In this story, you take the role of Kyle, a shy young man of average build and average intelligence, who after graduating high school was looking for work.  You found a position that paid $25 per hour at a spa, which at the time seemed like a lot given you had no experience.  However, this was not your usual spa job, this was the Superior Spa and Resort that catered to a special kind of woman.  The help was often shrank down to size, a size chosen by the customer, and put to work.  The customer could also choose to get a team of helpers to pamper themselves, for an increased fee.  This made the female customers feel vastly superior to the smaller help, who would give them pedicures, manicures, or whatever else the women asked the workers to do. 

As your shift started you knew today would be a busy day, since Saturdays were required for every employee.  You saw a college girl who stood at around 5’7”, with long red hair wearing a blouse, a skirt and a pair of white sandals come in and ask for a manicure and pedicure.  You got excited and hoped she would pick you for the task, as this spa let the customers pick which worker would perform which tasks, and cute college girls beat working on the feet of 70 year old grandmas or obese women.

“Who would you like to help you today?” asked the desk clerk.

“Hmm, how about John for my manicure and Fred for my pedicure,” the young girl responded.

“How small would you like them ma’am?” asked the desk clerk.

“How about 2 inches for the manicure and 1 inch for the pedicure,” replied the young girl.

You watched as your two co-workers stepped on the shrinking pads and were shrunk down to size.  The desk clerk picked them up and handed them to the young girl and said, “Feel free to use any chair you like.”  The woman walked to the back and out of your sight, with one man in each hand.

You looked up again to see a long line had already formed.  Some of the less desirable customers were near the front and you hoped to end up working for attractive women, as much as possible, but for $25 an hour you could hardly complain too much.  Just then, one of your regulars walked through the door, her name was Martha Hollands.  She stood at 5’9”, had wavy blonde hair, and a body with some curves to it.  She always had you work at her feet, which were nice for a 40 year old.  They were a size 9 and didn’t show too many signs of wear.  As for her soles, they were creamy and tended to be wrinkly, but still soft to the touch, even when you were shrunk.  Her toes, were plump, which one might expect from a woman her age, but weren’t fat by any means.  Her feet rarely smelled bad and since she was in every week or two, she had really maintained them well in between visits to you.  As she neared closer to the front of the line you became more excited, as she was a better customer than the typical client.  She was second in line, when a woman in her late 60s and heavy set, said she wanted you for a pedicure.  You sighed, as it appeared you’d be forced to work on some very nasty and rank feet.  Just then, Martha piped up and said,

“Oh, you don’t want him…”

“Why not?” the elderly woman retorted.

“I had him last time, cut my nails too short, then got paint on every part of my toes except for the nails,” replied Martha.

“Well, thank you, I definitely won’t pick him then,” the elderly woman stated.

Martha gave you a wink after the woman turned around.  The elderly woman ended up picking someone else, which saved you from working for her.

When it became time for Martha to pick, she asked what the smallest size the spa allowed their workers to be was.

“1/10 of an inch ma’am,” said the desk clerk.

“He couldn’t do much at that size, could he?” replied Martha.

You found yourself getting excited by this conversation.  Martha was a great customer and an attractive woman by nearly any man’s standards.

“Let’s do ½ an inch, and I’ll take Kyle and a pedicure,” Martha said.

You stepped on the shrinking pad, as you had done many times and shrank down to ½ an inch tall.  You looked down, and thankfully the company included underwear that shrank with you, so at least you were still wearing some tighty whities instead of being completely nude.  The desk clerk picked you up and handed you to Martha who smiled as she closed her hand completely around you and found a chair for you to do her pedicure.  She picked a place out that was relatively secluded from everyone else.  She removed her brown sandals, which had a few straps that held her feet in place and lifted her feet into the bucket, as it filled with warm water.  She had worn these sandals in before and you noticed some indentations where her soles and toes had worn into the sandal.  She placed you near her feet and said

“You owe me for that, and I think I know just how you can repay me,” as she winked down to you.  After a few moments her feet were done soaking and she placed them on a towel next to the bucket to dry off.  You tried to help lift the towel over her feet, but you just fell on your back, causing her to giggle.  After her feet dried, she placed them in front of you on a wooden platform that caused her heels to stay slightly higher than her toes.

“Alright, I’d like a nice paint job on my toes,” said Martha down to you.

“Anything in particular you’d like Ma’am,” you replied.

“How about a pink base and some multi-colored stars on each toe, and how many times do I have to tell you to call me Martha?”  She stated.

“Sorry, Ma-a… Martha, right away,” as you grabbed the polish remover, and started to remove the current paint on her nails, which you had painted on two weeks ago.

You moved closer to her feet and notice how large they are compared to the typical customer.  Most of the other women wanted you around 1-2 inches, so you could more quickly maneuver yourself around their feet.  At ½ an inch, this is the smallest you can remember being.  You also noticed the smell of her feet, which was still quite good, as if she had just showered before coming in, even though it was a hot day, there was little smell of sweat, or any body odor.  Mostly the smell of soap and a light hint of lilac met your nostrils.  The smell from the nail polish remover nearly made you gag, especially at this size.  Fortunately, the tools here were made for many different sized persons, so the struggle was merely with the size of her nails and the smell of the polish remover.  At your small size it took many trips back to dunk the brush into the polish remover and continue on her nails.  You even had to climb on her toes on several occasions to get all the polish off.  You often heard her giggle at this and as you looked up you saw her smiling face looking down at you.  She had her hands on her knees and was bent forward looking down while you work.

“Don’t worry about me, I like watching a little man like you at my feet working so hard.  Plus you are so cute, That’s why I always pick you,” Martha says.

You continued and finished removing your previous work after about an hour.  You grabbed the pink polish and started your work, which was just as time consuming a process.  You could feel her watching you the entire time, which made you feel somewhat nervous.  As you finished with the base coat after another hour, she lifted her right foot and examined it more closely.

“Wow, this looks good so far,” Martha states.

“We’ll have to wait a few moments for the polish to dry,” you reply.

“Well in that case,” Martha said lowering her foot down on top of you, pinning your body beneath the ball of her foot, “why don’t you kiss my feet for a while?”

Martha had a playful side and was often spontaneous, so this didn’t surprise you.  She’d squeezed you between her toes once or twice before and held you above her mouth threatening to drop you in if you did a bad job. 

You couldn’t say you had a foot fetish before you started this job, but you did notice that Martha, among other women, had prettier feet than some of the less regular clients and you were starting to appreciate the beauty a female’s foot had to offer.  Martha applied more pressure when you did not start kissing immediately and said

“I don’t feel any kisses.”

You knew she was playing, but went along with it since she saved you from the elderly woman earlier and starting pressing your face, and lips into her soft sole.

“MMM, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU’D FEEL THIS GOOD DOWN THERE,” Martha cooed.

Martha started to wiggle her toes playfully which caused the muscles in the ball of her foot to move as well.  This had the effect of pushing you further down her foot to her arch. You continued kissing and opened your eyes.  You could see the lines on her arch crisscrossing in nearly every direction.  After inhaling deeply for the first time in several minutes you smelled the strong aroma of her foot, which still smelled like the soap she was using for her bath.  Her pale, wrinkly arch lowered on you as she said,

“WERE YOU TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM MY FEET?”

“No, you pushed me down under your arch when you wiggled your toes,” you replied.

“OH, I DIDN’T KNOW HOW POWERFUL I COULD BE WITH YOU UNDER MY FEET,” she giggled.

“WHY DON’T YOU GO BACK TO KISSING MY FEET, AND IF YOU WANT TO, GO AHEAD AND LICK THEM WHILE YOU’RE DOWN THERE,” Martha continued.

Since she was a common customer, and an attractive woman with nice looking feet you decided to appease her and started licking her arch.  Her sole had no taste to it but they did feel a little dry.  There was something erotic about licking the bottom of a woman’s foot who was hundreds of times your size, it was the ultimate submission, or so you thought at the time.

“I THINK SOMEONE LIKES MY FEET,” Martha laughed.

“They are very pretty,” you replied.

“MY FEET ARE PRETTY?” she says down to you.

“I think so,” you state.

“WHAT ABOUT THEM DO YOU LIKE MOST?” she asks.

“They are soft, smell nice, and have a nice shape to them,” you replied.

“IN THAT CASE, FEEL FREE TO GIVE MY ARCHES PLENTY OF LICKS.  THEY ARE A BIT DRY TODAY,” she said smiling as she looked at the top of her foot.

She wiggled her toes in almost a giddy state and you continued delivering long licks to every wrinkle on her arch.  After about ten minutes of licking you still had a bit to go.  Martha was feeling playful again and started to flex her foot, which stretched out the skin under her arch.

“JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU OUT DOWN THERE,” she giggled.

You couldn’t help but smile and continued licking.  The wrinkles on her arch, and everywhere else on her foot seemed to subside a bit as she flexed her sole and you could see some of your saliva glisten on her skin.  As you finished with her arch and got closer to the heel of her foot, she lifted her foot off of you and said

“EXCUSE ME, BUT I HAVE TO USE THE LADIES’ ROOM, YOU CAN CLEAN THE INSOLES OF MY SANDALS UNTIL I RETURN.”

Martha stood up and started walking to the restroom near the front of the spa.  You can see from the ground level her feet lift and glide through the air before meeting the cold floor.  You notice specks of dirt and dust sticking to her soles as she walks and start to think about what it would be like to be one of them, stomped flat beneath the cougar’s sole.

You paused for a moment, letting your thoughts stir, then moved on to her sandals, which had some buildup in the indentations left by the pads of her feet.  You stepped onto the sandal and walked down to the heel.  You stood in the middle where the depression was the deepest and found it went down almost 1/8 of an inch, meaning her repeated footfalls had smashed the sandal down ¼ your current height in that position.  The sole of the sandal appeared to be brown, just like the straps, when she bought the sandal, but repeated use had made the indentations black with use.  You got to your knees and took a deep breathe.  The smell was a mixture of leather, from the sandals and sweat, but mostly sweat.  The smell was not as bad as you had expected and was a slight turn on.  Perhaps there were pheromones in her sweat, you thought.  Realizing you had spent the last five minutes dilly-dallying and not performing the task you were assigned you brought your face down to her sandal and started licking at the dirt her foot had deposited.  The taste was as you’d expect, like dirt, but you were amazed at how someone so beautiful, especially for her age, could leave so much dirt on her sandals.  You started to claw at the dirt with your hands after moistening part of the insole and managed to get a decently large area, at least relative to your size, up from the sandal.  You continue this process while Martha stayed absent for what was going on 20 minutes.

Meanwhile, Martha went to the front desk to talk to the clerk.

“So, how much to purchase one of your little workers?” Martha enquired.

“Sorry Ma’am they aren’t for sale, they are people,” the clerk replied.

“Ok, what price is it going to take for you to say that one of them just ran off?” Martha asked.

“Are you offering me a bribe?” the clerk replied.

“Yes, how much do you want to just say that one of the workers ran off, and to delete part of the security tape?”  Martha asked.

“5,000 dollars,” said the clerk quickly and quietly.

“Done, here is the check, and if this comes back to me in anyway, I’ll ruin you,” Martha retorted with a fire in her eye.

Martha came walking back and saw that you were nearly done with cleaning the heel portion of her sandal.

“VERY NICE WORK,” She said smiling.

“SO, I TALKED TO THE MANAGER AND THEY AGREED TO LET ME RENT YOU FOR THE NIGHT,” she continues.

“Rent me?” you said, “I’ve never heard of this place having that policy.”

“WELL, I WON’T FORCE YOU, BUT LET ME GIVE YOU A TASTE OF WHAT YOU’LL BE EXPERIENCE DURING YOUR RENTAL,” Martha replied.

She sat down in the chair, took you off her sandal and placed you directly in front of her feet.  Then she lifted her right foot and positioned you under her big toe.

“LAY DOWN, SPREAD EAGLE, AND LOSE THE SHORTS,” she commanded.

You complied and found you were already aroused by the situation.  This woman in her early forties, who is beautiful and has beautiful well cared for feet is about to dominant you.  She begins to rub her soft toe against your erect member and you quickly find yourself ready to burst, as her toe rhythmically thrusts against you.  In the back of your mind you begin to wonder if she has experience doing this before.  Just as you are about to explode, she stops and removes her toe.

“More, please more,” you moan.

“DOES THAT MEAN YOU WANT TO SPEND SOME MORE TIME WITH ME?” Martha asked smiling down at you.

“Yes, your feet are so beautiful,” you say caught in the moment.

“WELL THEN, WHY DON’T WE GET YOU FINISHED OFF THEN, SO WE CAN GO.” Martha says as she lowers her toe back on top of you and continues to rub methodically.  You start to thrust yourself into her toe as she works her toe into you.  This woman knows how to press your buttons and it does not take long before you cum right onto her big toe.

“SEE, THIS WON’T BE SO BAD, WILL IT?” Martha says down to you.

She takes a tissue and rubs your cum onto her arches, what little of it there is.

“I DON’T WANT IT TO GO TO WASTE, PLUS IT HELPS MOISTURIZE MY SOLES,” she says smiling.

You got up and started to finish her toenails, as your work had been completely sidetracked.

“DON’T WORRY ABOUT MY NAILS, WE’VE GOT TO LEAVE SOON ANYWAYS, WE’RE MEETING A FRIEND OF MINE FOR LUNCH,” she stated.

“LAY DOWN IN MY SANDALS, IN THE AREA YOU CLEANED EARLIER,” she commanded.

You stood up, still feeling euphoric from the events that just transpired and laid down in the heel of her left sandal, which you had cleaned just 20 minutes ago.  Martha took a towel to her soles, trying to off any excess dirt from walking around the spa barefoot and applied lotion to her feet.

“YOU PROBABLY WANT MY FEET EXTRA SOFT IF YOU’LL BE SPENDING TIME CUSHIONING THEM AS I WALK,” she said giggling.

She finished applying the lotion and placed her right foot into her sandal and tightened the straps into place.

“NOW, TO START OUR FIRST DAY TOGETHER,” She said looking down at you.

“First day?” you said squeamishly.

She continued to lower her foot into the sandal as if she didn’t hear you.  You saw her toes travel above you.  She wiggled her toes playfully as they passed by your vision as she let out a laugh.  She was obviously enjoying every second of this and so were you to some degree.  The ball of her foot and the arch filled your vision next.  Finally, she had all of her foot in the left sandal, except her heel, which she arched to keep above you.  As you looked into her heel, you saw the lines in her heel, and wondered how long you could survive being used as an insole.  The managers told you that you were indestructible, but you had never been used as an insole for a client before.  At least you knew Martha somewhat well since she was a regular and put more trust in her than you would a first time walk-in.  Still, there was some apprehension at what was about to come.

“YOU’RE GOING TO FEEL SO GOOD UNDER MY FEET.  IF YOU PAMPER MY FEET WITH KISSES AND LICKS I’LL MAKE SURE YOU GET A REWARD TONIGHT,” Martha said as her heel lowered onto your ½ inch body.  Her heel continued to lower and you breathed deeper inhaling the watermelon scent of the lotion she had just placed onto her feet.  As her heel made contact you buried your face into her skin and started licking and kissing.

“GOOD BOY!” Martha said enthusiastically as she felt your lips and tongue trying to please her heel, “THIS IS GOING TO BE SO MUCH FUN!”

She lowered her heel all the way into her sandal and tightened the straps.  The weight wasn’t nearly as much as you expected.  Then she stood up and the weight on your body increased drastically.  You could feel your body flatten under her heel.  You continued to try to kiss and lick, but wondered if she could even feel your efforts.  Also of concern, was how you would breathe if her heel blocked off all air.  As Martha stood up she felt more of her weight settle on her new underfoot helper.  She felt so powerful knowing that another human being was under her foot.  Martha looked down and noticed her feet looking nice inside her sandals, with a new paint job, that would be completed by her little helper later.  She actually started to feel aroused just thinking about what her first step with you under her sole would be like.  You felt her standing on top of you for a few moments, noticed the muscles in her heel were twitching.  You surmised she was wiggling her toes again in excitement of what was about to come, either that or she was excited by you still pampering her feet.  Martha couldn’t take it any longer, she wanted to know what stepping on another human being felt like.  She lifted her right foot and started on her way out the door.  As soon as Martha lifted her right foot, the weight on top of you increased again.  You heard her sandal hit the ground and felt your entire world lift into the air.  You were almost weightless as her foot lifted you into the air.  You took a deep breathe, filled with the scent of the watermelon lotion she had just applied and gave her heel a momentarily kiss and lick.  A split second later her foot was descending as you felt the pressure increase as her foot came closer and closer to the ground.

STOMP!

You felt her heel smash you into the ground as she planted her left foot into the ground with a weight you’d never felt before.  You thought the force might kill you, but it just dazed you for a moment.  Before you could regain your senses you were already being lifted back into the air, as she was going to take another step.  You took a quick breathe and felt your body, and her foot, moving quickly toward the ground again.

STOMP!

This time it wasn’t as bad as the first, because you knew what to expect, and you weren’t dazed for as long.  Although the pain remained the same, as your body flattened under the weight of her heavy heel.  At least heavy by the standards of a ½ inch tall man.  As her foot lifted again you realized your back wasn’t on the insole, but the front of your body was on her heel.  You had become stuck to her foot.  You quickly took a breath and gave her heel a half kiss, half lick and were descending toward the ground again.

STOMP!

This time your body bended to her heel and formed around it as her heel flattened you out.  You wondered how flat your body would become under this woman’s sole.  As her foot lifted for another step, it appeared you were about to find out…

After a quick glance towards the desk clerk, Martha left the spa with a smile on her face and a feeling of superiority.  This was shaping up to be a great day.

Martha entered her car, which was warm from sitting in the sun for a couple hours, to meet her friend Judith for lunch.  She operated the pedals with her right foot, which gave you break from the constant walking she had just put you through.  You were still molded into her heel however and were unaware if she realized this or not. 

“YOU FEEL REALLY GOOD DOWN THERE, LIKE AN EXTRA LITTLE CUSHION FOR MY HEEL.  I HOPE YOU’RE ENJOYING THIS AS MUCH AS I AM,” Martha giggled.

This woman, a regular customer of yours had rented you for who knows how long and she asked if you were enjoying it…  Admittedly, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, and your body seems to have adapted to the powerful stomps her feet have delivered.  ‘This might be better than serving the nasty feet of some ugly customer who might come in,’ you thought.  Realizing how bad things could have been, you started kissing and licking the soft skin of her heel again.

“SEE, I KNEW IT COULDN’T BE THAT BAD.  KISS MY SOLE TWO TIMES IN A ROW IF YOU THINK MY FEET ARE PRETTY,” Martha said down to you.

You might not have entirely enjoyed the situation you were in, but loved her playfulness.  You puckered your lips and pressed them against her heel two times in a row.

“I KNEW IT, I THINK I HAVE PRETTY FEET TOO,” she said smiling.

After some more time spent under her heel, she pulled up to the restaurant.  He friend Judith was already waiting for her with an angry look on her face.

“I’ve been waiting here an hour for you!” Judith said angrily.

“Am I that late,” Martha said apologetically.

“Yes, you are.  You owe me,” Judith pouted.

“Hmm, I might have an idea of how I can help make it up to you,” Martha said.

“Besides paying for lunch?” Judith replied.

“Oh shush, after I let you in on this, you might be paying for lunch,” Martha said happily.

“I doubt that,” Judith retorted.

Martha took off her left sandal and you stayed stuck fast to her heel.  She lifted her sandal up to her friend to show you to Judith.

“Wow, a sandal,” Judith said.

You were still licking and kissing Martha’s heel and it didn’t take her too long to realize you were stuck on her sole.

“HEHE, HE’S STUCK TO MY SOLE,” Martha said lifting up her foot and putting it on the table.

“WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR FOOT?” Judith inquired.

“HE’S THE REASON I’M LATE.  I RENTED HIM FOR A BIT AND WAS GOING TO USE HIM AS WE WENT SHOPPING, BUT SINCE YOU’RE MAD AT ME, I’LL LET YOU USE HIM FOR THE AFTERNOON,” Martha said.

“RENTED?  HOW DID HE GET SO SMALL?” asked Judith.

“I GET PEDICURES FROM THAT PLACE CALLED THE SUPERIOR SPA AND RESORT AND THEY SHRINK DOWN THEIR WORKERS,” Martha replied.

“WOW, I MIGHT HAVE TO TRY THERE,” Judith said.

You heard the conversation happening above you as you continued to pamper Martha’s heel and wondered when you were going to get a say.  Martha peeled you off her left heel with the nails from her right thumb and index finger and put you on the table.  It took you a few moments to unflatten and stand to your feet.

“SOMEONE REALLY LIKES ME FEET, STICKING TO THEM LIKE THAT,” Martha said to you smiling.

“I couldn’t really help it,” you replied.

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE ASHAMED, YOU DID SAY MY FEET WERE PRETTY.  ANYWAYS, HERE IS MY FRIEND JUDITH,” Martha continued.

You looked at Judith, she had golden, long, wavy hair and appeared to be a bit older and taller than Martha.  She didn’t have as many curves, but that might be due to being 46 instead of 40. 

“SO, SINCE WE SPENT SO MUCH TIME TOGETHER ALREADY, I WAS HOPING YOU’D AGREE TO MEET MY FRIEND JUDITH’S FEET,” Martha said.

“Well, I guess I can do it for you, I just wish you would have asked me before offering me,” you replied.

“WHY ARE WE ASKING HIM WHAT HE WANTS?  LET’S GET HIM UNDER MY FEET ALREADY,” Judith said.

Judith grabbed you between her fingers and lowered you to the ground.  She took her right foot out of the black flat she was wearing and placed you inside.  She kept her foot out of the flat for a while likely letting it get some air.  As Judith carried on a conversation with Martha she had her right leg crossed over her left and her right foot bobbed up and down.  You looked up and saw that her foot was bigger than that of Martha’s, you’d guess a size 10, and just as well kept.  Her toes were a bit longer and her soles were just as wrinkled.  In some ways her feet might be prettier than Martha’s you thought.  You noticed a toe ring on the toe next to her big toe as you admired the bottom of her feet.  She also had black polish on her toenails, which seemed to fit her domineering, presumptuous personality.

As the waiter brought their food, Judith looked down at you and said,

“GO TO THE TOE AREA AND LIE DOWN HORIZONTALLY SO I HAVE SOMETHING TO PLAY WITH WHILE I EAT.”

Not wanting to anger her, you complied.  Her foot lowered to the flat and she pointed her toes as they entered.  You took a deep breathe, realizing what was to come and could smell the remnants of old foot sweat that had collected in her flats.  While she had nice feet, apparently the smell was not as great as that of Martha’s feet.  Her foot entered the shoe and you were trapped beneath her two biggest toes as she applied pressure.  She brought her hand down and scooped the back part of her shoe over the heel of her right foot and then scooted her chair forward so she could more easily reach her lunch.  As she settled her feet her toes immediately spread out and were lifted above you.  Judith brought her toes down on you and started gently playing with your body under her soft rubbery big and second toe.  Her toes were slightly moist, since she had been waiting in the hot weather for her friend so long, but it was not nearly as painful as being under Martha’s heel.  As she gently and rhythmically pressed you under your toes she was unintentionally giving you a nice massage.  You found yourself becoming aroused again and took off the underwear the spa provided you between Judith pressing her toes down on you.  As she continued pressing gently on your body you become more and more aroused.  You began kissing and licking her big toe every time it made contact with your body.  You started to moan as her toes were getting you closer and closer to another orgasm.  Then all of a sudden her toes slammed onto your body and you felt her foot lift off the ground.

“WHY YOU LITTLE PERVERT,” Judith said as she brought her foot down quickly.

STOMP!

“YOU ARE UNDER MY FEET FOR MY PLEASURE, NOT YOURS!” Judith shouted down to you, scolding you for your actions.

You felt her toes lift off you again and you were stuck to them for a moment as she started to scrunch her toes together smashing you underneath.  She continued this action for the rest of the meal, as her feet became warmer in her flats.

Judith removed her right foot from her flat after the meal, leaving you in the shoe to recover your trousers.  You put them on quickly and realized that you were wet from head to toe as she had wiped her foot sweat onto you, and that you smell like her feet too.

“OK SLAVE, LAY DOWN WHERE THE BALL OF MY FOOT RESTS AND I WANT MY FEET KISSED AND LICKED,” Judith commanded, pointing down at her flat.

“No, I am not a slave,” you shouted.

“ALRIGHT, FINE, BUT MY BUTTHOLE HAS BEEN WANTING SOME COMPANY AND IF YOU WON’T CUSHION MY FEET…” Judith said.

“Ok, I’ll cushion your feet!” you shouted.

You laid down in the indentation her ball has left and waited as her foot descended on you again.  It does not take long until her foot came down and you saw her toes pass above you as her foot settled into place.  Before you could even get settled you felt her foot lift and quickly come back down.

STOMP!

Her foot quickly lifted again before you could regain your bearings…

STOMP!

You could hear her giggle as she said,

“NOTHING BETTER THAN SHOWING A MAN HIS RIGHTFUL PLACE,” as she wiggled her toes showing her dominance.

“NOW START PAMPERING MY FEET,” Judith commanded.

You started to kiss her the soft skin of her sole as it lifted into the air and you give it a long lick as it came down on top of you.

STOMP!

Judith just took her first step on you, this might be a long day…

Judith’s right sole continued to step on your body while her and Martha walked around the mall shopping.  The pattern was always the same, your body lifted through the air while you kiss and lick, then her foot would descend and step on you.  Although the motion was similar to being under Martha’s heel, it was a softer landing, since not so much weight was put being put on the ball of Judith’s foot.  You did notice the difference in how the muscle moved between Martha’s heel and the ball of Judith’s foot, there was definitely more movement in the later, and also more grinding.  You were starting to wonder whether Judith could feel you kissing and licking at her feet and decided to stop for a few steps to see.  After three steps, you were sure she hadn’t felt anything until…

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

“WHO SAID YOU COULD TAKE A BREAK, GET BACK TO WORK!” Judith commanded dominantly.

You began pampering her feet again, like commanded.  Judith continued to walk on you for another three hours, going in and out of stores, standing on top of you in line, etc.  Her feet were starting to sweet inside her flats and you licked even harder, trying to get the perspiration off her soft, firm skin.  You could not keep up with the amount she was sweating and felt your body becoming wet with her sweat and yours, but mostly hers.  Judith’s feet started to smell as well, which with you being trapped in the complete darkness of her flat, your other senses were heightened.  Her foot did have a strong stench, but your nose was pushed directly into her sole.  Surprisingly, you did not mind the smell that much, perhaps there was some truth in pheromones being in women’s sweat.  You were thankful these women took care of their feet and realized it would be far worse to end up under some calloused feet…

You felt Judith’s foot shift and realized she was removing it from her flat.  As she slid her foot out, you were stuck to the ball of her foot and turned your head to try to see your surroundings.  You could see some shoes laid around of different types and you quickly realized you were in a shoe store.  Judith placed her right foot on her left knee and looked down at you without expression.

“UGH, MY SOLE IS WET… YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO TRAIN THIS SLAVE BETTER,” Judith sighed while looking at Martha.

Before you could utter a reply she took her other flat off and put both feet on the ground.  She grabbed a pair of red high heels and put them on.  You were lifted into the interior of the high heel as Judith placed her foot inside.  As soon as she had both heels on you noticed the pressure difference from her flats.  Now, a lot more weight was on your body since these were high heels.  You continued pampering her feet as before, in between her powerful footsteps.  Judith decided to walk around a bit to try them out and walked back and forth on top of you in a rather seductive way.  She even caught the stocker boy’s notice and gave him a stare.  She removed the high heels and tried another pair on, repeating the same actions, then another, then another.  You were under her foot in about five or six different pairs of high heels before she finally settled on a pair, which happened to be the most painful for you.  She took her feet out of the heels and pealed you off her sole using her right index finger and thumb.  Your body was fairly flat as she laid you on the ground.  Judith then placed her feet on either said of you and said

“SLAVE, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO GET A LOT BETTER AT THIS BEFORE I GRANT YOU THE HONOUR OF GOING BENEATH MY FEET AGAIN.”

She then put her feet in her flats and picked up the shoe box with the high heels she was going to purchase and said to Martha,

“SORRY I HAVE TO LEAVE SO SOON, BUT I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH A CLIENT.”

The two exchanged good-byes and Martha looked down at you and said,

“SORRY ABOUT THAT, BUT THAT WASN’T SO BAD WAS IT?”

You looked up at her with an angry look on your face.

“OH COME ON…  HER FEET AREN’T THAT BAD ARE THEY?” Martha asked smiling.

“Well, no,” you said.

“AND SHE IS PRETTY ISN’T SHE?” Martha continued.

“…yes,” you replied.

“AND YOU WERE HAPPY BEING UNDER HER TOES… SO I DON’T SEE WHAT THE PROBLEM IS,” Martha stated.

Perhaps it wasn’t so bad, you thought to yourself.  Judith did get you close to orgasm during lunch.

“I BET YOU THINK HER FEET ARE PRETTIER THAN MINE TOO…” Martha said as you were collecting your thoughts.

You thought it about it for a second and realized she might have a point.  Both their soles were soft, and Judith had longer toes, which was a bonus.

“Maybe just a little,” you said.

“SEE, I KNEW IT, I ACTUALLY WAS DOING YOU A FAVOUR.  NOW WHY DON’T WE TRY ON SOME SHOES AND I’LL SEE HOW YOU FEEL INSIDE THEM,” Martha proclaimed.

She placed a wedge shoe on the ground and you ran and crawled into it, so that her toes would settle on top of you.  She moved her right foot into the shoe and felt you beneath her toes.  She played with you for a moment under her soft toes and you noticed her feet were not nearly as smelly or sweaty as Judith’s, likely because she had been wearing sandals.  You gave her big toe kisses and licks as she stood up and posed in front of the mirror seductively.  This was a beautiful woman who could get men of any age to fall for her, and she knew it.  Right now, she had a boy less than half her age kissing her toes and she managed to get him to enjoy doing it.  Martha let out a giggle, she felt so powerful.  She then tried on some high heels and you were under the ball of her foot, like with Judith, there was much more pressure when you were in that position, than normally being underneath the ball of her foot.  Next, some sandals, where she placed you under her arch before she tried them on.  You saw her left foot slide over your body and she tied on the straps.  However, you were so small and her arches so high her foot was not on top of your body, merely above it.  Her first step sent you falling to her heel and beneath it as she put her foot down, causing your body to flatten slightly.

“LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE FOUND THEIR WAY TO MY HEEL,” Martha said giggling.  She tried on several more pairs of shoes and sandals and felt beautiful every time.  She ended up buying half a dozen pairs and you spent the better part of an hour under what seemed like every nook and cranny of her feet.  You spent time under her toes, her ball, her arch (momentarily), and her heel.  You were also kissing and licking at the skin in all those places.  Martha put you back in the sandals you were in a few hours prior and said,

“WHOA, TIME FLIES WHEN YOU’RE HAVING FUN, I GOTTA GET HOME AND COOK DINNER!”

Her right foot slid over you again, sealing you beneath the ball of her foot.  She walked on you and out of the store with six pairs of shoes and you were sure you’d see the inside of them again, sooner or later.

Martha got into her car, turned the ignition, and placed her right foot on the accelerator.  You were already stuck to her sole and as she went to back up, she put the car in park and started fiddling with her sandal straps.  ‘Is she going to take me out from under her foot,’ you thought to yourself.  Instead, she just removed her sandals and put her foot back on the accelerator, pinning you between her sole and the pedal.  She wiggled the toes on her foot as she smiled down at her nice pedicure and enjoyed the feeling of your helpless body pampering her sole.  She shifted the car into gear and began her thirty minute drive home.  As her foot went between stepping on the accelerator and the brakes you too went back and forth between the two pedals.  You couldn’t tell if she was stepping on the pedals harder than normal because she had you underfoot, but you could tell she was enjoying it as the muscles in her feet flexed a lot.  Likely from her trying to milk every sensation out of your body under her foot as she could.  Her sole was starting to get dirty as well, she normally wore shoes when she drove, as indicated by the amount of dirt and grime on the pedals.  Now the dirt was getting on her right sole and your back.  As the ride continued, you heard her say,

“OH, I LOVE THIS SONG.”

As she turned up the radio, it was ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ by Cyndi Lauper.  You could hear her singing the chorus as she strummed her toes above you.

“OH, GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN…”

She was like a teenager sometimes in terms of maturity and playfulness, you couldn’t help but find it cute.  The song ended just as she pulled into the driveway.  She shut off the engine and turned her leg up to look at you.

“US GIRLS LIKE HAVING FUN, WOULDN’T YOU SAY?” Martha asked smiling.

“Clearly,” you responded.

“UGH, MY SOLE GOT DIRTY FROM USING THE PEDALS BAREFOOT.  OH WELL, THAT’S JUST JOB SECURITY FOR YOU,” Martha stated happily as she lowered her foot into the sandal.

She inserted her foot and your back once again met the insole of her sandal as she tied the straps.  She grabbed the day’s purchases from the mall and carried them inside.  She dropped her bags off onto the table and removed her sandals.  She turned her right sole facing upwards and brushed off some of the dirt that accumulated on it using her left hand.

“THERE, SAVED YOU A LITTLE BIT OF WORK, HEHE,” she said lowering her foot down as she walked through the kitchen.

She had a hard linoleum floor and unlike being in a pair of shoes or sandals, the floor had absolutely no give.

STOMP!

You felt your body flatten as the air was completely knocked out of you.  You were stuck in a daze for several seconds.

STOMP!

Again her foot descended.

STOMP!

…and again…

STOMP!

She finished walking through the kitchen and put her new shoes away.  You felt like you were as thin as a piece of paper under her foot after she had stepped on you on the linoleum so many times.  You were relieved when you felt your back meet the carpet and the material below you had some give to it.  Martha stood for a second on the carpet and said,

“AH, THIS CARPET FEELS SO NICE UNDER MY FEET,”

It felt nice to you too…

Martha continued to her bedroom where she changed into a short sleeve shirt and some pajama pants.  You got excited as she took her skirt off and were hoping to see her naked, but she didn’t lift her foot high enough for you to get a good view.  Martha then sat down on the bed and put her right foot on her left knee.  She said,

“I DON’T NORMALLY WEAR MY HOUSE SHOES THIS EARLY, BUT I DON’T WANT EMILY SEEING YOU UNDER MY FOOT.”

Martha then peeled your body off her foot and lowered you into the left house shoe.  She removed the tiny underwear you still had on and put them on the night stand next to her bed.  She placed you inside the toe section of the shoe and then tore off four small pieces of Scotch clear tape and said,

“LAY DOWN, SPREAD EAGLE.”

You did as instructed and she taped you in place.  You couldn’t see much through the opening of the shoe because you were in so far, but you soon found yourself looking at a size 9 foot coming into sight with 5 toes painted pink.  The toes wiggled as they entered the shoe, an indication Martha loved putting you under her feet every chance she could, and soon found their way on top of your defenseless body.  Her toes were both cold and moist, and upon touching your body sent a shiver up your spin.  She had you taped between her 2nd and 3rd toe, but the shoes were big and her toes nimble enough that she could slide her big toe on top of your face if she wanted, and you soon found her doing so.  The toes warmed up quickly and began rubbing into your body.  Martha, sitting on the bed, was fully aware what she was doing as she could feel a slight bump under her toes as she wiggled and flexed them onto your body and face.  She smiled as she enjoyed the power she had over this young boy who was now a slave to her feet.  The soft, rubbery toes continued to dance on top of your body and you were powerless to stop them from playing on your body’s urges.  All of a sudden as you were about to finish, you felt her foot leave the shoe and Martha was looking into the shoe,

“WHOSE FEET ARE THE PRETTIEST NOW?  MINE OR JUDITH’S,” she asked.

“Yours are, yours are!” you shouted, in the heat of the moment.

“HEHE, GOOD, I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY THAT!” Martha exclaimed as you were lowered back down to the floor and her foot returned.

It didn’t take long before your member was rock hard again.  It felt like she was a professional at this, as her toes seemed to know exactly which places to touch and rub.  You quickly got off onto her toes and her foot left the shoe again, as she went to wipe your fluids off her toes.

“OK, ENOUGH FUN FOR NOW, I HAVE TO MAKE DINNER, I THINK I’LL MAKE TACOS,” Martha said.

Her foot quickly re-entered and her toes found their way on top of your body.  You quickly kissed and licked them as if to thank them for what they had just done for you.  You heard a giggle from outside the shoe as Martha walked into the kitchen to get dinner ready.

Things were uneventful until you heard a door open and close.  You heard some conversation between Martha and her daughter, Emily.  You couldn’t catch much of what they were saying due to the muffling effect of the shoe, and the sizzling of the meat on the stove, but you got the idea that Emily was a starting player on some sports team at the local high school and that she had just turned 18.  After a few more minutes of muffled conversation you felt Martha walk on you some more and then most of the weight was lifted off your body.  Martha had finished making dinner and sat down to eat with her daughter.  Her mind was not on feeling you under her foot anymore, she was in mother mode and enjoyed spending time with her daughter, before she graduated high school and went off to college.  Martha felt her feet getting warm and decided to take off her shoes.  You ended up spending the next few minutes watching Martha’s body from beneath the table, and inside a shoe.  All of a sudden you could smell something different, a very strong scent.  It was vinegary and musky, then it hit you, you must be smelling Emily’s feet.  You did hear something about a practice, and clearly she hadn’t showered yet.  The shoe you were in started to move around and jostle about.  Apparently, Emily had taken to playing with the house shoe with her feet.  As Martha got up to get another glass of water, Emily said

“HEY MOM, MY FEET ARE COLD, I’M GOING TO PUT ON YOUR SHOES FOR A MINUTE, OK?”

Martha’s eyes widened as she heard her daughter say she was putting her feet in the shoes.  She didn’t say anything though.  For you, time slowed down as you saw her feet reposition the shoes and then five toes with blue and white nail polish on alternating toes came down on top of you.  The smell was intense, stronger than anything you’ve ever smelled, even at the spa.  As the toes touched your body you felt how cold and moist they were and it instantly lowered your body temperature.  They were also bigger and longer than Martha’s.

“YOUR FEET ARE TOO SMALL MOM, I CAN’T GET THE SHOE ON ALL THE WAY!” Emily joked to her mother.

“MAYBE YOUR FEET ARE TOO BIG…” Martha joked back.

“IT’S WEIRD, I FEEL SOMETHING UNDER MY TOES,” Emily said.

“OH, THAT’S JUST THE TAG, I LIKE TO PLAY WITH IT UNDER MY TOES,” Martha responded quickly.

Emily than began to wiggle her toes on top of you, playing with you beneath her soft, yet very smelly toes.  The shoe quickly warmed up and her feet started to smell even worse.  The temperature increased exponentially and started to feel like a sauna.  You started to lick at the sweat on her toes in order to keep hydrated.

“MMM, YOU WERE RIGHT MOM, THIS TAG DOES FEEL GOOD TO PLAY WITH,” you heard Emily exclaim.

As the meal continued, Emily kept rubbing her toes into your body.  She was completely unaware of the tiny man in the shoe and how her toes were pressing all his buttons.  ‘Oh, not this again,’ you thought to yourself as you became erect.  In your euphoria you started to repeat the same actions you had an hour earlier with Martha.  You kissed and licked Emily’s toes as they unwittingly had their way with you.  Eventually, you finished, but Emily kept playing with your body, totally unaware of your existence under her foot.

“THANKS FOR THE MEAL MOM, AND YOUR SHOES, MY FEET ARE NICE AND WARM.  I’M GONNA GO TAKE A SHOWER NOW,” Emily said as she left the room.

Emily removed her foot from the shoe and you felt cold air rush in.  It felt good to be away from her hot, smelly, unwashed foot.  As Emily left the room you saw a hand reach for the shoes and pull them out from under the table.  She held the left shoe up to her face and looked at you.

“HAVE FUN UNDER MY DAUGHTER’S FEET?” Martha asked smiling.

“Not really,” you replied.

“WHY’S THAT?” Martha inquired.

“They were really smelly and kept rubbing into me…” you replied.

“OH, DID SHE HAVE THE MAGIC TOUCH?” Martha teased.

“Yea… she did,” you said.

“TEE HEE, THE WOMEN IN THIS FAMILY KNOW HOW TO PUT MEN IN THEIR PLACE,” Martha said smiling.

“WELL, I’VE GOT SOME DISHES TO DO,” Martha continued as she lowered the shoe back to the ground and inserted her foot.  You started to kiss and lick her feet as soon as her toes touched your face.  Martha spent the next twenty minutes cleaning up after dinner and playfully rubbing her toes on your upper body.

Following clean up, Martha walked into the bedroom and removed her shoes.  You looked up as her foot left the shoe and her hand reached down to peel you off the insole.  She grabbed your body and the tape stuck to your arms and legs, she quickly ripped it off, leaving you in pain momentarily.  She walked with you in her hand into the bathroom and placed you on the hard floor.

You were left looking up at her as she raised her right foot quickly and

STOMP!

She grinded her foot on you for a few seconds like she was putting out a cigarette, then lifted it up and turned her leg to look at her sole.

“THERE WE ARE, NOW YOU’RE STUCK TO MY SOLE AGAIN…  I DIDN’T WANT YOU SEEING ME NAKED AS I GOT INTO THE BATH TUB,” Martha explained. 

You found yourself stuck under the ball of her foot with the very little prospect of seeing any part of her body, except maybe her other foot, as she undressed and bathed.  Martha turned on the water to the bath and put some bubble formula in the tub, then went into the other room and removed her clothes.  From your vantage point you could see her take off her pajama pants and panties as her foot lifted over the garments on the floor.  The thought of her being naked started to get you aroused a little and Martha could feel you becoming hard.

“I CAN FEEL YOU GETTING AROUSED DOWN THERE AT THE THOUGHT OF ME NAKED,” Martha said.

She walked into the bathroom and onto the tile floor which smashed your body even deeper into the ball of her foot, and also made you flatten a bit.  Martha turned off the faucet and lifted her right foot into the tub.  Before you could react Martha’s sole was ascending into the air, you then saw the tub and bubbles.  Her foot quickly descended and your body met the bottom of the tub.  You felt hot water all over your body, then a massive amount of pressure as she lifted her other foot and placed it in the tub.  Martha stood there for a moment and wiggled her toes, enjoying the power she had over you.  She continued to stand on you for several more moments and you started to feel like she might drown you.  Finally, she shifted her feet and moved her body completely into the bath tub.  She laid her feet on the edge of the tub and crossed her legs at the ankles.

“AH, THAT FEELS NICE,” Martha said.

She reached down with her left hand and peeled you off her sole and placed you on the tub in the corner beside her feet.

“GO AHEAD AND CLEAN MY FEET WHILE I ENJOY MY BATH,” Martha commanded.

“I don’t have any tools though…” you replied.

“JUST RUB YOUR BODY INTO MY FEET AND LICK MY SOLES AND TOES,” Martha said in a relaxed voice.

You ran up to her left heel and rubbed your body into and started licking as instructed.  Her feet were still relatively clean, except for a little dirt on her right sole from operating the pedals of her car earlier.  Her heel was the roughest part of her foot, but you licked at the small amount of dirt and got it off.  You looked up and noticed that you couldn’t get any higher.

“Martha, I can’t get any higher on your foot,” you said.

“OH, THAT COULD BE A PROBLEM,” she giggled and uncrossed her feet and turned both her feet sideways.

“IS THAT BETTER?” She asked.

“Much better,” you replied.

“FEEL FREE TO HAVE FUN AT MY FEET, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, IT SHOULDN’T BE ALL WORK DOWN THERE,” Martha said giving you a wink.

You wanted to finish up her left foot first, and ran to her arch.  Her arches were very wrinkly and you buried your face in between the wrinkles and licked the skin, your body rubbed against her skin as you did so.  You repeated the process for every one of the wrinkles on her left arch.  The fact that Martha was playfully flexing and relaxing her feet didn’t make your task any easier.  You moved on to the ball of her foot which had less wrinkles but she continued flexing her feet.  You kept rubbing your body onto her foot and licking her sole.  You were becoming aroused quickly and wondered how many times you could finish today before you got sore.  ‘Perhaps the shrinking process has some effect on that too,’ you thought as you continued cleaning and massaging your body in her sole.  You reached the toes on her left foot and she continued to scrunch and relax her toes.  You paused for a moment, then looked at Martha who was smiling down at you.

“DON’T WORRY, THEY WON’T HURT YOU, THEY’LL JUST SQUEEZE YOU A LITTLE,” Martha said giggling.

As you licked her pinky toe there wasn’t much trouble, but as you got to the next toe Martha flexed her toes and

SCRUNCH!

You were momentarily trapped between her toes and the sole of her foot, then her foot relaxed.  You licked her toe quickly before…

SCRUNCH!

Again, your body was between her toes and sole.  The pressure was not as bad as getting stepped on, it was more like a hug between her soft toes and sole.  You tried climbing up to her middle toe…

SCRUNCH!

She continued trapping you between her toes every few seconds between licks.  Eventually you made it to her big toe and finished with her left foot.

“GOOD JOB, YOU’RE HALF WAY DONE,” Martha said encouragingly.

As you ran to her right foot you heard Martha say

“SAVE MY ARCH FOR LAST”

You started with her toes, which she stopped scrunching and went to her heel and quickly finished that.  You then started on her arch, which was just as wrinkled as on her other foot.  Since she operated the pedals barefoot a few hours ago there was still some grim left on her foot, but very little.  You had removed a fair amount of the dirt and were about a third of the way done when Martha started moving her other foot closer.  At first you thought she was just repositioning herself.  You turned around and saw the ball of her foot coming closer and closer until it made contact with your back and rammed you into her right arch.  Martha rubbed your body into her arch using the ball of her left foot.

“MMMM, THAT FEELS REALLY GOOD,” she cooed.

Her skin felt like silk as she rubbed you back and forth.  The friction was quickly making you erect again.  You darted your tongue in and out of the wrinkles as her feet sandwiched you in between them.  Martha found the stimulation erotic as well and lowered her hand below the water to pleasure herself.  You could hear her moaning from outside the soft prison of foot flesh.  The thought of her being excited aroused you even more and you quickly burst on her arch.  Your body immediately went limp, but she did not stop rubbing you. 

“YOU MAY BE DONE, BUT I’M NOT, NOW KEEP LICKING,” you heard her moan.

You did your best to continue, but without the fervor or strength you had a few moments ago.  She kept rubbing, both her soles against you, and herself, and soon reached climax.  She quickly stopped rubbing you and laid her feet beside your limp body.

“THAT WAS AMAZING, AND YOU DID A GREAT JOB ON MY FEET,” Martha said looking at her soles.

“NOW LET’S GET READY FOR A NIGHT OF DANCING,” Martha said grinning.

Martha quickly got you stuck under her sole after her bath.  She walked out of the bathroom and put on red panties and a red dress.  Again, you could not see any part of her body, other than the sole you were under and some of her other foot.  After she was dressed she peeled you off her foot and placed you on the dresser.

“PUT YOUR UNDERWEAR BACK ON,” Martha commanded.

“JUDITH IS PICKING US UP AND I THINK IT WOULD BE A NICE GESTURE IF YOU SPENT THE NIGHT WITH HER, SINCE SHE IS DRIVING US,” Martha said.

“Okay…” you replied.

You were starting to wish this rental period would be over…  Judith entered the house a few minutes later wearing a black dress and some strappy black sandals.  Martha held you in her hand as she met Judith in the kitchen.

“HI JUDITH,” Martha greeted her.

“HEY, YOU READY?” Judith replied.

“YEA, JUST GOT TO PUT ON MY SHOES, BUT FIRST I THOUGHT I’D OFFER TO LET YOU HAVE KYLE TONIGHT,” Martha said.

“THE FOOTSLAVE FROM EARLIER?  I GUESS I COULD FIND A USE FOR HIM…” Judith replied.

“GOOD, HERE HE IS, I’LL GO PUT ON MY SHOES,” Martha said as she left the room.

She handed you over to Judith who placed you on the counter top.  She pulled out some dental floss from her purse and tore two pieces off.  She sat on the stool and put her left foot on the edge of the counter, then positioned you on her foot on the toe next to her big toe.  She wrapped the floss around the bottom of her toe so that the ends were resting on top of you.

“SPREAD EAGLE,” Judith commanded.

“NOW, TIE THE ENDS OF THE FLOSS TO EACH ANKLE,” Judith continued.

You quickly did as commanded.

“NOW TIE YOUR LEFT ARM,” Judith instructed.

You did as commanded.

“LOOP THE STRING AROUND YOUR RIGHT ARM,” Judith continued.

It took a few moments, you got it looped around your arm so all she would have to do is pull the floss to secure your arm in place, which is exactly what she did.

“FINALLY…” you heard Judith sigh under her breath.

You looked up at Judith’s face as she was admiring her new toe ring, you.  She had a smirk on her face like she was enjoying what she had just done to you and what was about to come.  It was amazing how such a woman could be so beautiful and so dominant at the same time.  She lowered her foot down and placed it into her sandal.  Judith then tied the straps and moved her foot back and forth, likely to make sure you were secure.  You looked up and saw that Judith wasn’t wearing any underwear.  ‘Tonight might not be so bad after all’ you thought to yourself.  Just then Martha walked into the kitchen and you could hear her heels hitting the floor.

“OK, I’M READY,” Martha said.

She then looked down at Judith’s feet, trying to see where Judith had placed you.  Your eyes met and Martha let out a giggle at your predicament.

“OH, I LOVE YOUR NEW TOE RING,” Martha exclaimed.

“HERE, LET ME GET A FEW PICTURES,” Martha said as she pulled out her smart phone and took several photos of Judith’s left foot.

It was a relatively humiliating process, but at least you were getting paid well for it.  The two then walked out to the car and drove to the dance club.

The motion of walking was not nearly as bad for you as being underfoot, there was no pressure to speak of, other than the floss against your wrists and ankles.  The club itself was relatively dark, so it wasn’t as humiliating as being in a well-lit area where everyone could easily see you as a piece of jewelry on Judith’s pretty foot.  The darkness of the club also made it hard for you to see Judith’s vagina, which was disappointing.  Since Judith drove she didn’t drink much, which left Martha free to get drunk, which she took full advantage of.  As the night wore on you would notice Martha stumble or move erratically more and more as she continued to pour more alcohol into her body.  A few hours in, Judith decided to use the restroom, which luckily for you, was well lit.  She walked in and looked in the mirror to check herself out and looked down.  She caught you looking straight up her dress and remembered she wasn’t wearing panties.

“WHY YOU LITTLE PERV!” Judith shouted.

Judith cut the floss off your arms and ankles, then spit out the gum she was chewing into her hand.

“YOU WANNA BE A PERVERT, FINE, ENJOY SOME GUM AND THE INSIDE OF MY SANDAL,” Judith said.

She then pushed your body into the gum, leaving your head and parts of your arms and legs free, then removed her left sandal and placed you in the indent left by her heel.  She then reinserted her foot and you quickly saw her heel descend…

STOMP!

Her heel lifted quickly again…

STOMP!

She then left her heel on top of you, tied the straps and walked out of the bathroom and onto the dance floor with Martha.  The gum had you sticking to the insole of the sandal instead of Judith’s foot, so her heel is what kept coming down on top of you, as opposed to before where you were typically stuck to the sole of Martha or Judith’s foot.  Every time her heel came down you made an effort to kiss or lick at it, hoping she’d go easy on you.  As you quickly found out, with Judith, there was no going easy.  Her heel pounded you and your body became flattened quickly under her weight.  Martha was unaware of your predicament, but happy her friend had joined her on the dance floor to dance with two other college aged fellows.  Judith even cracked a smile, as she was dancing with a man more than ½ her age and had another man of similar age under her sole.  Her heel was not as soft as other parts of her foot you’d had the pleasure of touching, but it was in pretty good condition, considering her age.  The skin was very firm, but not calloused at all.

The dancing continued for what seemed like hours, although it had only been a few songs.  You were impressed with her stamina, as dancing takes it out of a person.  Her foot started sweating after the first song and kept the gum from drying completely.  Her heel was not as moist as her toes and arch, but you still managed to get some sweat in your mouth when you licked her heel.  After the songs, you heard someone yell,

“LAST CALL!”

At that point, Martha finished her drink and the pair left the club.  As they were walking to the car Martha asked,

“HEY, WHERE’S YOUR TOE RING?”

“UGH, THAT PERV KEPT LOOKING UP MY SKIRT, SO I PUT HIM UNDER MY HEEL,” Judith replied.

“OK, JUST MAKING SURE YOU DIDN’T LOSE HIM,” Martha said as she stumbled into the car.

The drive home was uneventful, you were under Judith’s left foot and she wasn’t operating the pedals with that foot, so you just licked and kissed at her firm heel that rarely moved.  As they pulled up to Martha’s house, Judith removed her left sandal and picked the gum off her insole.  “DON’T FORGET THIS,” Judith said handing your gum covered body to Martha.

“EWW, IT’S STILL WET… THANKS FOR THE RIDE THOUGH,” Martha replied.

“IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SAY?” Martha said looking down at you.

“Sorry for looking up your skirt,” you said sheepishly to Judith.

Judith didn’t even notice you talking and wished Martha a goodnight, then drove off.  Martha stumbled into the house and clumsily took her heels off.  She put you on the nightstand and said,

“I’M TOO TIRED TO TAKE CARE OF YOU NOW, I’LL DEAL WITH IT IN THE MORNING.”

She then passed out in bed still wearing her makeup and the dress she put on hours earlier.

You were very hungry, since you hadn’t eaten for a large part of the day and struggled against the gum.  With enough biting, clawing, and even a bit of chewing you managed to tear off the gum enough to move about.  You decided to start exploring and jumped from the nightstand to the carpeted floor.  Since you were ½ an inch tall you had to wade through large carpet fibers and finally made it out of her bedroom.  You then went under the door and waded through more carpet fibers until you got to the kitchen.  The process took so long the sun was coming up.  You managed to find a few crumbs of bread and other food that a normal-sized person might not notice on the floor.  You quickly ate them and were walking back to Martha’s bedroom when you heard footsteps coming.  You looked up and saw a tall, barefoot, blonde girl wearing underwear and a bra.  She looked like a model and the type of girl that wouldn’t give you the time of day when you weren’t at the spa.  You were still in the kitchen but found yourself in a trance as she walked towards you.  As she got closer she looked down at you and squinted.

“EWW, WHAT KIND OF BUG IS THAT?” Emily said as she lifted her right foot in the air.

You knew you should have run, but the 18 year olds beauty had you in a trance and you were unable to move your legs.  As you stared into her sole, you noticed it had a lot less wrinkles than her mother’s foot and her skin looked soft and firm.  You also noticed the long toes, much like Judith’s, you’d guess that Emily was also a size 10 just by looking up at her foot.  She had a few crumbs stuck to her sole, likely from walking around barefoot all the time.  You didn’t notice her sole getting closer as you were examining at it, as you were so fixated on her...

STOMP!

Emily brought down her foot quickly, stepping on you underneath the ball of her foot.  She grinded your body back and forth like she was putting out a cigarette, oddly similar to the way her mother did the night earlier.  A smile formed on Emily’s lips and she put her hands on her hips and started doing a little dance motion as she grinded your body into the linoleum floor.  She lifted her heel in order to put more weight on the ball of her foot and your helpless body.

“EMILY-1, LITTLE BUG-0, HEHEHE.  I GUESS THAT WILL TEACH YOU NOT TO ENTER THIS HOUSE AGAIN.  LET THAT BE A LESSON TO ALL YOU OTHER BUGS…” Emily said, in a mocking, giddy tone.

Emily lifted up her right foot and stepped slightly to the right, as she was going to inspect the bug’s remains.  Again, you found yourself stuck another woman’s foot as she lifted it off the ground.

“WHAT?  NO GUTS OR ANYTHING, I FELT HIM UNDER MY FOOT,” Emily said confused.

She then lifted her foot and put her hand on the counter for balance as she turned her right sole upward. 

“HOW ARE YOU NOT SQUISHED?” Emily inquired, not really expecting an answer.

You tried to respond but were flattened and still in a daze, the best you could do was lick her sole.

“HMM, WELL I DON’T KNOW WHAT KIND OF BUG YOU ARE, BUT YOU FEEL GOOD UNDER MY FOOT AND YOUR LITTLE BUG TONGUE FEELS GOOD ON MY SOLE SO YOU CAN JOIN ME FOR SOFTBALL PRACTICE TODAY.  IT’S MY DAY TO PITCH…  LOOK AT ME, TALKING TO A BUG,” Emily said.

“No!” you screamed as Emily lowered her foot back to the ground, but she didn’t hear you.

“OH CRAP, I MESSED AROUND WITH THAT STUPID BUG, NOW I DON’T HAVE TIME TO EAT BREAKFAST,” Emily said as she went to the refrigerator, opened up a carton of orange juice and drank from it.  She took a couple swigs, then put the carton back and walked toward her bedroom.  The linoleum floor making you flatter and flatter with each footstep she took.

She entered her bedroom and found her blue knee high socks.  She held them up to her nose and said,

“UGH, I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE WASHED MY SOCKS…  WELL, I GUESS THESE WILL HAVE TO DO, HOPE YOU LIKE THE SMELL LITTLE BUG.”

Emily then placed her left foot inside the sock, then found the other sock and inserted her right foot, along with you, her little bug...  As you went inside, the smell was intense, even more than yesterday when her toes played with you.  It smelled of stale sweat, musk, and like vinegar.  She inserted her foot completely and you felt the bottom of her sock on your back.  To your amazement it was still moist from her practice yesterday.  You continued breathing in the scent and were quickly getting light-headed.  She wiggled her toes in excitement about having a little bug to cushion her footsteps for practice, as she sat back and enjoyed the moment.

‘I’m wheezy, and she doesn’t even have her shoes on,’ you thought to yourself.  Emily quickly put on her practice pants and practice jersey, grabbed her hat and cleats and ran for the door.  She heard a honk as her teammates were picking her up for practice. 

The car ride in her cleats was uneventful, except for the fact it was already a hot day and her feet had started to perspire.  The cleats had more give than you expected, so you knew her walking wouldn’t be too bad on your body, you weren’t sure about when she started running though…  When the car stopped, the girls got out and walked to the diamond to start stretching.  You were hoping for a short practice, but knowing your luck, that seemed unlikely.  You heard loud talking outside the cleat, likely the coach, and you thought you heard the word “sprints”.  A few moments later, you realized your hearing was correct as Emily’s foot was quickly rising, descending, and treading on your body.  This continued for nearly half an hour as the cleat heated up and you began licking her sole for hydration.  During the sprints, even her socks were pasted to her soles, and you were pretty sure Emily was going to have to peel you off the ball of her foot in order for you to escape her clutches.  Finally, you heard a whistle blow and the coach shout to get some water.  Emily and the other girls ran to a water cooler and drank their fill of water while you licked at her sole.  ‘Wish I could drink some water, instead of being under this pretty girl’s sweaty, smelly feet,’ you thought to yourself.  You heard another whistle blow and heard ‘simulated game’ and ‘5 innings’.  Emily then stepped onto the pitcher’s mound and threw the first pitch.  You felt her standing on top of you, then she shifted weight to her left foot while lifting the foot you were under, her arm came downward, letting go of the ball, then her foot landed on top of you.  You would get to know this motion, at least the part involving her right foot, very well as it continued throughout the first inning and subsequent innings.  Emily struck out the side in the first inning and you felt her walking back to the dugout.  Emily was also the team’s best batter and batted 3rd in the lineup.  After the first batter hit a single, Emily stepped into the batter’s box and started taking practice swings.  She batted right handed, so she would shift all her weight onto the foot you were under, while swinging the bat and moving her weight forward to her left foot.  After taking a few practice swings and watching the batter before her fly out, she stepped up to the plate.  She got ahead in the count 3-0, then hit a long fly ball that landed on the warning track.  As soon as she hit the ball she took off running, stomping on your body and earning herself a triple, while batting in a run.  The next batter knocked her in, and she ran to home.  Before touching home plate, she jumped in the air and landed hard with both feet, flattening you further under her sole.  The game continued and Emily dominated on both sides, she struck out 10 of the 15 batters she faced and allowed no hits.  She went 2 for 3 on offense and hit a homerun in the 4th inning.  After the game your body was completely drenched in her sweat and you were licking her sole aggressively to try to stay hydrated.  You had just spent more than 2 hours under the teenage beauty’s sole while she played softball.  As Emily walked off the field you heard the coach praise her saying ‘that’s why you’re the ace and bat third’.  Following a short pep-talk from the coach, which you paid no attention to, Emily and her friends walked back to the car and she was dropped off at home.  She walked into the house and immediately removed her cleats as she walked into her room.  Emily let them fall to the ground, then she took off her jersey and pants.  She was only wearing her underwear, bra, and socks now.  She peeled the left sock off her foot and even the top of it was a bit moist, while the bottom was completely wet.  She held the sock up to her face and smelled it.

“OH MY GOSH, THIS REEKS!” she exclaimed.

She removed the sock on her right foot and examined her sole to see if you survived.  As her foot was removed from the sock you felt a cool breeze hit your body and you could breathe a little easier since fresh air was more abundant.  You continued licking her sole and heard a giggle.  As you turned your head, you saw her beautiful face smiling down at you.  Her hair was matted down and wet with sweat and her face was sweaty too, but she still looked beautiful from your position.

“YOU ARE ONE TOUGH LITTLE BUG, YOU KNOW THAT?  A LOT OF BUGS DON’T LAST PAST THE FIRST STOMP AND YOU MADE IT ALL THE WAY THROUGH PRACTICE…  THAT WAS ONE OF MY BEST PRACTICES TOO, LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE MY LITTLE GOOD LUCK UNDERFOOT BUG, SO I’M GOING TO HOLD ONTO YOU FOR AWHILE,” Emily said.

She then took of her bra and panties and you saw her completely naked, which caused you instant arousal.  You wanted to say something, anything, but the sight of the beautiful naked giantess kept you from talking.

“WELL THEN, MY LITTLE BUG, I’M GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER NOW, BUT SINCE YOU LIKED LICKING MY FOOT SO MUCH, I’LL LET YOU STAY IN MY SOCKS AND GET ALL THE SWEAT YOU WANT, AREN’T I AWESOME?  …JEEZ, I NEED TO MAKE MORE FRIENDS, I’M STILL TALKING TO THIS BUG AS IF IT WERE A PERSON…” Emily trailed off as she peeled your body off her sole and placed you in one of her socks.  You tumbled down to the toe area, where much of her sweat was and she laid the sock on her hamper, so you would have to climb up the entire length of the sock to get out.  She then walked into the bathroom and you heard the shower turn on.  You started to suck some of the sweat out of the sock as the day’s efforts still left you dehydrated and her sweat was a poor substitute for water.  You heard the bedroom door open and you tried to see what was going on, but the sock fibers were too thick.  You then felt the sock jostle around as if someone had picked it up.  As you looked up into the opening of the sock you could see Martha’s face looking down at you.

“YOU’VE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO MISTER…” you heard Martha say.

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Martha grabbed the toe section of Emily’s sock and lifted it up.  You tumbled downward out of the sock and into Martha’s waiting hand.  As soon as you hit her hand it closed around you, Martha then put the sock back on the hamper and left the room quietly.  She took you back to her room and opened her hand and stared down at you.

“WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY DAUGHTER’S SOCK?” Martha asked sternly.

“I got hungry and tried to find some crumbs to eat in the kitchen then she walked in and thought I was a bug and stepped on me.  I ended up stuck to her foot until she went to take a shower,” you replied.

“SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE A BUG, HAHAHA, THAT IS TOO FUNNY,” Martha said giggling.

“WELL, I’M SURE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON, I CAN’T IMAGINE IT BEING TOO MUCH FUN STUCK UNDERNEATH HER FEET WHILE SHE PRACTICED.  NOW, I’M GOING BACK TO BED, BE A GOOD BOY AND PAMPER MY FEET FOR ME,” Martha said as she placed you on the bed.

“Hey! Wait!” you yelled.

“WHAT NOW?” Martha asked.

“I’ve had enough of this, the spa is closing in a few hours, this rental period is over,” you said.

“OH, IS THAT SO?” Martha inquired.

“Yes, I’m not doing anything else for you,” you stated.

“WELL, I GUESS NOW IS AS GOOD AS TIME AS ANY TO TELL YOU,” Martha said.

“Tell me what?” you asked.

“I DIDN’T RENT YOU, I BOUGHT YOU, I PAID THE DESK CLERK TO MAKE SURE IT LOOKED LIKE YOU RAN OFF,” Martha replied.

“You can’t do that, I’m a person!” you shouted.

“ACCORDING TO MY DAUGHTER YOU’RE A BUG, AND JUDITH SAYS YOU’RE A FOOTSLAVE.  I’D SAY YOU’RE MORE OF A PET,” Martha said.

“No!  Take me back now!” you shouted.

“THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, NOW START PAMPERING MY SOLES!” Martha commanded.

“No way, you bitch!” you retorted.

“UGH, I GUESS WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO DO THIS THE HARD WAY THEN…” sighed Martha.

Martha then shoved you into her house shoe and placed her foot in the shoe, on top of you.  She then gave you few hard stomps under her heel as she grabbed her cell phone.  ‘Like a few stomps in this soft shoe is going to convince me to be her foot pet,’ you thought to yourself.  You heard her talking on the phone from inside the shoe, but couldn’t make anything out.  Martha’s foot lifted out of the shoe and you were stuck under her left heel.  She lifted her heel slightly and stood in front of her full length mirror as she turned her head and looked at you in the mirror.

“JUDITH AND I ARE GOING FOR A NICE, LONG JOG AND YOU GET TO JOIN US,” Martha said.

With that she pulled out a pair of white socks from the dresser drawer and placed them on both her feet.  You found yourself encased within a white sock as Martha changed clothes into a white tank top and pink running shorts.  Martha put her shoes on and walked out the door.  She didn’t start running immediately, but stretched out a bit.  You awaited her running and hoped she wasn’t in very good shape…  She quickly took off and you felt a similar motion to what you had experienced with her daughter a few hours before.  Martha wasn’t as quick as Emily, but she could keep a good pace and ran all the way to Judith’s house, which was a mile and a half away.  Her foot had already begun to heat up and was already sweating on your body.  As she met Judith you felt Martha’s foot lift from the shoe and she peeled her sock back.

“THIS LITTLE GUY THINKS HE’S NOT MY PET, AND HE CALLED ME A BITCH,” Martha said to Judith while pointing at her heel.

“WELL, HE NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT SOME MANNERS…” Judith said condescendingly.

“YOU WANT TO TEACH HIM SOME?” Martha asked.

“SURE, I’LL PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE,” Judith said.

Judith removed her foot from her shoe and pulled down her sock to her heel and Martha placed you inside.  Judith pulled up the sock and re-inserted her foot in her shoe, leaving you under her right heel.  She stomped down a few times on your body, flattening you out a bit more.

“KISS AND LICK MY SOLE!” Judith shouted.

You didn’t budge, she kept stomping you defenseless body flatter and flatter but you remained resolute.  Finally you heard the two talking and they started running again.  The running seemed to last an eternity.  Judith’s sole went from bone dry to sopping wet during the run and, like earlier with Emily, her sock was pasted to her sole and your back.  The heat and the dehydration were getting to you.  You wanted to stay strong, but you thought you might die of heat stroke so you started to lick Judith’s sole.  At first you wanted to just get your lips and tongue wet, but after you tasted the sweat you wanted more, and you couldn’t control yourself.  You licked at her heel aggressively, trying to get each drop of sweat you could.  After you started licking her sole the run quickly came to an end.  The two had been running back and forth between each other’s houses waiting for you to get so dehydrated you’d follow Judith’s order.  They walked inside Martha’s house and they both kicked off their shoes.  Judith pulled her sock down past her heel, but left it on the rest of her foot.  She was standing on the linoleum floor and start stomping you into the floor and grinding your body.

“TOLD YOU I’D HAVE HIM LICKING MY SOLE,” Judith said to Martha.

“GOOD WORK GIRL!  BUT THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST PART OF HIS PET TRAINING,” Martha replied.

Judith peeled your body off her heel and handed you to Martha.  Martha got out a roll of duct tape and tore off a piece, then cut the piece into a small strip.  She placed the strip over your eyes.  She repeated the process and put a strip onto your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose.  Emily walked into the room and saw what was going on.

“HEY, THAT’S THE BUG FROM EARLIER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM?” Emily asked.

“WE’RE GOING TO PLAY A LITTLE GAME.  IF YOU WANT TO PLAY, THEN GO OUTSIDE AND RUN 2 MILES AS FAST AS YOU CAN… OH, AND USE YOUR SOFTBALL SOCKS,” Martha said.

Emily ran to her room, quickly changed her clothes, put on her socks and shoes and ran out the door.  Martha then got out a cutting board and taped your body to the middle of it using the duct tape.  You were laid out spread eagle taped at the wrists and ankles again.

“WHY DON’T WE GO INTO THE LIVING ROOM?” Martha said to Judith.

Martha carried the cutting board into the living room and Judith followed.  She placed the board on the carpet in front of one of the couches.  Just then, Emily came walking into the house with her hands on her knees panting.

“WOW, 11 MINUTES.  COME SIT ON THE COUCH HONEY AND LEAVE YOUR SOCKS ON,” Martha said.

Emily then took a seat next to Martha.

“EMILY, THIS IS KYLE, HE’S A SHRUNKEN PERSON, BUT YOU CAN STILL TREAT HIM LIKE A BUG IF YOU WANT,” Martha said.

“WHOA, COOL,” Emily replied

“HE’S BEEN VERY BAD AND WE’RE GOING TO TEACH HIM A LESSON.  WE’RE GOING TO PLAY THE SMELLING GAME.  KYLE HERE IS GAGGED SO HE CAN’T BREATH OUT HIS MOUTH AND HE’S BLINDFOLDED, SO HE CAN’T SEE.  WE’LL ALL TAKE TURNS PUTTING OUR FEET ON HIM AND THEN REMOVE THE GAG TO LET HIM GUESS WHOSE FOOT HE WAS SMELLING.  TO SWEETEN THE POT, IF YOU GUESS ALL OF US RIGHT ON THE FIRST TRY, I’LL TAKE YOU BACK TO THE SPA.  HOWEVER, EACH WRONG GUESS IS AN EXTRA DAY OF TRAINING,” Martha instructed.

You got nervous, as this could be your chance to go free. 

“OK LADIES, TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS,” Martha said.

As you were breathing the scent of musk and vinegar caught your senses.  One of the women was bringing their foot closer to you.  You tried to inhale deeply, but the smell and fumes made you light headed.  The foot was so close to your body you could feel the heat emanating from the woman’s sole.  ‘If only she’d step on me, maybe I could tell from touching her sole,’ you thought to yourself.  You tried to shake it off and concentrate on whose foot it was.  You heard Martha say

“OK, A FEW MORE WHIFFS, AND THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO GUESS.  OH, AND IF YOU GUESS WRONG, THE FOOT YOU SMELLED IS GOING TO STOMP YOU,” Martha giggled.

You inhaled as deeply as you could and thought about it, it was either Martha or Judith, but you couldn’t tell.  Then the foot retracted and you were breathing fresh air again.

“OK, LITTLE BUG, WHOSE FOOT WAS IT?” Martha asked, as she removed the tape around your mouth.

“Uh… yours… Martha!” you shouted.

“WRONG!  HERE COMES THE OWNER’S FOOT,” you heard Martha say.

STOMP!

Then the foot lifted again…

STOMP!

Then again…

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

The foot came down on you over and over again, pressing the sweat into your body and flattening you further and further every time.  After the last stomp Judith kept her foot on your body and stood in a conquering pose.  As she lifted her foot your body stuck to her sole started to lift into the air and stretched out your wrists and ankles.  However, the tape was stronger than the sweat adhering you to her sole and you fell back to the cutting board with a soft thud.

“WOW, HE LOOKS AS FLAT AS A PIECE OF PAPER,” Emily said.

“HMM, THAT WILL BE A FUN GAME, WE’LL SEE HOW FLAT WE CAN STOMP HIM, BUT LET’S FINISH THIS ONE FIRST,” Martha said.

Martha then put the tape back on your mouth and said,

“YOU GOT THAT ONE WRONG MY LITTLE PET, SO WE’LL BE TRAINING YOU TOMORROW TOO.”

After a few moments another foot came near you.  You were breathing heavily from the stomping, but could recognize the musk, vinegary smell.  You quickly could tell it was Emily’s foot by the scent.  Also, the foot didn’t smell as strong as the previous one and you knew that both Martha’s and Judith’s feet would smell bad, whereas Emily’s foot had only been sweating for a couple minutes, since she showered recently.  Her foot was very close to you and as she wiggled her toes, one of them brushed your face, causing her to giggle.

“OK, ONE LAST WHIFF,” Martha said.

You didn’t need any more time to know whose foot it was, but were forced to inhale Emily’s scent anyways.  The foot retracted and the tape was peeled off your mouth again.

“WHOSE FOOT WAS IT?” Martha asked.

“Emily’s,” you said softly.

“AWW, DARNIT… WELL SINCE YOU KNOW MY FEET SO WELL WHY DON’T YOU KISS MY TOES?”  Emily said as she placed her big toe on your face.

You realized she wasn’t asking you a question and didn’t prefer being stomped, so you leaned up and kissed it.

“NOW THIS ONE,” Emily said moving the next toe on your face.

She continued until you had kissed all her toes.

“THAT WASN’T TOO BAD WAS IT?” she asked.

“No, it wasn’t,” you answered.

“ALRIGHT, WELL, I’M GOING TO GO OUTSIDE AND RUN BACK FORTH AND GET MY FEET NICE AND SWEATY FOR YOU FOR THE NEXT GAME,” Emily said as she put her socks and shoes back on and went outside.

Martha put the tape back on your mouth and the process repeated.  Another foot came closer and the scent invaded your nostrils.  It smelled exactly like before, but you breathed deeply to make sure.  After a few deep breathes you were sure of it, it had to be Judith again.

“OK LITTLE PET, WHO IS IT?” Martha said as she removed the tape.

“Judith!” you yelled.

“CORRECT,” Martha said.

You were relieved you’d only have to spend one more day in this kind of training, but wished you had guessed Judith the first time, maybe you’d be back at the spa getting enlarged by now…

“NOW SMELL MY FEET, PET!” Martha said as she placed the tape back on your mouth and lowered both her feet toward you. 

The smell was just as bad as Judith’s feet, maybe worse, and got you very light headed.  It was as if the smell cut through the air and went straight to your brain causing instant pain.  She started to play with your body under her feet.  First using her toes, then playfully and softly stepping on you with the balls of her feet and then her heels.  After about ten minutes of playing with you she said,

“I LOVE HOW YOUR BODY FEELS UNDER MY FEET, IT’S AS IF YOU WERE MADE TO BE UNDER MY SOLES.”

Martha then removed you from the cutting board and handed you to Judith who enclosed her hand around you.  Martha put the board up to her face and smelled it,

“EWW, I’M GLAD I HAVE A SPARE CUTTING BOARD, BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW IF ANY AMOUNT OF WASHING IS GOING TO GET THIS SMELL OUT,” she said smiling.

Martha placed the cutting board on the counter and opened the door and called her daughter back in.

They both walked back to the couch and Martha said,

“THE NEXT GAME IS LIKE HIDE AND SEEK, ONLY A LITTLE DIFFERENT, I’LL SET UP A ‘FORT’ AREA THAT THIS LITTLE GUY HAS TO GET TO AND WE HAVE TO TRY TO STOP HIM BY STEPPING ON HIM.”

Martha went to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic container and placed it upside down on the linoleum floor.

“IF HE TOUCHES THIS CONTAINER, HE WINS.  WE’LL PLAY FIVE TIMES AND IF YOU WIN MORE TIMES THAN THE THREE OF US COMBINED, I’LL TAKE YOU BACK TO THE SPA,” Martha said as she walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

That was incentive enough for you to try to win.  She set you down at their feet and said,

“WE’LL COUNT TO 100, THEN WE’LL GO LOOKING FOR YOU.  STARTING... NOW!

1…2…3…4…”

You got the idea to head straight for the container and got 1/3 of the way there before they reached 100.  The women then started whispering to themselves and you continued running through the carpet fibers to the plastic container.  The women started looking in the living room for you, but you were almost out of that area already.  Finally, you made it to the kitchen and took off on a mad dash to the container.  One of the women noticed you, but you had a large lead and dove to the container before her foot could land you.

“I won,” you said.

“THAT’S ONLY ONE TIME, GOTTA WIN TWO MORE LITTLE BUG,” Emily replied.

She picked you up and carried you back to the couch, where she dropped you to the floor and the counting started again.  You employed the same tactic and headed straight for the plastic container.  Again, you managed to make it just in time.  ‘I wonder if they are letting me win,’ you thought to yourself.  Martha carried you back to the couch and dropped you off and said,

“YOU ONLY HAVE TO WIN ONE MORE TIME…1…2…3…”

You tried running for the container yet again, but this time as soon as they reached 100, they moved toward you.  You saw Emily walking slowly behind you, then she lifted her right foot and placed it on the ground directly in front of you with her heel in the air, so you could see her arch.  As you looked up you could see her heel above you.

“BETTER RUN IF YOU DON’T WANT MY BIG, MEAN, SMELLY FOOT TO STOMP YOU!” Emily said jokingly.

You tried to sprint to the side, but she quickly lowered her foot…

STOMP!

She then grinded your body under her heel.

“TEE HEE, YOU LOSE LITTLE BUG.  BETTER TRY HARDER NEXT TIME,” Emily teased.

Your body stuck to her heel as she walked back to the couch.  She rubbed her sole against the carpet attempting to pry you free but it took a few moments.

“YOU MUST REALLY LIKE MY FEET, BUG.  THAT’S OK, BECAUSE MY FEET LIKE YOU TOO,” Emily said down to you.

Finally, your body fell off her sole and the counting started again.  You decided to run for cover instead of going straight for the container.  You made your way to one of bar stools just outside the kitchen.  However, your body was tired from all the running and being tread on by a pretty teenager’s foot.  As you heard ‘100’ you were still far from the stool and decided to try to lay down in the carpet and hopefully the women wouldn’t see you.  You heard the women get up and start looking for you.  You laid still for a moment and noticed a shadow forming over your position.

STOMP!

A foot, you guessed Martha’s, came down on you pressing you into the fibers.  ‘Wow, I just got stepped on and they didn’t even feel it,’ you thought to yourself.  You crawled through the carpet fibers and slowly made your way to the stool.  You stood up and hid behind one of the legs of the bar stool as the women passed by.  You noticed they seemed to be looking the other direction and started running toward the plastic container.  As soon as you got on the linoleum floor you saw a shadow form around you.  You sped up, but it was not enough…

STOMP!

“THAT’S TWO,” Judith said.

She lifted her foot off the linoleum and you heard the suction noise of her soft sole lifting off of the hard surface.  Again, you were stuck under the ball of her left foot as she made her way back to the coach.

“GOOD JOB JUDITH, WAY TO STOMP THAT BUG!” Emily said, giving Judith a high five.

Judith sat on the couch and moved her right foot closer to her left sole and used the big toe nail on her right foot to pry you loose from her sole.  You tumbled to the ground and looked up at Martha.

“THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE MY PET… 1…2…3…,” Martha said.

You decided that it might be a good idea to crawl through the carpet all the way there since they couldn’t see you.  You ran as far as you could until you heard ‘100’, then got down into the carpet and crawled.  It took what felt like an eternity and you did get stepped on unknowingly by the women a few times, but you hadn’t been seen.  You got to the edge of the carpet, stepped onto the linoleum floor, and looked up.  You looked defeat right in the face… or foot rather. as each of the three women was standing in front of the container on one foot with the other raised up ready to step on you.

“WE WATCHED YOU CRAWL THROUGH THE CARPET, WE WEREN’T SURE IF YOU’D EVER MAKE IT TO THE KITCHEN,” Emily teased.

“WE LET YOU WIN THE FIRST TWO TIMES TO MAKE SURE YOU KEPT TRYING.  NOW SINCE WE’RE SO NICE, WE THOUGHT WE’D LET YOU PICK WHICH FOOT GETS TO STEP ON YOU.  JUST WALK UNDER WHICH OF OUR FEET YOU’D PREFER TO BE STOMPED WITH AND WE’LL DO THE REST,” Martha said as she wiggled her toes.

“PICK ME, MY FOOT IS SO NICE AND SOFT,” Emily said as she winked at you.

“YOUNG LADY, MINE ARE THE PRETTIEST,” Martha replied.

“MY FEET ARE PRETTIER THAN YOURS,” Judith said.

As the three talked, you tried to sneak past, but Emily put her foot down blocking your path.

“HEY, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?  NOW HURRY UP AND PICK A FOOT OR ALL THREE OF US ARE GOING TO STEP ON YOU!” Emily said.

You hung your head down and walked under Martha’s foot, hoping she’d be easier on you than Judith or Emily.

“SEE, I TOLD YOU MY FEET WERE THE PRETTIEST,” Martha said in a giddy tone.

She quickly brought her foot down, pinning you under the ball of her right foot and grinding your body back and forth.

‘Well, this sucks, I wonder what the next game is,’ you thought to yourself as the middle aged woman’s foot dominated your powerless body.

Martha finished grinding your body into the ground and as she lifted her foot to start walking back to the couch, you found your body plastered to her sole again.

“ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR NEW GAMES LADIES?” Martha asked.

“HOW ABOUT WE SEE HOW FAST WE CAN… UH… MILK HIM?” Emily said sheepishly.

“AWW, THAT’D BE FUN, BUT HE’D PROBABLY LIKE THAT, AND WE’RE TRAINING HIM, REMEMBER?  AFTER TOMORROW IS OVER AND HE’S PROVED TO ME HE’S READY TO BE MY PET FOREVER, THEN MAYBE HE’LL GET THE REWARDS AN OBEDIENT PET GETS,” Martha said as she wiggled her toes in a teasing manner.

“HOW ABOUT WE STOMP HIM AND SEE WHO CAN GET HIM THE FLATTEST?” Judith said.

“OH, THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN,” Emily said.

“I AGREE,” Martha said.

“ME FIRST, ME FIRST,” Emily replied.

“ALRIGHT SWEETIE, YOU CAN GO FIRST.  NOW YOU GET 3 MINUTES TO CRUSH HIM AS FLAT AS YOU CAN, THEN WE’LL MEASURE,” Martha instructed.

Martha peeled your body off her sole and handed you to her daughter.

“OK…GO!” Martha said.

Emily quickly ran into her bedroom, threw you in her softball sock and put both socks on.  She positioned your body under her heel and slid her shoes on and double knotted them, then ran out the door.

“LET ME KNOW WHEN THREE MINUTES IS UP,” Emily yelled as the door closed.

She ran back and forth in front of the house for the full three minutes, pummeling your body under her increasingly sweaty, and smelly, heel.  ‘How could a girl this beautiful produce a smell this bad,’ you found yourself wondering between footfalls.

“ALRIGHT, TIME’S UP,” you heard.

Emily walked back into the house stomping on you hard with every step.  She quickly removed her right shoe and sock and peeled your body off.  She placed you on the table, while Martha got out a ruler that had millimeter measurements on it.  You wanted to struggle, but the trampling and other games had left you exhausted.

“WOW, TWO MILLIMETERS, THAT WILL BE TOUGH TO BEAT,” Martha said.

“HOW ABOUT WE MAKE THIS INTERESTING AND THE WINNER OF THIS GAME GETS TO TAKE HIM HOME FOR THE NIGHT AND CONTINUE THE TRAINING TOMORROW?” Judith said.

“SURE, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A FUN BET,” Martha said.

You got a bit worried, Martha, and even Emily, weren’t that bad to you, but Judith would totally own you if she got to keep you.

“WHY DON’T YOU GO NEXT?” Judith said to Martha.

“ALRIGHT,” Martha said.

“I’LL START… NOW,” Martha continued as she raced with you into the kitchen and placed you on the cutting board.

She then hastily taped your body to it and placed it on the ground.  She lifted her heel on you and brought it down several times in a row without delay.  Martha then grinded your body into the board for about thirty seconds.  She then started having fun with the game and danced around on you for a bit.  You’d see a light pink pad quickly step on you then the light from the kitchen light bulb high above you, then her soft, firm sole would descend upon your body again.  This continued for another minute.  As Martha realized time was running out she started jumping on your body with both feet.  You even heard Emily cheering her on,

“THAT A WAY MOM, STOMP THAT BUG!”

“OH I AM,” said Martha and the two giggled.

Time then ran out and they put you on the table to measure you.

“DANG, ONLY THREE MILLIMETERS… I GUESS MY FEET ARE JUST TOO SOFT,” Martha said jokingly.

“YOUR TURN JUDITH,” Emily said handing you over to Judith.

“OK… GO!” Martha said.

Judith casually went into the living room and put on her socks.  Then went to the door and put her shoes on.  She then tore off four pieces of tape and taped you to the bottom of her running shoe.  You were positioned under the heel section of her size 10 shoe.  This process took her nearly a minute.  She got up and walked out the door and you quickly realized that she was going to win.  The pressure from being outside the shoe was much greater than inside.  These women had soft soles which provided some give and the shoe’s insole was also forgiving.  The shoe’s sole and the pavement provided no give and mercilessly sandwiched your body with each stride Judith made.  The pavement also felt like it was scratching your back with each step.  The two minutes felt like an hour as Judith jogged back and forth in front of the house.

“TIME’S UP,” you heard Emily say.

Judith walked slowly back into the house and peeled your body off the sole of her shoe.  She placed you on the table and Martha measured.

“WOW, HE IS FLAT… AND REALLY DIRTY,” Emily said.

“ONE MILLIMETER!” Martha exclaimed.

“WOW, YOU REALLY STOMPED HIM FLAT, CONGRATS,” Emily said.

“WHAT CAN I SAY, I KNOW HOW TO PUT MEN IN THEIR PLACE, ESPECIALLY PATHETIC ONES LIKE THIS ONE,” Judith replied.

“WELL, YOU GET HIM FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT AND TOMORROW.  BRING HIM BACK AFTER YOU GET OFF WORK, ALRIGHT?” Martha said.

“SURE THING, AND DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME GOING ON EASY ON HIM, HE WILL BE BEGGING TO KISS YOUR FEET TOMORROW,” Judith replied.

“YOU?  GO EASY?  I’M NOT WORRIED,” Martha laughed.

“WELL, I BETTER GET GOING,” Judith said.

She took her left shoe off and turned it over.  Then placed your body where the ball of her foot would land and taped you facing the shoe.

“WHOA, YOUR SHOES STINK,” Martha joked.

“YEA, THEY STINK FROM RUNNING FASTER THAN YOU,” Judith teased back.

Judith smiled and finished taping you to her shoe, then said,

“THAT SPOT WHERE YOUR HEAD IS BETTER BE CLEAN BY THE TIME I GET HOME, OR THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES…”

You desperately tried to speak up to Martha,

“Ok, ok, I’ll be your pet Mar…,” you said as Judith lowered her shoe covered foot to the ground and walked out the door.

Judith kept up a good pace all the way home and you licked at the sole of her shoe between each body crunching step she took on you.  ‘I hope my body recovers from wounds as quickly as I do from being stepped on,’ you thought to yourself.

The run was the same pounding motion you had felt from earlier, only this time much longer.  As Judith got home she was sweating again.  She removed her shoes and your body from her left shoe.  She looked at the area your face occupied closely.

“I SEE YOU FOLLOWED ORDERS, IT’S GOOD YOU ARE LEARNING YOUR POSITION,” Judith said.

She placed the shoes on their side and put you on the ground next to them.

“I AM GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER.  YOU WILL LICK MY SHOES UNTIL THEY ARE COMPLETELY CLEAN,” Judith commanded.

She then walked out of the room and left you to your task.  Your stomach was hurting from lack of food and you knew if you disobeyed that you be punished severely.  You sucked it up and started licking along the sole of her left shoe.  You continued licking the grim and dust from Judith’s running shoe for two hours.  Your tongue was starting to go raw, but then you heard Judith walk behind you.

“UGH, TWO HOURS AND ONLY ONE SHOE DONE… YOU ARE ABOUT WORTHLESS YOU KNOW THAT?” Judith said with her hands on her hips looking down at you.

“I’m sorry Judith, I’ll try better ne...,” you said as Judith lifted her barefoot and stepped on you.

“DO NOT CALL ME JUDITH, THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE CALL ME, YOU ARE A SLAVE, CALL ME EITHER MASTER, GODDESS JUDITH, OR QUEEN JUDITH… AND THAT GOES THE SAME FOR ALL WOMEN,” Judith said.

Somehow you didn’t stick to her foot when she lifted her sole off your body.

“Yes, Queen Judith,” you replied.

She grabbed your body and went to the sink.  You were dirty from having been between her running shoe’s sole and the pavement.  She turned on the water and roughly scrubbed much of the dirt off your body.  She placed you to the side and turned off the water.  She quickly dried her hands and your body.

She picked you up and headed for her bedroom.  She placed you on the bed and pulled out a pair of white socks.  She held the sock open and said,

“GET IN.  YOU WILL BE SPENDING THE NIGHT UNDER MY SOLES.  YOU WILL KISS AND LICK THEM ALL NIGHT AND IF I FEEL YOU NOT DOING AS ORDERED, TOMORROW WILL BE MUCH WORSE THAN I ALREADY HAVE PLANNED.” Judith said.

You ran into the sock’s opening and she tilted the sock down.  You saw five toes, each with nails painted black enter the sock.  You jostled around and ended up on top of her foot as she put it on.

“GET UNDER MY SOLE AND START LICKING NOW, I WANT TO HAVE DREAMS ABOUT A PATHETIC LITTLE SLAVE OBEDIENTLY PLEASING HIS MASTER’S FEET WHILE SHE GOES ABOUT HER DAY,” Judith said.

Her sock was wrapped tightly around her foot, but you crawled under her sole and started kissing and licking at her soft skin.  They smelled nice, like soap a woman would use, and her skin was still silky soft.  She placed her feet on the bed and under the covers, encasing you in total darkness and laid her head on the pillow.  You continued your task and were thankful she didn’t have you clean her shoes all night instead…

You licked Judith’s sole for hours, but your body craved sleep, even if you only needed a couple hours due to the strengthening process involved in shrinking.  You eventually dozed off with your face resting against her soft skin at the base of her big and second toes.  The smell was comforting and the heat emanating from her sole gave you enough warmth to fall into a very peaceful sleep.  You started having a dream about serving Martha’s feet, being her insole as she went about the day.  You were even aroused as you dreamt of her beautiful wrinkly sole crushing your body as you willingly licked her skin.  At the end of a long day of cushioning her foot, she let you out of her shoe and you saw Emily and Judith.  Both of them looked beautiful and you ran to their feet to give them kisses too.  All of a sudden you found yourself sandwiched between Judith’s toes and sole, as she had lowered her toes down on your sleeping body.

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THAN THIS.  TOMORROW THE TRAINING WILL BE RAMPED UP, NOW YOU BETTER STOP SLEEPING ON THE JOB AND GET BACK TO WORK!” Judith commanded.

Judith loosened her vice like grip on your defenseless body and you quickly got back to work.  You started thinking about your dream, ‘do I really want that?’ you wondered as you were kissing Judith’s arch.  ‘These women are pretty, especially Emily, and their feet are good looking too, these feet are soft and beautiful,’ you continued thinking.  As your thoughts continued you found yourself getting aroused by licking Judith’s sole.  You thought about the idea of licking her sole while she pleasured herself, knowing that you were contributing to this attractive cougar’s orgasm, while she held absolute power over you.  These thoughts made you even hornier, but you realized acting on these thoughts would be a bad idea, because she would make the day’s training harder on you.

Judith felt your member grow hard and was fully aware of what was going on.  A smile formed over her lips as she realized you were like putty in her hands… or under her feet, rather.  Judith knew she was pressing your buttons the right way and that she’d have you trained properly by the end of the day.  You kept up your work, with a raging erection for the next hour.  You felt her foot shift out from under the sheets and onto the floor.  You were caught by surprise and ended up under Judith’s heel as her socked foot hit the carpet.  She lifted her foot to take a step forward and you realized your body was already stuck to her sole.  You kept kissing and licking her heel as Judith got ready for her day.  For the next thirty minutes your body was walked and stood upon by Judith’s heel.  You found that you still had an erection.  ‘I’ve never felt like this before, maybe I do want to be the property of these women,’ you kept thinking.  You felt Judith’s foot lift up and her sock fly past your body.  She then moved her foot up and placed it on her knee and peeled your body off.  She placed your flattened body on the bed next to her and put on some black stockings.  As you laid next to her on the bed, you noticed she was already wearing a blue dress and had applied her makeup.

“Wow… You’re beautiful,” you let slip from your lips without thinking.

“I KNOW, SLAVE, BUT THAT’S GOOD, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS GIVE YOUR FEMALE MASTERS COMPLIMENTS, WHEN YOU AREN’T BUSY PAMPERING THEM, THAT IS,” Judith said as she finished putting on her stockings.

“NOW, I WAS GOING TO WEAR YOU IN MY STOCKINGS TODAY WHILE I MET WITH CLIENTS, BUT SINCE YOU DISOBEYED A DIRECT ORDER, I’VE DECIDED YOU WILL BE PUNISHED BY BEING UNDERNEATH MY HIGH HEEL,” Judith said as she lifted a blue high heel shoe.

“LAY DOWN ON THE SHOE’S SOLE AREA SO I CAN TAPE YOUR BODY TO IT,” Judith commanded.

You found your erection had not gone away and you sprinted quickly to the sole of the shoe and laid down.  Judith applied strips of tape to your body, as she did the night earlier, turned the shoe over and placed her foot inside.  You realized that she had taped you under her right heel and she’d be using the shoe to operate the pedals in her car.  She then placed her foot in her left heel and turned her right heel over to make sure your body was still taped in place, which it was.

“IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING THAT YOU LICK THE SOLE,” Judith said commandingly.

You quickly got the hint and she placed both her feet on the carpet and walked towards the door.  She grabbed her keys and purse by the door, then walked out the door, locking it behind her and made her way to her car.  Once your body hit the pavement you felt the sandwiching effect that happened last night which led to Judith owning you today.  You became flattened quickly as she entered her car and turned the ignition.  She backed out of her driveway and you were between the sole of her shoe and the pedal.  Grime was quickly accumulating on your body as she operated the pedals on the way to meet her first client.

Judith pulled into the driveway and turned off the car.  She got out, stepping on your body, and the pavement with her high heels.

“HI, I’M JUDITH FROM FIRST REALTY.  THANKS FOR MEETING ME TODAY…” Judith said.

She continued talking to the clients but you stopped listening and focused on licking her shoe.  She walked into the house with the clients and you found it had hardwood floors which had slightly more give than the pavement.  She continued talking to them for about thirty minutes as she walked around the house squishing you flatter and flatter under her high heels.  The meeting finally concluded and you were off to the next house showing.  The showings continued through the morning without you paying much attention to anything that was being said, as your task lay at Judith’s feet, not in the world above.  Thoughts that you deserved this treatment kept popping into your head as well.

Judith pulled up to the fifth house, and during the walkthrough one of the potential buyers, a woman in her mid-twenties said,

“HEY, WHAT’S THAT ON YOUR SHOE?”

“OH, IT’S NOTHING, JUST MY LITTLE SLAVE,” Judith replied.

“SLAVE?” the woman inquired.

“YES, HE SERVES ME AND DOES WHATEVER I ASK,” Judith replied.

“WOW, I WOULDN’T MIND HAVING YOU UNDER MY FOOT SOMETIMES HONEY,” the woman said to the man with her.

He became red in the face with embarrassment.

“YOU WANT TO TRY HIM OUT?” Judith asked.

“WELL, SURE,” She replied.

Judith lifted up her heel and peeled the tape and your body off of it.

“GO AHEAD AND SLIDE YOUR FOOT OUT OF THE FLIP FLOP PLEASE,” Judith said to the woman.

The woman did as instructed and Judith used the tape to tape you spread eagle where the ball of the woman’s right foot would land.  As you looked up you noticed that she was black.  You rarely got black customers at the spa, due to you living in a mostly white town, but the thought of this attractive, dark black woman, with straight black hair running down to her shoulders, putting her foot on you turned you on again.

“HE’S KINDA DIRTY,” she said making a disgusted face at you.

“SORRY ABOUT THAT, HE’S BEEN UNDER MY HIGH HEELS ALL DAY,” Judith said as she got out a tissue and spit slightly on it, then rubbed your body.

“IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH MA’AM?” Judith asked.

“YEA, BUT ARE YOU SURE IT’S OK FOR ME TO STEP ON YOU?” the woman said down to you.

“Yes, I exist to be stepped on by beautiful women like yourself,” you replied.

“AWW, THAT’S SO SWEET.  WELL IF YOU INSIST LITTLE WHITE BOY, THEN MY FOOT IS GOING TO TRAMPLE ALL OVER YOU,” the woman giggled.

She stood taller than Judith by several inches so you knew her feet would be large.  She slowly lifted her sole and you saw just how big her foot was.  ‘That’s gotta be at least a size 13,’ you thought.  Her sole was lighter than the rest of her body, a light brownish colour.  Her toes were longer than Judith’s or Emily’s.  ‘How do I keep finding myself under women with large feet,’ you thought to yourself as the woman had already begun sliding her foot back into the sandal.  She wiggled her toes playfully and you noticed the shiny red polish on her nails.  You saw the toes slide past your head and she then planted her foot in the sandal completely.  You knew to start kissing and licking her skin as her foot came down on your body.  ‘Thank goodness she has no callouses and has soft skin too,’ you thought to yourself.

“WOW, HE’S LICKING AND KISSING MY FOOT,” the woman said.

“YES, HE IS TRAINED TO DO SO WHEN UNDER A WOMAN’S FOOT,” Judith commented.

“THAT’S RIGHT LITTLE WHITE BOY, KISS MY SOLE!” the woman teased down as she wiggled her toes with glee.

“I PLAYED BASKETBALL IN COLLEGE AND I WISH I HAD A GUY LIKE THIS UNDER EACH FOOT DURING THOSE GAMES.  MIGHT HAVE BEEN EASIER ON MY FEET, HAHA,” the woman continued.

“SHALL WE CONTINUE THE TOUR?” Judith asked.

“SURE,” the woman replied.

The tour continued, with you now under the black woman’s foot.  Again, you heard more talking about the house, but were concentrating on licking her sole, which was a bit moist with sweat, since it was a hot, summer day.  Her soft sole and sandal was a relief to the oppressive high heel sole and pavement your body had previously dealt with.  You found an erection coming on as well, perhaps it was the ‘little white boy’ taunts she hurled at you or the fact that she, and her feet were so beautiful.  Thoughts about how you were lucky to be under this woman’s, or any woman’s, sole entered your mind and turned you on even more.  You licked and kissed more aggressively at the woman’s soft, firm skin.

As the tour ended the woman removed her foot and looked down at you.

“YOU HAVE AN ERECTION?  HAHA, I CAN’T SAY A BLAME YOU,” she said as she turned her sole upward, “MY FEET ARE BEAUTIFUL.  YOU CAN GO UNDER MY FEET ANY TIME YOU WANT TO LITTLE BOY.  MY FEET WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOU BACK,” she said smiling.

Judith reached down and snatched your body and planted you back on the bottom of her shoe.  She then gave you a stomp to make sure your body stayed in place.

“GOTTA MAKE SURE HE’S SECURE,” Judith said smiling.

“THAT’S RIGHT HONEY, PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE,” the woman said laughing.

“WELL, WE’LL LET YOU KNOW,” the woman said as she and the man with her walked away.

Judith smiled when she heard their conversation as they walked out the door.

“YOU KNOW, IF YOU EVER SHRINK, YOU’RE GOING RIGHT UNDER MY FOOT LIKE THAT WHITE BOY,” the woman said.

“IN FACT, WHEN WE GET HOME, YOU’RE GONNA RUB MY FEET, LICK, AND KISS THEM,” she continued.

“YES DEAR,” said the man.

It was 1:30 p.m. and Judith had no more clients for the day so she went back to the office.  She went to the bathroom and peeled you off her high heel and washed your body off in the sink.  She then carried you to her desk and placed you at her feet.  She removed her shoes and observed you.  You quickly ran to her stocking covered feet and started to lick and kiss them.

“GOOD SLAVE, YOU KNOW THAT YOU SHOULD BE KISSING FEET WHENEVER THEY ARE PRESENTED TO YOU,” Judith said.

Judith started doing paperwork as you took care of her feet.  You found her stockings were wet from being trapped in her hot shoes all day.  They also smelled like vinegar too.  ‘I wish I could be inside her stockings’ you thought to yourself as your erection came back.  You started rubbing your body into Judith’s foot and she felt your erection rubbing against her sole.  She shifted her feet and started rolling your body around under her sole, she rolled you back and forth like you were a marble, beneath her all powerful sole.  She rolled you around for a few more minutes and got bored with that method of playing with you.  Judith then lifted her heel and put it on top of you, she then took to crushing you under her heel while she continued to do her paperwork.  You found yourself waiting for her heel to land on you, every time she lifted it off your body, and you would kiss and lick at it for the moment it was on your body.  Judith then tired of this game and picked you up with her toes and started scrunching you in between them every few seconds.  Your erection came back from the friction her nylon encased toes caused on your body and your member.  You found yourself constantly surrounded by soft, nylon encased, foot flesh and kissing and licking in all directions.  You gladly swallowed all the sweat you could from Judith’s feet as you built up close to orgasm.  Then Judith clamped down on your body and left you scrunched under her toes, soon your erection subsided and she started scrunching you again, which started the process all over.  After thirty minutes of this game Judith said,

“I’M NEVER GOING TO LET YOU ORGASM AT MY FEET, SLAVE.  I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO THOUGH AND THAT’S WHAT MAKES THIS GAME EVEN MORE FUN FOR ME.”

Judith continued to play with you at her feet for the next hour or so, then picked you up with her toes and placed you in her high heel and inserted her left foot on top your body.  You kissed and licked at her toes as she walked out of the office and got in her car.  It was a quick drive to Martha’s.  Martha opened the door and let Judith in.  Judith took off her heels and grabbed you out of the shoe.  She held you in her hand as she walked to the dining room table where she and Martha sat down.  Judith sat you down at their feet and you ran to Martha’s bare feet and kissed and licked at her toes and got on your back in an effort to get to her soles.  Martha lifted up her feet and said,

“WOW, HE SURE HAS CHANGED, YOU’VE TRAINED HIM WELL.”

“THANKS, I’D LIKE TO THINK I KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT HOW TO TRAIN MEN,” Judith said.

Martha bent her knees and put her feet on the chair she was sitting at and looked down at you.

“DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING FROM YOUR TRAINING?” Martha asked.

“Yes, I learned a lot.  I want to apologize for yesterday, I was wrong and I’m ready to be your pet or your slave, whichever you prefer, Master” you said.

“THAT’S GOOD.  I AM READY TO HAVE YOU AS MY PET, BUT YOU WILL BE UNDER MY FEET, EMILY’S, AND JUDITH’S, AND YOU WILL HAVE TO CARE FOR ALL OUR FEET.  ARE YOU READY FOR THAT?” Martha inquired.

“Of course, I was still thinking of myself as a person yesterday, I know now that my rightful place is under, or at, a woman’s feet, Master,” you replied.

“THAT’S CORRECT,” said Judith, “AND IF I EVER HAVE TO TEACH YOU THAT LESSON AGAIN, I WILL BE MUCH MORE STRICT IN MY PUNISHMENTS.  IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”

“Yes, it is Goddess Judith,” you said.

“WHOA, WHY AM I MASTER AND SHE’S A GODDESS?  CALL ME GODDESS MARTHA,” Martha said jokingly.

“Yes, Goddess Martha,” you replied.

Just then Emily walked into the room and sat down, you quickly ran to her feet and started kissing them.

“WELL HEY LITTLE BUG, WELCOME BACK, I SEE YOU MISSED MY PRETTY FEET,” Emily teased down to you while wiggling her toes.

Just then Judith’s phone rang.

“HELLO,” Judith said.

Then came a short pause.

“OH, YOU WANT THE HOUSE, SURE, I’LL DRAW UP THE PAPERS FIRST THING IN THE MORNING… OK… BYE,” Judith said.

“I LET ONE OF MY CLIENTS TRY OUT YOUR SLAVE DURING A HOUSE SHOWING AND SHE JUST CALLED AND IS BUYING THE HOUSE!” Judith exclaimed.

“GOOD JOB!  …AND THANKS FOR TRAINING HIM, IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOU,” Martha said to Judith.

“HMM, WELL I HAVE A FEW CLIENTS LOOKING AT HOUSES ON WEDNESDAY… THINK I COULD BORROW HIM?” Judith asked.

“DONE… AND OH EMILY, YOU CAN HAVE HIM FOR ALL YOUR PRACTICES AND GAMES THAT HE’S NOT WITH ME,” Martha said.

“SWEET, YOU HEAR THAT LITTLE BUG, YOU’RE GOING TO BE UNDER MY SWEATY FEET FOR A LONG TIME TO COME,” Emily said to you as you licked her sole.

All of this sounded great, you were going to serve the three women’s beautiful feet for as far into the future as you could see and they were happy to have you under there.

“ALRIGHT, WELL I WENT BY THE SPA AND BOUGHT SOME MINIATURE TOOLS FOR OUR PET AND SOME BUCKETS FOR OUR FEET, SO WHO WANTS A PEDICURE?” Martha asked.

Emily picked you up as Martha filled the buckets with water and put them in the living room.  Emily dropped you on the floor by the buckets as their feet soaked.  You noticed the cutting board from last night.

“WE CAN PUT OUR FEET ON THE CUTTING BOARD AFTER THEY SOAK AND WE DRY THEM AND OUR LITTLE PET HERE CAN TAKE TURNS PAINTING OUR NAILS,” Martha said.

“OH ME FIRST, LITTLE BUG,” Emily said.

“Yes, Goddess Emily,” you said.

“HEAR THAT MOM, I’M A GODDESS,” Emily said smiling to her mother.

“YES HONEY, BUT ONLY TO A PET WHO IS ½ AN INCH TALL, TO US YOU’RE JUST A TEENAGER.  OH, AND BEFORE ANYONE GETS ANY IDEAS, HE’S COMING TO WORK WITH ME INSIDE MY NYLONS TOMORROW, ISN’T THAT RIGHT MY LITTLE PET?” Martha replied.

“Of course, Goddess Martha, it would be an honour.  What kind of paint job would you like Goddess Emily?” you asked.

“THAT’S A GOOD QUESTION BUG.  HOW ABOUT A LIGHT BLUE BASE COAT, WITH SOME PINK FLOWERS ON EACH TOE NAIL,” Emily said.

“Coming right up, Goddess Emily,” you replied.

Emily wiggled her toes in excitement as you started painting her nails.  Something about this girl’s beauty made you love being at her feet.  In fact, all the women had a charm about them.  Emily was young, beautiful, and playful.  Martha was sweet, loving, and a little playful too.  Finally, Judith was dominant, but had stunning feet and knew how to own you.  She could bend you to her will and that was a major turn on.  Your new life would require a lot of work, but these women made sure there weren’t too many dull moments…