Dianne walked over to her bag which she left at the door, and took out her hiking shoes. She wanted to be prepared for tomorrow. She already had a bag packed for her hike, but began to lay out her clothes. Besides her stocking and panties, she was utterly nude, which was her preferred method of sleeping. As she did, she could feel little Mark lapping at her second toe, his warm little body trapped under her second and third toe, as his tiny penis thrust between them. The feeling it gave her was pleasant, like a tiny little tickle from underneath her toes, but more than anything it made her somewhat intoxicated with power – like he was worshiping her as his god. She paused and sighed, squeezing the tiny man slowly with her toes, his little movements becomes more pronounced as she made her grip tighter and tighter.

Oh my god... She thought, blushing from the irresistible feeling.

After she finished, she walked over to Sarah, who was now under the covers on her own bed, her back resting against the frame as she flipped through her phone.

“Today has been really great Sarah. I can't wait for tomorrow” Dianne said. Her feet were resting on the floor, and occasionally she would squeeze her toes subconsciously, Mark's tiny body being used as nothing but a little stress toy, the sensation of his squirming as her grip became tighter sending a shiver up her spine.

Sarah smiled. “It's going to be soooo great.” She giggled, before pausing. “By the way, it's been a looong time since I've used an insert for anything other than arch support. How does he feel?”

Dianne giggled. “Wanna see?” She then picked her right foot up, and swung it up onto the bed, her leg now running along the left side of Sarah's body, her toe pointed upwards as it reached near Sarah's breast.

Sarah looked inside of Dianne nylon. Mark was horizontal, wedged between the gap of her toes and the ball of her foot, the tiny boys naked butt visible from behind him. As she leaned in closer, she could see the tiny boy trembling, as his little butt was thrusting in and out between her toes. His face was buried in the second toe, and she watched in fascination as he sucked and lapped at her skin, like one making ravenous love to his dream woman.

Dianne then scrunched her toes, the tan meaty digits visibly enveloping the boy and obscuring much of his body, before relaxing again. The tiny man, however, didn't stop, and the scrunching only seemed to make him move faster, like the stimulation further aroused him.

“Wow” Sarah said. “He loves it. You're like, totally spoiling him”

Dianne laughed. “You think?” She giggled, scrunching her toes a little bit tighter than before and leaving them locked on him longer. “It's like a tiny little massage under my toes. But more importantly, I think it's important that he loves his new goddesses too. I plan to be a good goddess” She relaxed her toes, the little boy audibly struggling to breathe before he immediately began to kiss and thrust at her toes again.

Sarah paused. “You know, I think you're like, totally onto something. A combination of strategies is probably going to be the most effective. Like a good cop, bad cop, routine.”

Dianne laughed, her leg sliding closer to Sarah as sat down on the bed herself. “Exactly” She could feel mark trembling and thrusting underneath her toes, his tiny johnson gliding between like a tiny warm stick, his lips and tongue creating the faintest warm wet sensation under her second toe.

Sarah's face loomed in closer to get a better look, the naked butt of the tiny man visible as he remained locked between Dianne's toes.

He looks more like a worm than a person. Sarah mused, not quite sure if what she was looking at was funny or sad.

Dianne looked towards her foot for the first time, and could see eyes between her toes which were currently focusing on where his lips were smacking on the side of her second toe. His tiny penis contrasted as just a little bit of pink meat from her tan second and third toes wrapping it on either side.

“Alright Mark. I think we're off to bed. I want you to finish making love to your mistresses. It's time to show me you truly love these toes. Climax, now.”

As she stared down at him, she could see Mark's eyes widen as it focused up on her. She could feel his thrusts picking up energy and speed, his mouth suddenly moving back and forth rapidly like he was trying to lick any bit of skin he could reach. While his movement was more noticeable, it still felt like nothing more than a light pressing into her toes.

Sarah giggled. “Oooooh. You're really emphasizing your power over him. That's, like, totally hot.”

She said, giggling. “C'mon Marky. Time to cum for your goddess”

Dianne smiled and stared at the little boy, but as he continued to thrust and thrust, he still hadn't cum.

“Did you hear me, tiny man? I said cum!” Dianne bellowed, now, more authoritatively, before beginning to laugh with Sarah.

Mark body seemed to vibrate below her toes, but she still could tell the little boy hadn't cum below her. She began to tighten her grip on him in irritation, the writhing between her toes more pronounced, the oscillation becoming faster.

Was he trying to defy me? She thought. Furiously. The last thing she want was to be embarrassed in front of friend.

She spoke again, giggling throughout “Mark, you will get off right now or you're going to spend the rest of your pathetic tiny life in toe hell!”

***

Dianne's words seemed to boom from everywhere around me, making the world that I could see which was the gap between her toes shake. Even though my erection was rock solid, I was oddly not aroused, and it was as if my terror was the only thing rushing blood into my cock.

Mortal dread washed over me; I desperately wanted to cum, no longer thinking of myself as anything but Dianne's slave, terrified of the toes that wanted me to fuck them, but I just couldn't get off.

Please god. I prayed. Have mercy on me. Let me just cum, please...

My praying didn't help, and I could see Dianne's lips curling into a frown between the gaps of brown flesh between her toes, her grip now tightening, increasing my panic, making it difficult to breathe.

Sarah's voice boomed from behind me, hot her breath washing over my back like a storm making it feel like a suana now against with Dianne's toes.

“Is the tiny boy being naughty?” She started to giggle, and suddenly feeling a new huge sharp pressure digging into my back.

Dianne's voice seemed to come from everywhere like thunder. “No - I got this” The sharp pressure suddenly disappeared, and Dianne's voice continued to boom. “Alright Mark. One final chance, before you lovin becomes a whoopin.” Her voice was stern, but I could see her lips flip quickly into a devilish grin.

Please god. I thrust my and thrust between her toes, the oil and heat from her feet allowing it to glide unnaturally, my erection rock solid. But I just couldn't get off, desperately thrusting back and forth, becoming more light headed as the hot oily flesh of Dianne's toes tightened around me like huge leather boa constrictor.

Tears poured from my eyes as I thrust and thrust, becoming more and more terrified.

Dianne's voice boomed, and the words making me feel like a hole was opened in my stomach.

“Fine, you want to be punished? Have it your way.” Dianne's voice boomed through the vibrations of her voice in her toes, shaking me to my core.

Suddenly, Dianne's big toe above me curled back, pulling the nylon material with it, creating a pocket below her huge brown toe, terror freezing me as the rest of her toes above me curled up to followe, the big brown fleshy bags lifting like strange giant leather couches.

And without any warning, I found myself tumbling, a sudden shift of her foot throwing me sideways, my body free from under her second and third toes and into the new gap formed between her nylon and big toe. When the spinning stopped I simply watched in dread as the Dianne's calloused big toe loomed over me, the leather glimmering of oil, only able to draw the faintest soapy cheese breath of warm air from unmitigated terror.

FWOOSH

I could barely scream as the couch sized toe curled downward, slamming me in my legs and stomach, knocking my johnson painfully downward as the wind was simultaneously knocked out of me, the hot oily flesh of her toe feeling like a giant hot boxing glove slamming into me. My head spun in confusion, the lack of air and ringing sensation leaving me lightheaded and disoriented, the only sensation beyond the sharp pain of my chest and gasping for air the strange sensation in my groin, my erection still fully hard.

And then the heat from her oily toe started to diminish, and in my confused gasping of humid air under it, I recoiled in horror as I watched the toe begin to lift back upward, the slow movement filling me with the dread of pain I knew was bound to now come. I truly paniced, and I strangely found myself trying to thrust after them, staring at swirls under Dianne's big toe.

Please god, just let me cum. I begged, finding myself transfixed on the rough callous the side of her big toe. I pitifully humped the air below her toe, the nylon tight behind me as the huge hot big toe loomed over me, feeling only my body aching from fatigue and pain.

Dianne voice seemed to emerge from everywhere. “The sooner you get off, the sooner your beating will end!”

Her giggles cracked like gunfire as the vibrating nylon jostled me below her big toe, and I instinctively flinched as her big to suddenly jerked forward, only to stop just inches away from my face, the swirls on the bottom of her flesh completely filling my vision. Each line was filled with a sheen of oil, bits of dust and dirt from the brief time between her bathroom spattered across the bottom of her toe like the dust splashed on the side of a car, the heat of the thing making the environment feel like a fire

Dianne's laughter seemed more like thunder now, distinctly feminine yet somehow otherworldly, causing the nylon I was in to vibrate, causing my bruised body to bump into the bottom of the toe that just pummeled me, each tough causing me to jerk spasmodically from fear.

As I stared at Dianne's big toe, I found myself praying once again, pathetically humping the bottom of her toe. Please God... I thought, feverishly. What did I do to deserve this?

But as I begged the divine to save me, I couldn't help but think about the big toe before me. Maybe this is what I was praying to. And as I humped the bottom of it, I started to lick the grooves of huge leather skin as well, somehow imagining that this would be the key to my salvation, and my loins began to stir.

And then, without warning the toe curled back up again, and I wanted to scream, but I was too tired to do so – instead the dread washing over me like a wave.

Dianne's voice boomed again, and with her toe curled upward, I could see her face peering down at me between the gap of her big and second toe, the only thing visible a green eye and a sliver of her face, seeming to be distantly far away, and yet the only thing I could see.

“You're pathetic” Dianne's voice boomed all around me.

And toe swung downward, the huge brown flesh cushion I was praying to now my terror with no chance of escaping.

***

Sarah watched in utter fascination as the tiny man desperately try to hump Dianne's brown big toe, the thing dwarfing the boy as he desperately wriggled underneath her.

Like, Dianne might be onto something. She thought, staring at the boy try to make love to the toe which had just clobbered him. As she watched boy attempt to hump and hump, she was amazed at how quickly Mark had transformed. He hadn't cummed yet of course, but the boy seemed genuinely aroused – the boy turning from a brand new tiny to completely broken in insert in a day was unheard of. She was pretty good at getting them to be serviceable insert in a day – but if she could go from being a disobedient little tiny to something that can cum almost on demand – well, there might be something to a mixed strategy.

As Dianne lifted her toe up again, Sarah couldn't help but smile as the boy tried to lunge after it, the pathetic thing desperately trying to love his obvious goddess above him.

“You're pathetic” Dianne said.

And as the words left her lips, Sarah watched as the boys demeanor change – in an instant he knew the suffering he was going to experience.

Sarah looked up at Dianne smiling down at her toes, and for a second, glimpsed the irresistible look of a women in complete control. It was provocative even to her.

And then Dianne put her toe down.

***

BOOM

Pain seemed to cover every part of my body as my head whipped violently backwards, the air painfully forced from my lungs causing me to writhe as I attempted to gasp for air. But the toe remained pressed onto me, forcing my face awkwardly to the side as the heat and oil seemed to pervade all my senses, making it incredibly difficult to even gasp.

Tears poured from my eyes as I continued to try, Dianne's huge toe warping around my face being the only thing I could sense beyond the sharp pain across my body beyond the throbbing erection below me. My consciousness was starting to spin, and I found myself once again humping the bottom of her toe, faintly sensing the world around me start to turn. I could feel the nylon that was once pulling me towards her toe suddenly slacken, as gravity seemed to pull me towards it.

The world shook around me with a thunderous slam.

BOOM

What air I had in my lungs was once again pressed out of me, but this time, instead of being slammed like a punching back, it was like I was slowly and increasingly squeezed against the soft flesh of Dianne's big toe, and the now familiar sense feeling pressing into the nylon behind my back. My eyes flicked for a second – and I could see what happened. Dianne had placed her foot on the floor, and her toe remained on top of me, the air slowly being pressed out of me.

And suddenly, a very real thought crossed my mind. Dianne might crush me like a grape.

The pressure was increasing. I could feel the heat and oil from her toes, chunks of dust disrupting the ripple pattern putting an oddly uneven pressure on my skin.

Please God...

“Ts ts ts” The booming feminine voice seemed to emanate from inside of me, blurring my vision of the line of toe smashed into my face.

Plea - “You're really going to get it now”

Dianne's booming voice overran my own thinking.

Please... I thought – but I didn't think of God. With one eye smooshed and becoming more and more lightheaded, my erection was still hard, deftly pushed between a swirl of her skin, pushed tightly into my own thighs.

I desperately tried to thrust myself, expending an immense energy coming with an even greater amount of pain, the swirling hot skin of the big toe pressing me into the ground all I could think about.

The toe is my god...Please, I beg you... let it... let it end...

The dull pain across my body heightened as my vision began to blur, the heat increasing, the lack of air heightening all my senses, and yet...

Dianne... I tried to imagine her face, but the flesh being compressed into me, the heat and oil of her flesh...

bum

I could feel the booming vibration through my bones. My vision further blurred, the heat increasing, the pain spiking – felt like I was covered in oil - but a budding arousal kept growing in my groin.

Bum

Another boom. Dianne's pulse vibrating my whole body. I made one last effort to push myself into the toe, the pressure between her flesh and my thighs strangely spiking with pleasure.

Give up.

I tried to push myself into the toe again, sticking out my tongue to taste the divine.

Bum

Your nothing.

I could feel nothing but pain and the pleasure budding from my groin.

This toe is your god.

The pleasure began to spike.

FWOOSH

The gust of air accompanied my instinctual gasp for air, my arousal fully realized with my johnson hard and erect, pointed straight into the air. I stared at Dianne's toe and I suddenly longed for it to be on me again, realizing that it pulled back again, strangely not afraid.

I'm your toe boy. I thought, without a hesitation. I never was a man. I'm just a plaything for Dianne's toes. This is my purpose.

An earth shattering laughter emanated from all around me, removing me from the trance of my realization. My eyes shifted, and I could see Dianne leaning forward, her eyes visible as she bent over the tip of her toe to see me, her long black hair seeming fall forever like glimmering carbon chains.

Her voice boomed as she continued to laugh. “Cum time!”

And I knew she was right. She was god after all.

Time seemed to slow as her huge toe swung down, the big brown thing becoming all I could see, my vision focused on spec of dust wedged between the ripple in her skin as it took up more and more of my vision.. I tried to thrust myself into it, but simulatenously the heat, smell, oil, slammed into me with a whirlwind of pain and ecstasy, and I found my mind thought on one thing as my head snapped back to the floor. The pressure began to spike as the brown flesh of Dianne's toe became all I could see, the world darkening around me.

I'm your toe boy! I thought, the rapture of truth all I could sense as the world faded to black.

***

Dianne's barely moved her toe down onto the tiny boy, and instantly felt a warm wet burst on the bottom of her big toe.

Something strange had come through her the last few minutes, and for the first time in her life, she felt like she was in charge – and she felt good. The last few minutes of having the tiny boy worship her – and then employing the stick when she needed – was the perfect dance of emotions, the build up to something it felt like she had worked for – she deserved, her whole life.

And as she felt Mark shiver as a tiny wetness spread along the bottom of her toe, she was happy that following her instincts had yielded such marvelous results. Even Sarah looked impressed, and as she looked back down at her toe, the tingling sensation that began in her there ran up her leg into her own loins, and she found herself a splash wet with delight.

That was AWESOME! She thought, loving the feeling of godlike control she had over the man. And as the feeling subsided, the day caught up with, a wave of fatigue instantly making her sleepy.

She didn't bother picking her foot up off the boy, pivoting on her other foot, only to sit down in her bed across from Sarah, quickly putting her legs below the covers.

Dianne giggled, looking at Sarah. “I guess he does love me after all.”

Sarah giggled back. “You're so naughty. I guess Mark really does love you. I'm impressed.”

Dianne responded. “Haha yea. I can't believe I...” she paused to stop herself from laughing “... beat him off with my toes.” She paused to giggle some more. “Well I'm pooped. Mind if I turn out the lights?” She said, lifting her arm to turn off the light switch conveniently placed between the two beds.

Sarah paused. “Like, you should really make him lick it up before he goes to sleep – you don't want to form bad habits”

Dianne laughed. “And you said I was naughty?” As she spoke she curled her leg up, grabbing it with her hands to view the tiny boy trapped beneath her toes, pushing back the blanket.

Dianne giggled, before speaking. “Awww” Mark's tiny arms and legs were wrapped around her toes, his mouth open, his penis only just becoming flaccid pressed into her toe. But his eyes were shut, and he could hear him snoring. The little boy was fast asleep.

“I think I knocked him right out. Typical man. Can't stay awake for a second after climax”

Sarah giggled. “Well nothing that dunking your foot in a little cold water won't solve.”

Dianne studied boy, picking her toe upward to create some slack, before she moved her fingers to her nylon, pushing the boy back underneath her second toe. She let her toes relax, the feeling of the little boy trapped underneath her toes strangely pleasant, his little breathe giving her tiniest tickle of pleasure.

Dianne let her leg stretch back out, getting more comfortable for herself.

“I think that can wait until tomorrow. Mark is going to have plenty to clean then, and honestly, we should get some rest.”

Sarah paused before speaking. “You know, like, your approach – it's totally refreshing. I've like, never seen a tiny broken in sooooo quickly.”

Dianne smiled, and scrunched her toes around Mark. She could feel a warm puff of breathe underneath her toe, before reaching over to the light switch, gesturing to Sarah.

“You good?” Dianne said.

“Yep. I'm pooped. Let's get some sleep, long day tomorrow” Sarah responded.

“Alright Sarah. Good night.”

“Good night Dianne.”

Dianne closed her eyes, incredibly warm and comfortable under her blanket, feeling totally satisfied in the darkness. As she drifted slowly unconscious, her thoughts were on the tiny boy trapped between her toes, each breath against the bottom of her digits becoming more and more pronounced, the strange feeling causing her to flex and tighten her toe around the little thing, forcing his breath to labor more, before squeezing the air from him satisfyingly, only to relax again, feeling his tiny puffs of air against her toes, before repeating the process again. Soon it was the only thing she could sense as sleep started to overtake her, each little puff of air reminding her of the godlike power she had.

It was almost like counting sheep...