia.
“Are you waiting for an invitation!” Iia yelled. “Lick
my guests feet!!”
I ran over to Heather’s feet. They were so beautiful.
Her soles were so soft and tender. Her toes long and
sleek. Every inch of her foot was delicious! I
approached her gorgeous feet and could smell a slight
odor. Not like Iia’s smell,  but a pleasant smell.
They smelled like perfect sweat! I leaned towards her
feet to start licking. My heart raced as my tongue
approached the soft soles of Heather. Paradise! I had
never tasted anything so good! The tender soles were
so delicate on my tongue. The taste of perfection
filled my taste buds. I was in ecstasy! I licked her
feet with a passion and love I never knew I had. If I
were to die then and there, the last two weeks of hell
would have been worth it! Unfortunately I did not die
then!
Heather giggled as I licked her feet. “It feels so
cool. Makes me feel powerful!”
“Yeah. I like it to. I can’t wait to get a new one!”
Iia said.
The two girls chuckled then Iia jumped up! “If you
like that then watch this!”
Iia ran to her night table to grab something. I didn’t
care what she was doing. I was not going to stop
licking and kissing Heather’s feet until I was
stripped away from them. Iia came back and handed
Heather something. “Here. Clip your nails and whatever
else you can from your feet.”
Heather looked puzzled but did it anyway. I was told
to wait by my food dish. Reluctantly I left Heather’s
feet and did as I was told. Heather clipped her feet
and Iia collected all the clippings. She then brought
them to me.
“Here’s a special treat for you! Clippings al la
Heather! They should taste like a gourmet meal to
you!” Iia said to me while laughing.
Heather watched as Iia presented me with my ‘treat’. I
looked at them for a few minutes. I was hungry and I
really didn’t want to eat Iia’s clippings again so…
They tasted wonderful! They were a gourmet meal! I
gobbled them all down! The entire time Heather and Iia
laughed and called me pathetic. I was, but I was
happy!
After I finished my meal I was told to clean Heather’s
shoes while the girls talked. Her shoes smelled so
great! The taste of Heather’s sweaty feet were
absolutely delicious! I could go on about how perfect
her feet were forever, but I don’t have the time.
Anyway, Heather left and my life once again belonged
to Iia. I look back and realize that that was the
greatest day of my life. How sad, how sad it is.

For the next two and half months my life was
completely devoted to Iia’s feet. Every waking moment,
everything I did was for Iia’s feet. I became attached
to her feet. The smell and taste of her feet helped me
sleep at night. But throughout it all I never forgot
Heather’s feet. She never stopped by again after that
fateful day. Iia would go over her place or Heather
would pick her up, but she never stopped by again.
Everyday I woke up I prayed, not to be given back my
normal life, but to have a chance to worship Heather’s
feet one last time. They were so perfect. I can’t get
over them. So soft, so tender… simply perfect.
I don’t have much time left so I better not linger too
much on Heather. I think it’s time for me to tell you,
whoever you are, why I am writing this. Iia told me
that tomorrow I will be getting a surprise. She gave
me a cold look and chuckled. As she walked away I
heard her say ‘my last surprise’. I just know that I’m
going to die tomorrow, so I wanted to write down my
tale. I hope that someday, someone will read this and
be able to save his life before he ends up like me, a
foot slave. I pray that I can somehow warn the next
male to enter Heather and Iia’s life that they are
truly evil. I would never wish this life that I now
lead on anyone. Nobody deserves to live their entire
life solely for someone else’s feet!! If I can save
one man, then at least the last three months of my
life would have had some meaning. Whoever you are
reading this, take care, and may God be with you…


Tom placed the tiny scrapes of paper he found under
Heather’s bed on the table. He could feel his blood
running cold. Was this a joke? Could Heather and Iia
be that evil. He had been dating Heather for over two
months now. She wasn’t evil; she was wonderful. Who
could have written this? Before Tom could finish his
thoughts, Heather walked into the room wearing a
t-shirt, shorts, and nothing else.
“What do you have there honey?” Heather asked.
Tom didn’t know what to say. He stared at Heather for
a moment then quietly handed the little pieces of
paper over to her. Heather curiously looked at Tom
then took the paper from him. She glanced at it and
her face went white. Tom could feel his stomach sink
as he watched Heather read the scrapes of paper. The
minutes seemed like hours as Heather read every page.
Finally she crumbled up the scrapes paper and started
to laugh.
“This made for good reading!” Heather said while
laughing. Tom started to smile. Maybe it was a joke he
thought. Then Heather continued. “Wow, I never knew my
feet meant so much to him!” Tom’s heart stopped. “I
guess you want to know how the story ended?  Iia
brought him over here for a visit. We had him lick and
kiss our feet as we talked. After an hour or two I
picked him up and informed him that I was going to
finish what I had started three months earlier. I then
slowly placed him in my mouth and sucked on him for a
bit before I bit into to him and devoured his pathetic
little body.”
Tom just stared at Heather with fear in his eyes. He
didn’t know what to do. Heather smiled at him and
continued. “We were going to make you Iia’s next foot
slave but I think plans have changed. Since you know
how your story will end you won’t make a good foot
slave. The fun in a foot slave is having him Think
he’ll regain his life while you know that he’ll die as
soon as your done with him! It makes him work harder!
But since you know the truth…”
Before Tom could react Heather recited some ancient
spell and Tom began to feel dizzy. His eyes grew heavy
and head became clouded. Through his blurred vision he
could see Heather smiling as she appeared to grow!
Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. When Tom
regained his senses he discovered that he was still
standing on Heather’s floor, but he was now only two
inches tall! He couldn’t believe this! It had to be a
dream!
“Oh well Tom! I guess this is it. I really can’t date
a two-inch tall man. What would my family say!?!”
Heather started to laugh as she began to lift up her
bare foot from the floor. Tom couldn’t take his eyes
off of Heather’s face. ‘Why did she shrink me’ he kept
thinking. Then out of the corner of his eye he caught
sight of Heather’s bare foot moving towards him. He
turned to watch her foot block out his vision like the
moon blocking out the sun. Heather’s giggling face
vanished behind her long, slender toes. Tom’s body was
numb with fear. His mind told him to run but his body
just stumbled and fell to the floor. Tom rolled over
to see his last sight; Heather’s soft and tender sole.
Tears began to stream from his eyes as he watched her
barefoot descend upon him. His entire world had just
become the bottom of Heather’s barefoot! Her foot was
now right on top of him. He felt her warm, soft skin
begin to press on his body. The pressure quickly
became unbearable as Tom was being crushed under
Heather’s foot. All he could think of was that he was
being crushed like a tiny, insignificant bug! Finally
the pressure became too much and Tom passed out.
Seconds later, his body exploded under the pressure of
Heather’s barefoot.
Heather smiled as she watched the blood stream out
from under her barefoot.
“I guess Ed’s life had no meaning after all! Oh well,
time to get a new boyfriend (giggle).”
Heather wiped Tom off her foot and got dress. She had
to find a new foot slave for Iia… and for herself!

END