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?”