“Hueeeh-!!!”
Gasping, my sudden rise to consciousness was accompanied
with instant pain. My whole body ached; my jaw, my shoulder, my
chest – my whole body felt bruised all over. Each breath of the
ripe slipper air caused my chest to flare up in pain, a sharp aching
as my lungs filled with air. Even inhaling hurt my throat, the
needlelike pain feeling like I had pneumonia, to the point I didn't
want to breathe, didn't want to swallow the liquid in my mouth, some
strange mix of the fetid crud from Amoe's feet leaving a lingering
taste of garbage and mold mixing with what tasted like blood.
There was a constant low ringing; the world felt like
it was so slowly spinning around me. A deep roar seeming to echo
around the slipper like a thunderstorm. I was sick, I could feel it
in my stomach, the pain in my throat unclear to me if it was from
screaming or the same nauseating feeling that seemed to fill my
stomach.
What
am I? I thought miserably,
tears coursing out of my eyes. God knows how much filth and garbage
I had swallowed, the number of dirty feet I had been forced to kiss
earlier was nothing compared to the hell I was in now. I would have
given anything to be outside again, just the memory of me on my knees
kissing Naru's big black toes seeming like heaven. Even being
trapped in Ani's mules, knocked about by her purple tipped nails was
better than the hell I was in now, buried in a cocoon on filth,
beaten mercilessly and unable to move.
Hell...I
thought miserably. Who would have thought hell was the
inside of my friends dirty old sheep slippers.
FWOOOSH
The violent movement that accompanied the loud
noise brought a gust of muggy hot air which dragged with it dirt and
fuzz, the heat instantly rising in intensity. I didn't realize I
was screaming, I was so terrified of the monsters above me, the world
a roar of noise around me. There was the living ceiling above me
again, uncaring of the man trapped in old fuzz below it, doomed to an
existence of torture and pain.
The wall of flesh that lingered above me was coated in
brown and black filth, the thing occasionally shifting and
shimmering like the sea to reveal lighter tanner folds of skin that
remained relatively clean in comparison. Everywhere there scattered
bits of of what looked like wet black and brown seaweed – old fuzz
– coating it. There were hairs running left and right, forward
and back across it, some of them looping over themselves, each coated
in flecks of fuzz and dirt, an occasional pebble embedded into it, a
few as large as my fist. It lingered a few feet above me; directly
above me was a strand of the pink carpet from outside wedged deeply
into it, the thing covered in the same filth that surrounded and
entombed me, the pink only slightly visible amongst the grayish layer
covering it in the dim light.
I
trembled as I stared at it, the small gust of air caused by the
slight movements above me causing the fuzz and dirt dangling from it
to blow back and forth like chimes in the wind, loose fuzz and hair
drifting around the shoe as a steady shower of dirt fell upon me like
rain. Each time I coughed I flared up with pain around my body, my
throat aching.
The thunder around me seemed to come from everywhere,
and I remembered that this wasn't actually hell...
“HI-ha-hehe-HE”
I was in Amoe's slipper – the roar the goddesses
giggling above me, somewhere outside the slipper, a place where they
could breathe clean air in light and enjoy themselves, free from the
huge wall of flesh that filled me with dread and pain.
The thing didn't care for me existence – to her, I was
just part of her shoe, just a given comfort for her foot, just
something to be trampled down and eventually thrown away.
I couldn't hear my own sobs over the roar of the
goddesses above me.
***
Amoe was imagining dressing up Mark as a little butler
and watching him carrying a tray with cups, running off to another
table she would have set up with tea cups for whenever her barbie
dolls wanted a drink. She couldn't feel layer random junk underneath
her toes anymore, it having been so smeared on the bottom of her big
toe and the ball of her foot with it. Her skin was nearly black now,
with small bits of fuzz and dirt coating it, a few random hairs stuck
underneath it.
Crystal laughed, eyes red and slightly slurring her
words
“Noooooo... I have an even bitter idea.” She
paused, laughing.
Amoe turned to her excitedly while lifting and wiggling
her toes, unconsciously enjoying the cool breeze leaking from outside
her slipper as she did. “What??”
“Why donchwe have him be our little baaaaby girrrrl?”
she hiccuped, before giggling. “Thatchway he can wear the
cuuuutesy red dress I have” she said, giggling.
Amoe laughed as well. “Crystal!” She said, lowering
her foot slightly into her slipper, but not fully down, just enough
to feel the larger balls of fuzz and dirt that had wrapped themselves
up with the loose hairs and pebbles, before shifting her foot,
causing the things to roll around under her.
“You're so naughty!” She said, giggling. “I don't
think Mark would like that...” She paused, laughing, shifting her
foot backwards so her second toe slapped the thing wedged in her
sole, before she lifted it upward again, not noticing the specs
toejam falling out from between them as she did.
“... besides, I think that dress would be too big for
him. It was made for a doll twice his size!” she said, laughing,
her foot suspended halfway into the slipper, her wiggling toes
grazing the foreign entity as she spoke, before shifting her foot
across the balls of hair and fuzz, rolling them round beneath her.
Crystal laughed. “That's purrrfffeeect!” She said,
pausing to hiccup. “It was small skirt on the doll...” She
paused, covering her mouth to burp. “– for Marky, it would be
likey full wedding dresssss!”
Both the girls laughed, but Amoe thought Crystal was
just having fun. She didn't honestly think Mark would do it, but the
idea was hilarious, imagining Mark with puffy red cheeks and two
blond pigtails, holding the hands of the two Barbie dolls that would
flank either side of him like two mothers with their toddler. Her
marijuana infused vision was enthralling, her hand manipulating a
doll so that Mark would walk forward with them, a little live action
roleplay that she couldn't imagine as a child. Mark politely
looking at the doll sitting at the table for her order, Amoe turning
the doll to ask Mark for a cup of tea, the boy so small she would
have to bend the head down to look at him.
Crystal continued talking. “Ohhhh it will be soooo
much fun. We can make it a little...” she paused to
laugh at her silly pun “...game tooooo...”
Amoe wiggled her toes as she listened when the side of
her second toe grazed insole the strange spot, a slight bump once
again drew her attention, the fuzz and dirt covering it making in no
longer as distinct as it had been.
“... we could, like, time Markypoo or shomething...”
Amoe was once again probing the unusual thing on her
insole only half consciously. As she pushed down into it, it very
much felt like it was part of the insole, but as she probed it she
looked for the small opening in the middle that had felt so nice
before, but she couldn't find it.
I've had these things
for so long. Amoe thought. Things do fall apart eventually.
Oh well...
She slowly started to lower her now fully inserted foot
in her slipper while daydreaming of Mark in a dress, absolutely
dwarfed by two of her favorite barbie dolls, the boy holding a tray
of tea for them.
***
“Ughhhh.....” I moaned, unable to control my body as
the pain swept across me, seeming to oscillate back and forth through
my limbs as I trembled.
Amoe's second toe had just slammed
me like a giant boxing glove, leaving my head spinning, my vision
blurred and unable to focus. I felt like the heat and humidity rise
in the slipper, leaving my face covered in what felt like a warm oily
sheen.
The filthy living ceiling rippled, cracks of light from
outside the shoe making the dirty skin glimmer, like an ocean covered
in a layer of black dirt. The ceiling lowered and raised, shifting
just enough for me to see it dragging with it huge balls of hair,
dirt and fuzz from around the shoe, the things rolling around like
enormous garbage beach balls.
I trembled as I saw them roll by, the occasional one
passing over my face, the things wet and misshapen. One would
occasionally roll over my mouth, causing me to taste it, the feeling
instantly hurting my throat and making me want to gag, making me feel
horrible nausea.
I knew what was happening before it did, a primordial
instinct of terror sweeping through me as my whining and crying went
unnoticed by the wall of flesh above me. The blackened skin grew
larger as it lowered, filth falling onto me as the heat of the humid
slipper seemed to remove any chance of breathing anything other than
its muggy fumes. The skin rippled above me, pain and terror filling
me as it did, unable to do anything but cry in fear; my huge sobbing
breaths tasting like garbage as filth fell from Amoe's foot into my
mouth, my throat feeling like it was on fire.
It was the now blackened ball of Amoe's foot, the swirls
of skin mostly obfuscated by filth and fuzz, the oily sheen of loose
hair dangling off of it first making contact with my face and leaving
a warm wet liquid on the side of my mouth. It seemed to pause for
just a second before the whole thing fell onto me like a building, my
body erupting in pain as I wanted to scream in agony but was
completely unable to, the hot dirty flesh enveloping me completely.
I writhed uncontrollably as the hot pressure of the
flesh pushed into me, my mouth pinned open as tears streamed out of
my eyes, my nose collapsed under the damp hot flesh. I squirmed
madly as the pressure increased, my chest slowly being compressed as
my body erupted in pain.
I could feel my shoulders being pushed back, the pain
acutely increasing, my screaming muffled by the wall of skin that
surrounded me in my coffin of dirty fluff.
Pop!
My right shoulder seared in pain as the flesh continuing
to push into me, the air forced out of my lungs as my face was pushed
into the dirty flesh of Amoe's foot, my mouth forced painfully open.
My screams were muffled as the dirt and fluff pushed into my mouth,
the strange oil on her skin pushing into my throat and causing it to
burn. My shoulder had popped out of it's socket as Amoe skin curled
around me, my arms being pushed painfully behind me, tears streaming
from my eyes.
This
is hell...
***
As she pressed down into it she could feel the material
warping slightly below her, before giving only the slightest bit,
just a tiny click from underneath her foot, the weird thing in her
insole seeming to vibrate and tickle her, the feeling causing her to
suddenly giggle. Even with the loose fuzz covering the bottom of her
foot she could feel the distinctive hole in the middle of it again,
the cool gap giving her a chills as she slowly pushed the ball of her
foot into it, the feeling of this thing oddly ticklish and filling
her with a unconscious delight as its edges pushed through the layer
of dirt on her skin before touching her foot. She could feel as the
old fuzz on her skin now in contast, before moving her foot side to
side slightly and feeling her skin scraping against the rough edges
that were along the sides of it, the thing acting naturally as a
scraper to remove the dirt from beneath her foot. She wasn't even
aware, the strange feeling more of a fixation than anything else as
she methodically moved the ball of her foot after each scraping,
making sure that she didn't go over the same area twice.
Crystal touched Amoe's exposed thigh, drawing her
attention suddenly and making her nervous.
“...you think Marky is cuuuuute... right?” Crystal
said, before hiccuping again and giggling, looking at her.
When Amoe met the Crystals gaze, her pale blue eye was
juxtaposed by the telltale redness of getting high, giving Crystal an
otherworldly look. This made her more anxious, but she couldn't
help but stare at them as the marijuana and alcohol caused her mind
to race with thoughts of Mark, the attractive football player with
curly hair that they had all been friends with, but now the potential
doll to be played with.
“Well...” Amoe said, almost like her parents caught
her sneaking out late.
“... I always did love his hair...” she said.
Amoe's mind raced as she thought of Mark and Crystal,
feeling a strange sexual tension that was only exasperated by the
drugs she just had. But her foot operated on its own, continuing the
pattern of pushing the ball of her dirty foot into the hole in her
insole, before dragging it across the opening, scraping whatever crud
underneath it before shifting slightly and doing it again. Each time
sent her a tingle in pleasure as she stared at Crystal in a way that
made her feel like she may be falling in love with the girl.
Crystal nodded and grabbed Amoe's hand, one of her eyes
appearing slightly more open the the other, her eyes red. The
sudden movement shocking her, causing her to pull her feet out of her
slippers sudden burst of excitement.
“I alwaaaaaays thought he was a cutey tooooooo....”
Crystal said, laughing.
Amoe nodded, biting her lip as Crystal started to
lightly glide her fingers across of her exposed thigh.
“And, you knooooooow...” Crystal paused, before
giggling.
“What?” Amoe said curiously.
“Well, since weeeee are alllll friends...” She said.
Amoe already knew where she was going, and her mind was
suddenly racing at the thought.
The image of her friend came to mind, normal at first,
but then realizing he was only an inch tall filled her with only
disappointment.
She slipped her foot out of the slipper, before slipping
it right back in.
“Oh, c'mon Crystal. Mark is only a bloody inch tall.
How would that work?”
As her foot settled back into the slipper, she once
again felt the small strange bit that disrupted otherwise fuzz lined
interior of the insole. She pressed down onto it with the ball of
her foot, trying to flatten it out, feeling the thing give slightly
beneath her as her skin warped around it, the gathered gunk around it
flattening as it got caught between the strange material and the ball
of her foot. She could distinctly feel it squishing beneath her,
various bits of hair and fuzz loose amongst the otherwise smeared
gunk underneath the ball of her foot.
Ew,
gross. She thought, before
considering tilting her foot up to knock the dirt out of the slipper.
Crystal hiccuped.
“Jush use your imashination.” She said, slurring
her words. “There are lots of thingsh we could do with him....”
She paused, and then giggled again.
“Jus look at the way Ani plaaaaayed with him earlier
-” She hiccup. “-She shaid Mark made her toes feel sooo
goooood...”
The thought of toes shifted her focus to what was
happening below her, her marijuana infused high making the feeling of
the loose fuzz and grime underneath and between her toes an impulsive
fixation. She wiggled her toes to get the gunk out from between them,
but now, with the worn out sole underneath her toes, she could feel
the loose fuzz and dirt, adding a new variable to her unconscious
focus, the area underneath her toes coated in a strange film of oily
sweat and grimy fuzz.
Amoe looked at Crystal, her red eyes juxtaposed with her
glimmering blue iris.
“I don't know... feet? That's
just... gross...”
Unaware of what she was doing, Amoe began to lower her
big toe back down on the strange bit of her insole. Amoe was
focused on listening to Crystal speak, but somewhere, in the corner
of her mind, was an awareness, her toes, searching for that hole in
her insole with the sharp edges she felt before.
Crystal giggled. “The other girls seemed to loooove
it. And Marky does tooooo! You really shoushdn't... you know...
knock it... whatever!” She said, starting to laugh.
Amoe toes continued to probe for the strange bit of
insole, and as she did, she could feel the balls of fuzz, hair, and
dirt rolling around under her foot, some of them getting stuck
between her toes. But eventually she found it again, tapping it a
few times in satisfaction before pressing her toe into the cool hole
in it. As she did, she barely noticed the bits of dirt and detritus
coating her skin, the individual feeling of particles a small
irritation to be gotten rid of. So as now was her habit, she used
the hole as a scraper, and began to rub her toe across it,
unconscious of the fixation as she scraped her toes clean.
Amoe turned to look at Crystal as her toes operated on
their own, the feeling what felt like a small pebble between her toes
annoying enough to cause her to wiggle them so it fell free into her
insole.
“You think I should... what?” She paused, feeling
the a ball of fuzz and hair underneath her big toe, not thinking as
she began to spin in it circles on her insole.
Crystal giggled drunkenly. “I think...” she paused,
laughing. “I shink you should get Mark between your toooooes...”
As the words came out of Crystal's mouth, Amoe felt a
reflex of disgust. The idea of Mark being between her toes was so
weird, even if she knew it really wasn't that big of a deal. She
tried to reassure herself that everybody has there kinks, but she
couldn't help but feel disgusted that Mark was into feet.
As her mind raced, she didn't notice the growing ball of
filth she rolled beneath her toes. She stretched her toes apart,
some of the gunk falling out from between them; there was what felt
like a hair or some fuzz dangling off her second toe, and she began
wiggling them in an attempt to shake it off. But the thing remained
firmly wedged, and a kernel of conscious annoyance came to her she
began to shake her toes more violently, carelessly whacking the roof
of the shoe before her flicking down and hitting the thing in her
insole, before reversing the process and repeating it over again.
Amoe didn't notice as her second toe whacked the thing
in her insole the third or fourth time, instead the image of a naked
Mark wedged between her toes revolting her. As she did she thought
about her own toes again, distinctly feeling the filth wedged between
them, but as she let her second toe rest she could feel the hard
edges on hole in her insole.
“Oh God Crystal...” She paused, not thinking now as
her toes made up their mind up about what they were about to do;
Amoe's big toe rolling a ball of dirty, oil fuzz wrapped in hair
around on her insole.
“That's just grosses me out...” She said, before her
big toe swung downwards in the ball, starting to slowly push the ball
of fuzz and hair towards the hole.
***
I awoke in sharp pain, everything seemed to move
surreally slow as what sounded like a thunderstorm boomed from all
around me.
“... grosses me...”
But the echoing thunder of their voices were yet muffled
as I heard the shifting on the living monster above me rubbing the
walls of my prison, a storm of dirt and filth floating through the
air as rope like hairs danced in the violent movements around me.
Even in my delirious state I could taste what was the
garbage in my mouth, almost passively watching as I coughed up the
mud like gunk that covered my teeth and throat. I was even more
nauseous, my stomach seeming to gurgle like the feeling of drinking
too much alcohol and suddenly needing to puke. My shoulder had
popped mercifully back into it's socket sometime when I was
unconscious, but my shoulder still ached in pain.
“...
with him as a doll...” The
world seemed to thunder from all around.
The hair covered second toe loomed over me, and I
squealed as I watched the thing swing down.
WHAM
My
head was spinning, my ears ringing, pain bursting through my head to
the rest of my body. My blurred vision could only make out the dirt
caked skin of her second toe, the grooves on the swirls of her skin
filled with fuzz and scum.as it pressed into my face.
It
was strange, almost like I was passively watching, I could feel wet
hair and fuzz covering her toe and pushing into my open mouth. I
was no longer in control of my body, I couldn't have closed my mouth
if I tried, my body simply acting on it's own as my mind seemed to
slowly retreat into itself, only the sensations of heat and pain
accompanying the disgusting taste as I slowly began to choke. The
toe twisted sideways, leaving some of the goop in my mouth, finally
allowing me to draw breath from my one nostril as the huge flesh
cushion moved away. I slowly tried to cough the stuff out of my
mouth, the stuff feeling like rotting wet garbage.
Time
oscillated from moving quickly to moving slowly, the ball of Amoe's
foot and her toes appearing and disappearing before me, the thunder
of the goddesses voices above me seeming to come from another world.
“... I
think we should get him in that little red dress of yours...”
The
world was a violent movement of living flesh and raining dirt, what
looked like big brown cloud seeming to appear and disappear before
me, sometimes blocking the light as it obfuscated the entrance of the
slipper far below me. I trembled as I realized what was happening
above me – the enormous monsters that were Amoe's toes were rolling
a ball of filth and fuzz, the thing covered in an oily gloss, dirt
and pebbles intermixed into it as hairs from around the slipper
wrapped around it. I could only shake as I stared at it before me,
the huge toes above me rolling it around my head before disappearing
behind me to my left, before it reappeared to my right, looking even
larger and misshapen, new hairs and fuzz wrapping around it as it
rolled past my face again before disappearing off behind me.
The
next time it came around it rolled along the bottom of my chin, the
warm oily muck pressing into my skin along with sickening squishy
noise that left a viscous residue.
It
disappeared behind me and I waited in terror for it to appear again.
But before it did, I watched passively as the enormous dirty toes
appeared above me.
I
trembled as I stared at them. They were only a few feet above me,
the small movements from them sending gusts of muggy air and raining
dirt down upon me. The big and second toe were both above me, each
of them looking brown and black in the dim light, individual bits of
dirt and rocks distinct amongst the bits of fluff and hair the
dangled off of them like moss, the things occasionally falling upon
me as she slowly moved her toes, causing her skin to ripple down her
foot, creating a visible shower of dust that would darken the slipper
slightly as the light was blocked.
I
quivered staring at the toes, before they curled upward, the big toe
lifting over the second one and pushing it down, the big toe locked
over it. The tip of the second toe fell down and paused only a foot
from face, the tip of her plain toenail facing me. I could see gunk
coating the underside of the nail, the heat from the thing palpable
as I began to cough from the dirt the fell from off the thing, each
pebble causing me twitch as the monster hovered only a foot or so
from my face.
It
paused there, filling me with fear as I prayed the nail didn't come
down and cut my face in half, and I heard a voice.
“Please...
help me...”
I
at first didn't realize the voice was my own, hoarse and terrified as
it pleaded with the toe that loomed above me to have mercy. I
realized then I wasn't begging to Amoe, but to her toes, to the
monsters that tortured me and held my life in the balance.
You're
pathetic...
a voice echoed in my mind.
But
before I could focus on this new voice, the toes disappeared off
behind me, before they emerged to my right with large ball of filth
again, the thing bigger than my head. The big toe rolled it in
front of me, audibly squishing between the fluff and her skin, a
strange brown residue being left on the couch like leather flesh of
the toe as it rolled across my vision, before pausing in front of my
face, leaving me in it's shadow.
I
trembled, terrified, as I watched the ball of filth and hair linger
in my vision, Amoe's big toe hovering above me as it slowly pushed in
and out the ball of garbage.
“Please...”
I sobbed, watching in almost in slow motion as the toe started to
push it forward, my vision blocked of anything else, the rest of
Amoe's foot and the fluff of the shoe being cut off from my vision as
the filth got closer, touching the bottom part of my chin as the big
toe lowered upon me.
“Don't
-” I started to say, my voice choked with tears before the filth
rolled on top of me, cutting off my ability to breathe as it pushed
into my mouth.
I
instantly panicked, gagging, the taste of the cheesy, rotting filth
seeping between my teeth and into my mouth. The ball of gunk rolled
over my nose and eyes next, blinding me as I tried to cough or hack
the stuff out of my throat, unable to do so from the unyielding
weight pushing it deeper inside, the viscous like ball of filth
coating my tongue and making me need to puke.
I started to
writhe uncontrollably, a violent nausea making me want to throw up as
I felt the filth pushing into the back of my throat, desperately
trying to shut my mouth as more of the goop started to pour into it,
but I was unable to, trying desperately not to swallow it as I could
feel a rope like hair pushing into the side of my cheeks. Even
though I was suffocating the disgusting garbage pushing into my mouth
was all I could sense. I was trying to fight desperately against the
weight of it, struggling to prevent it from pushing into my throat as
I felt the sludge moving towards the back of mouth.
Buried
in the filth I couldn't feel anything but the sludge pushing into my
mouth and skin, harder bits pressing into me creating sharp pain as
it pushed into my cheeks and face.
BAM
The
world flashed white as I was slammed by what felt like a boxing glove
on the left side of my face through the muck, a sudden
lightheartedness that left me dazed.
Even
without seeing it, I knew what it was - the now familiar feeling of
Amoe's toes slamming down on me without mercy.
BAM
Another blow, this time to my right, stars filling my
vision as my ears rang louder, the blow weakening me further, as if
to make sure there was no hope of me resisting them, to make sure
that I was nothing more then a garbage can for the filth from Amoe's
toes.
BAM
This time the blow was to my chest, and any resistance I
had to prevent myself from swallowing the sludge was now gone, my
whole mouth being jerked painfully open as my chest erupted in pain.
The filth then started to freely sink into the back of my throat, my
body too weak to prevent myself from swallowing, and even punch drunk
I could feel the sickening sludge sinking down my throat, my body
writhing in agony as the ball of gunk was being pushed further and
further. The whole thing coated my face and filling my mouth as more
of it was pushed inside of me. I couldn't breathe, but I could feel
myself swallowing it, hearing nothing but a disgusting sloshing noise
as I writhed in agony. The taste of garbage and moldy cheese was soon
all I could sense besides heat and pain as I felt it being pushed
deeper into my esophagus.
I'm
Amoe's toe bitch..
I thought, as my body completely gave up, the world turning to
black.
***
Amoe
didn't notice what was happening beneath her feet as her toes
operated on their own. Instead, her mind had drifted back to
daydreaming about Mark being a living doll. The idea of having a tea
party with a real person seemed like a childhood dream, and with
Crystal's help they could truly role play an experience she couldn't
imagine as a kid – Amoe and Crystal acting as two mothers of their
own little girl, Mark wearing a red dress with puffy red cheeks, two
pigtails running down either side of his head.
The idea caused
her to giggle, unfeeling as her toe wiggled below her, whacking at
the ball of fuzz covering her insole, before she pressed her big toe
into it.
She
continued to daydream when she finally noticed the ball of dirt
sinking slowly into her insole, the strange bit of it she had noticed
before seeming to vibrate as she felt the gunk sinking deeper into
it. It filled her with an odd gratification, and she found herself
probing for the thing in her insert again and the cool hole she'd
been using to scrape the dirt off her toes, before she realized she
must have accidentally stuffed the hole with the loose dirt and fuzz
from around the shoe. The hole now gone and stuffed with the old
fuzz made her insole feel like the familiar worn out fluff from
before, almost like the thing wasn't there in the first place. She
pressed into it again, feeling with some satisfaction as the thing
sunk deeper beneath her, the strange vibration of the thing tickling
her foot in pleasure.
But
then Crystal's voice drew her attention once again.
“Whacha
- “ She paused to hiccup. “Gigglin bouts?”
Amoe
looked at Crystal, her mind drifting back to the idea of Mark serving
tea to her barbie dolls, the boy not tall enough to reach the table
that the barbie dolls sat at.
“Oh
– just playing with Mark like we talked about” She paused and
laughed again.
“Do
you really think Mark would wear a dress for us?” Amoe asked
Crystal
laughed, reaching her arm around Amoe's shoulder and nestling her
head in the crook in her neck.
“Whaaaaat?
Like, you think we'll give him a choice?” Crystal said, pausing to
laugh again.
Amoe
giggled, but composed herself. “Don't be silly. We're not that
cruel... I'm not going to bully him.”
Crystal
laughed. “Woaah miss goody two shoesh.... Fiiiiiiine. I'm
shhhure we could get Markypoo to do it for other reaaaaasons...”
She said.
Amoe
felt chills again as her foot rested on the insole of her slipper,
not noticing the strange vibration from below the ball of her foot
sending her tingles of pleasure.
“How
would we bribe him?” Amoe asked.
Crystal
giggled, before pointing down at her feet Crystal's feet were
larger than hers, her toenails covered in a french manicure. Her
feet, like her hands, were long and skinny in comparison to her own.
“Ewwww...”
Amoe said, unable to help herself. “You think he'd wear a dress
just to...” She paused, not wanting to say the words.
“...
to get with our feet?”
Crystal
started to laugh again.
“Marky
looooooves it!” She paused to hiccup. “Even yooooour dirty
feet.... i'm telling you, Mark looooves to be doooooominated!”
She
paused, slurring her words as she spoke. “Trust me” she said,
pressing her finger into Amoe's chest as she lied her head across her
shoulder, before running her fingers up and down her chest.
“Marky
would looove to be your little dolllly
biiitch
if it meant he got to be with your tooooeeeeesss...”
The
thoughts conjured in Amoe's mind at these words were strange, yet
exhilarating.
Mark
being my Barbies bitch? She
thought, oddly excited.
She
imagined the tiny man wearing a red dress, on his hands and knees,
bowing before her barbie doll like it was some kind of religious
icon.
“Crystal,
that's absolutely crazy.” She giggled, leaning back in her chair
and feeling a wave of fatigue.
The
two girls nuzzled into each other, both of then running their hands
across each others bodies, each feeling incredibly comfortable in
each others warm embrace.
Amoe
grabbed the remote on the table in front of her, before flipping on
the TV.
“I'm
tired.” She paused, yawning. “Let's watch something before we
crash” She said, shivering as she felt Crystal's lips grazed her
bare neck.
It
had been a wild night, and a lot had happened, but now, her whole
body tingling in carnal pleasure, she leaned back and relaxed.