Shawna had one tiny slave who adored her, but she wanted more. Just
the thought of having another human being lapping at her toes brought
her such delight; her mind was made up.
'Marla?'
She lowered her hand to the floor palm-up. The tiny woman Marla
stepped from her place at Shawna's feet into her hand. Shawna brought
her little slave up to her face, where she could hear her from.
'Yes, Mistress Shawna?' she asked.
Marla was a small woman for her age, 4' 11"; she stood three inches
tall in Shawna's hand with a red bow tied around her waist, her gift
to Shawna. The mistress herself stood at 5'6'' with raven-black
hair and a light tan; her feet were soft-looking with a French-tip
pedicure. The sound of Marla's tiny voice using the word 'mistress'
made Shawna smile.
'Your mistress loves you' said Shawna.
'And I adore you' said little Marla.
'A thought had occurred to me just now, while you were worshipping
your mistress's magnificent toes.'
'What was that thought, Mistress?'
Shawna cocked an eyebrow 'Do you presume that you are in any position
to question me?'
'No, I do not, Mistress!'
'Speak out of turn again, and my toes shall administer the squeeze
on you. Do you understand?'
'Yes, I understand, Mistress.'
'But, since you were so privy to ponder my thought, I shall indulge
you. You have become quite familiar with my feet, have you not?'
'I have very much so, Mistress.'
'My toes have been quite pleased in your care. However, when one
foot feels loved, the other foot feels unloved, neglected, does it
not? Were it within my power to do so, I would have you in two places
at once. As I can't, I need another slave to be wherever you are
not. Do you understand, little Marla?'
'Yes, I do understand, my mistress.'
'Good. As it is your mistress's prerogotive, I am entitled to as
much pleasure as our endeavors can possibly provide. Today, we're
going to the open-air cafe downtown, and I shall acquire a stranger
to become my second foot slave. What will make this endeavor
oh-so-delicious today, my little Marla, is that i will instill within
this stranger an insatiable desire to worship my feet. It will be
like having another Marla at my feet forever. But, of course, no one
could ever replace you in my heart, my dear.
'You will help me with this task, for this person must not suspect
that I am manipulating him.' She stopped to take out a small vial
from her purse labeled '114'.
'As you can see,' she went on, 'this is a small, mild brew, but very
effective. This will be the lure to my web, and only after he comes
close can I begin to wrap him in my clutches.'

Shawna picked a conspicuous enough location in the middle of the
cafe, in full view of passerby walking on both sides of the street
and everyone seated outside with her. She took Marla out of
her purse and placed her at her feet under the table.
'Quickly, rub the brew on my feet.'
Marla hurried her little self to comply with her mistress, spilling
the clear liquid onto Shawna's toes and her instep.
'Don't let it drip. Allow it to set onto my skin.'
'Yes, mistress' she squeaked.
'And don't look me in the eyes. I'll need to be selective for this
next part.'
'What do you mean, mistress?'
She ignored her.
'You see, my dear, the first step to any fetish is mental association.
This person will have to see my feet, smell my feet, and become
aroused. Once they build the connection, it will become much more
difficult for them to resist my advances. All their 'yes's and 'no's
become insidious 'maybe's and 'possibly's until they arrive at my
favorite: 'why not?'
'Why don't you want me to look you in the eyes?'
'Because this spell will only work on the next person to make eye
contact with me. Hurry now, don't trifle with the toes, little one.'
'Oh, but, Shawna...!'
Shawna felt her little tongue tickle the skin between her toes. She
immediately snatched her up and scrunched her there.
'Yes, they taste heavenly, don't they? Like vanilla!'
'Mmmm!'
'Enough.' She let marla go.
'Time for me to choose.'
She felt powerful in crowds. Her eyes captured the people walking
about, going about their business. No, she thought, I need someone
with fewer connections, more time on their hands; give me a wanderer,
world.
Then, she saw him, sitting several tables down: a skinny black-haired
man with unkempt facial hair and black square-framed glasses. He was
reading a book. Her lips curled into a smile as she locked her eyes
onto his face. She turned her seat away from the table and crossed
her legs to dangle her right foot over her left knee. Any second
now.
He glanced up into her eyes for only an instant before looking back
to his book, and she knew she had him. He glanced up again and again,
taking longer each time before looking away.
'Now, I must not be too forward, or he might suspect that something
is wrong.'
She let her shoe slip off her foot and she had to bite her lip to
keep from laughing from how quickly he glanced down to observe this
development. Her toes flexed and scrunched together. She pretended
to be focused on something else, feeling his eyes on her foot.
Right on cue, her waiter brought her soda; she turned to accept it.
When she turned back, she gasped when she saw that he walked right
up to her.
'Oh! You surprised me!'
'Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to surprise you'
'That's okay. I had a feeling i might be speaking with you today.'
'Really?'
'Would you like me to join you at your table?'
'Oh, no, no, here, would it be all right if i just joined you?'
'Well,' she said, trailing her voice off, making her slave to-be
cringe with anticipation. 'I guess that would be okay.'
'Okay, okay, I just need to grab my book.'
He left for his table and came back with his book. It was a small
hardcover.
'Whatcha reading?'
'Oh, this. It's a biography about Stanley Kubrick, y'know, the
director.'
'Ooh, I love him, he's one of my favorites.'
'Really? Mine too!'
They both laughed.
'What's your favorite movie of his?' he asked.
'Oh, 'A Clockwork Orange,' by far. I just love his attention to detail
during the scenes.'
'Yeah, he was a real perfectionist. Like, one thing I read was that
during the filming of 'The Shining' that they had to re-shoot this
one scene so many times that it made his actor break down crying.'
'Oh, that's terrible' she said, smiling.
'Well, y'know, sometimes you have to suffer in order to create
perfection.'
'Mm, indeed.'
'So, what do you like best about 'A Clockwork Orange'?'
'I like the theme about the freedom to choose. It's a subject I have
much interest in.'
'Yeah?'
'And, that scene where they have Alex strapped down and forced to
watch those violent films is just so fascinating' she laughed.
'Sorry, I'm a bit of a freak' she said.
'Oh, no, not at all, I- I love that scene too.'
She took a sip from her soda.
'I'm sorry, but I can't remember your name' she said.
'Oh, God. My bad. My name is Neil.'
'Neil, my name is Shawna.'
'Oh, hello, Shawna.'
They laughed again.
'I'm not making you nervous, am I, Neil?'
'Um,' he said, laughing nervously, 'You seem like a very special
person to me.'
'I do?'
'Yeah, I just can't put my finger on it.'
'Y'know, I've been told that I have very nice feet. What do you
think, Neil?'
She lifted her leg up to show him her bare foot.
'Oh, yeah, they're very nice.'
She saw that he had an erection brewing in his pants. She smiled.
'So, you think i'm that special?'
'Oh, crap. Oh, Shawna, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-'
'No, that's okay, Neil. I understand the urges we all have.'
'You do?'
'In fact, would you like to act on this one?'
He rubbed the back of his neck watching her bare foot intently.
'Sure, why not?'

She took Neil back to her apartment with Marla tucked safely away
in her purse.
'I smell vanilla' he said.
'Oh, that must this lotion I use on my feet.'
He sniffled.
'It smells nice.'
'Good.'
'What do you want to do first?'
She closed the door to her apartment and turned to face him. She
looked right into his eyes and saw that she had his full attention.
'Sit in front of the couch.'
He sat in front of the couch. She walked over to the couch and sat
directly in front of him, placing her feet on the floor around him.
'Do you think I am beautiful?' she asked him.
'Yes, i do, Shawna.'
'Call me 'Mistress'.'
'Yes, I do, Mistress.'
She smiled.
'Take off my shoes.'
He turned in place to slip her shoes off, touching her feet in the
process.
'God, they're so soft' he remarked.
'Yes, they are soft. Soft and lovable. Here.' She lifted her right
foot and placed it on his nose, splaying her toes around his nostrils.
'Smell my foot, Neil.'
She felt his breath drawing the air through her toes. He moaned.
'You smell good, Mistress.'
'Yes, I do.'
'God, I could smell them from where i was sitting when we were at
the cafe.'
'O know, Neil.'
His voice started to get more relaxed and slower.
'How did you do that?' he asked her, sniffing the ball of her foot.
'I have the power to do many things' she whispered.
'Mmmm, your voice sounds so good.'
'Lay on your back, Neil.'
He flipped over, allowing Shawna to place both of her feet direcly
on his face. He closed his eyes and breathed in the vanilla scent
of her toes.
'Allow the scent of my feet to fill every part of your consciousness.
Consume the aroma of my toes, and be thankful for the air they
bequeath to you.'
'Thaank yoou' he moaned.
'Relax and enjoy the sound of my voice, Neil, as you were. It is
here to delight your senses and bring you closer to me.'
'I feel like i've known you forever.'
'I want you to give yourself to me, Neil. I want you to embrace
your role as a toy at my feet, living only to please me.'
'Mmmmmmmm.'
'Worship my feet with your tongue.'
He slipped his tongue out through his lips to caress her toes.
'That's it, my pet. Taste my power.'
He opened his eyes and saw that her feet were much larger, even
bigger than him.
'What the-?'
'Shh, it's okay, darling. There's no need to be alarmed. Close your
eyes again.'
He closed his eyes and kept licking the now larger toes.
'You have become smaller.'
'I have?'
'Your body has been reduced to mere inches in length.'
'Why am I so small?'
'Because I want you to be small.'
'Will I be small forever?'
'You will be small for as long as I want you to be small.'
'How long could that be?'
'Just keep licking me, Neil. No more questions.'
Meanwhile, Shawna reached over to her purse on the table to collect
Marla.
'Instruct him.'
She placed the tiny woman on her foot, which now dwarfed
Neil. Marla crawled over her mistress' toes towards him.
'Hi, Neil' she called.
He opened his eyes, dazed, and saw Marla looking down at him through
Shawna's toes.
'Hey' managed Neil.
She climbed down onto the floor.
'My name is Marla. I am Shawna's servant.'
'Servant?'
'I serve Shawna when she demands it of me, and i do it willingly.
Here.' She extended her hand to pick him up.
'As you can see, our mistress' toes are quite large at our size, but
still very sensitive to our touch.' She walked over to Shawna's
little toe and rubbed her toenail; the toe wiggled with pleasure.
'She may not feel even it sometimes, but she always appreciates our
adoration. Do you understand, Neil?'
He watched Shawna's foot in front of him; she wiggled her toes for
his benefit.
'Do you want to begin your service now?'
'Yeah, I do.'
Shawna moved her foot in front of neil and opened a space between
her big and second toe. He crawled in between and started licking.
'Yes' moaned Shawna.
Marla made her way to Shawna's other foot to begin licking her too.
'That's it, my slaves, my darlings. Lick my toes!'
She closed her eyes and felt the warm, little tongues washing
the skin between her toes.
'Remember, Neil, your mistress loves you, and, in time, you will be
rewarded for your service to me.'
'I understand, Mistress Shawna.'
She smirked and relaxed in her seat while she received her worship.