The Black Widow

Her name was Kenna. She was a huge social media sensation, very skilled in the art of findom.  I was one of her obsessed fans. I forked over hundreds and hundreds of dollars, barely leaving myself enough to survive. She was so sweet. She sent me so many pictures for the money I sent and was almost always willing to chat with me. But then the day came when I lost my job and was on the verge of losing everything. I was crying as I sent her the message saying that I couldn't keep paying her for a while.

I have an idea, she typed back, There's this new trend going on where models are bringing in shrunken special guests to their videos and lives. If you shrunk yourself down and mailed yourself to me so we could do that, I would be forever grateful. Then, once we've made enough content and are ready to grow you back, I'll even consider being your girlfriend.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. I felt like I was the luckiest man alive. I wasted no time running my happy ass down to the shrinking center where I was shrunk down and shipped to my "caretaker" aka, Kenna. When I arrived at her house and she opened the package, she looked down and saw me, and the second she did, she burst into laughter.

"Oh my God!!" She exclaimed loudly. "I can't believe your dumb ass actually fell for that line of bullshit! Do you really think you would ever stand a chance with a hot fox like myself!? But it's too late now. You already signed all your rights over to me when you signed me up to be your caretaker. My god you are so fucking pathetic!

She wasted no time opening the shipping cage I was in and yanking me out. She took me into her filming room, sat down, placed me on her desk telling me to wait while she removed her socks and shoes. A few seconds later, as she was getting herself set up to go live, an intensely foul odor hit my nose. It took a few seconds to place the smell, but then I realized that the smell was coming from Kenna's feet. I couldn't believe that a woman so beautiful could produce a smell so foul.

Without even so much as an acknowledgement, she scooped me up off the table and the next thing I know, she's holding me tightly to her stinky foot with my head positioned right under her toes. Something slipped down over my head and around my neck. It was a toe ring. I was stuck to her foot which she placed back on the floor, pinning me down with no consideration to how I felt. But she was my Goddess now, so I certainly wasn't about to complain.

"Hi guys!" I heard her say excitedly. "I got a super surprise for you guys today! I can't believe I actually did it, but I actually managed to convince some pathetic simp to shrink himself down and sign himself over to me as his caretaker! Can you believe it!? What a pathetic little piece of shit! Look, he's stuck to my foot right now!"

She finally lifted her foot off me and I flew up at breakneck speed, being yanked up with her foot by my head. The pain was excruciating, and I was doing my best to hold the toe ring to relieve as much pressure off my throat as possible.

"Look!" She said pointing at me. "See how pathetic! This is so exciting. So who's next? Who wants to join our little rat here? Or does watching his suffering satisfy you enough? Hey, let go of that toe ring, I never said you could touch it!"

I let go of the toe ring and began choking as she continued to hold her foot up.

"Look at him," she said, "I think he's starting to turn blue! Thats a good little bitch! Well, I guess I better let you down before you die. Not that I would care all that much, it's more that I haven't had the chance to have any fun with you yet."

I felt as though I was about to pass out as her foot flew back down to the floor, slamming me into it hard as her foot came to a rest on it. I couldn't tell much of what was going on after that. She put me down just in time to stop me from passing out, but the weight of her foot pressing down was also making breathing a bit of a difficult task. Luckily the shrinking process makes you far more dense, which leads do astounding durability. I just hoped I would be strong enough to hold up, because I had a feeling that the worst was yet to come.

She finished up her live and then brought her foot up onto her knee where she proceeded to put her filthy sock back on without even acknowledging my presence. Next, she put on her shoes and proceeded to go about her day as though I wasn't even there. I spent my entire day trapped inside her shoe under her foot. Between the smell and the never-ending trampling session, my life was far more miserable than I ever could've imagined. You see, the funny thing is, this was an exact fantasy of mine that I've had for years. I've always wanted a hot, sexy woman to treat me like shit and abuse me with her stinky nasty feet. However, now, as it was actually happening, I realized what a foolish fantasy it was. Yet, I knew at the end of the day, I would still never protest and will always obey. This was what I signed up for, what I always wanted. I had to see it through, even if that meant for the rest of my life.

That night when she went to bed, she didn't take her sock of to let me out, and also didn't acknowledge me in any way. She seemed to be making it a point to show me just how little I meant to her. The first night with her was absolutely horrible. As badly as I've always wished that I could be close to her, I never wanted it to be like this. I mean, yea, I'm a big time sub, but I've never really liked feet like that. In fact, they kinda really gross me out. Part of what had me the most upset right now was that I had told her that many times, and I know she's very aware that I don't like feet, so the fact that she's deciding to do this to me speaks volumes to how she feels about me.

It was a rough night. I was still being held in place by the toe ring, so every time she ended up laying on her back, which was most of the night, I was left there, dangling by my neck. But it was still better than when she laid on her side. The way my body hung down, it was a miracle that my neck didn't snap! When her she finally got up the next morning, I was very hopeful that she would finally be letting me out, but she made it a point to show me right away that she wasn't going to be doing that anytime soon by putting her shoes back on right away.

The smell was starting to get quite ripe now, and the constant trampling and being yanked around by my neck was absolute torture. At one point I couldn't take it anymore and I began to scream and scream until she finally acknowledged me by squeezing her toes tightly around my head to silence me. After that, I didn't dare scream anymore.

That night when she took her shoes off and started getting ready for bed, and once again I grew hopeful for freedom.. And once again I was denied. Back into bed once again, this time her feet smelling much worse. I wanted nothing more than to get out, and began to think that maybe sending myself to a findom mistress wasn't the wisest idea. As the night droned on once more, there was nothing I could do but suffer ever subtle movement of my Goddesses foot.

Finally the next morning came and once more my heart fluttered.. And once more, my prayers were declined as she once again slid immediately into her shoes. I didn't understand what was going on. She couldn't plan on keeping me like this forever.. Could she? I mean, she has to shower at some point. Why won't she let me out!?

About halfway through the day, she slipped her shoe off. Immediately I felt a cool breeze blow and knew we were outside. I was nervous to think of what she might have planned. At this point I had no clue what to expect from my Goddess beyond the fact that I probably won't be enjoying any of the things she has planned for me. I was honestly hurt at the thought. I willing gave this woman every penny I had, and when I couldn't afford to continue doing that, I gave her myself entirely. I honestly thought that she was just playing a persona, I didn't think she would actually be this heartless. I hoped there would be at least a little appreciation for all that I had sacrificed for her. My thoughts were interrupted as I rapidly shot up into the air.

"And here he is guys!" I heard her say. She must've been doing a live. "Now I know you can't see him, but if you look closely, you can see him bulging out of my sock a bit. Can you believe this pathetic loser was actually stupid enough to give himself over to me?" She began sliding me back into her shoe. "You know, he's told me a few times that he doesn't really like feet. So needless to say I've kept him in here ever since he showed up. I gotta make sure he knows exactly where his place is now and just how little he means to me. He's lucky he can't be crushed, otherwise I would've crushed him like a bug the second he showed up at my house. Who else wants to be stupid and sacrifice their pathetic lives for my happiness and pleasure?"

The Live went on for quite some time, and a good portion of it was her talking about how pathetic I was and all the fucked up things that she planned on doing to me now that I gave myself up to be her new toy. The more she talked, the more I realized I had made a terrible mistake. As hot as this fantasy was in my head, is equally how horrible it is in real life. I thought having a hot young woman controlling every aspect of my life was so hot, but now, in my current situation, for the first time in my life, I began to question my fetish. This was simply beyond too much.

Two more days. Two. More. Days.. That's how much longer she kept me trapped in those awful socks who's smell was at the point of getting increasingly worse with every passing minute. They were utterly filthy and nauseatingly rank. I cried, begged, and pleaded for fresh air, but any time she heard my pathetic squeaks, her response was the same, she squeezed her toes tightly around my head and held them there until I began licking her filthy flesh. I was full of mixed emotions. In one way, it was everything I hated, but in another, it was everything I'd ever fantasized about. It was dreadfully confusing.

But finally the day came when half way through the day, her sock came off. And as I hung there by my neck, I could see her phone perched up in front of her, showing me off in the middle of her live she was doing. I watched through the screen as she reached down and pulled the toe ring up and off my head, leaving me to drop all the way to the hard floor. Her foot quickly crashed down on me, toes scrunched, and lifted me into the air by my arm. I just hung there limply, beaten and exhausted. What was I to do? Fight? Scream? I did all I really could. I dangled there lifelessly as she verbally assaulted and humiliated me in front of hundreds of her fans who all tuned in just to watch me suffer. After her live ended, she took me into the bathroom where she set her phone up once more, sat on the floor, and positioned me at her feet.

"I need a shower," she said, "it's been days now, and it's all your fault. So before I get into the shower, I want you to lick both of my feet clean, and I mean all the way clean!"

"Please Goddess," I responded, "I'm sorry, but I think this was a mistake! If I could just-"

"How dare you speak to me without direct permission! Who do you think you are!? All this time in my sock, have you not learned you place you pathetic little shit. You signed your life over to me! You're mine! Now and forever, to do with as I please and to treat you as I see fit! Now unless you want me to start making you clean my asshole every time I shit, I strongly suggest you get the fuck back to work and don't ever dare speak to me again! Cuz honestly, now that I've thought it up, you may still become my human toilet paper you insolent little prick. Now lick my fucking feet, and I expect a "thank you" when you're finished!"

I was shaking with fear. She was truly angry with me. How could I have been so foolish. I quickly ran to her foot and buried my face in her toes. The smell I dealt with in her sock for the last several days, was nothing compared to how bad the taste of her toe jam was. In my haste, I had unknowingly stuck my face in the strongest, most toxic portion of her foot, giving myself no easy start and nothing to work up to. It was the worst. But now that I had begun, taking the risk of moving to another part of her foot and offending her yet again simply wasn't an option. Thankfully after about fifteen minutes and a bunch of pictures later, the spot she had chosen to sit had become uncomfortable and she was growing bored of me.

"Sit down and close your eyes," she commanded.

Too scared to disobey, I immediately did as she asked and then braced myself for the worst. But then I heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor and I realized that she was simply getting undressed for her shower now, and I wasn't, and most likely never would be, worthy enough for that view.

"Keep your eyes shut until I say otherwise," she said seconds before I felt her hand wrap around me and picked me up.

I heard the sound of the shower begin to run and moments later felt the blast of water hitting me as she climbed in. She transferred me from one hand to the other, which had a washcloth in it. After putting me on the washcloth, I was hit with a giant bar of soap as she began to lather it in. She put the soap down, and then next thing I knew I could feel myself being pressed up against her smooth flesh as she began to wash her body. The soap was burning the hell out of my eyes, and I even got some in my mouth, but for the first time since I showed up, I wasn't fully regretting my decision. It was pretty hot knowing I was being rubbed all over her entire naked body. She didn't acknowledge me once, but I didn't care, I knew this was the best I could ever hope for.

After her shower, she climbed out and casually tossed me into the sink so she could dry off and get dressed. Once she had herself taken care of, she dried me off and took me into her room where she pulled out a shrink ray. Was she about to grow me back? She couldn't possibly want me any smaller, what good would I be to her then. Unfortunately, that was exactly what she had planned. She set me down on the floor, and with one quick blast, I now stood at right around an inch tall. She put the gun down and picked me up. She sat down and slid me under her toe ring.

"I thought about it in the shower," she said, "and since you've openly admitted that you no longer wish to serve me, I've decided to grant your wish. You  no longer have to serve me. All you are now is another piece of jewelry to adorn my beautiful foot. Whether you like it or not, you're a foot loser now, and for the rest of your pathetic life. The only time I'm going to take you out of that toe ring is when I want to enjoy the power over forcing you to lick my filthy toes. And now that you'll be living in my socks, I don't think I'll be changing them all to very often anymore. I'm not going to keep skipping showers like I just did, but I'll definitely keep wearing the same socks and shoes so that the smell just gets gradually worse and worse, and every time you lick my filthy toes, I want you to thank me for the honor and tell me how much you love and worship me. I am your goddess, your only goddess. I am your entire life's purpose, displease me one more time, you'll regret it for the rest of forever!"

And that was it. The last thing she ever said to me. Any time I was freed from the toe ring, I knew I had only one job, and I was afraid of what might happen should I hesitate and anger her. I always say "thank you for this honor my most gracious goddess," to which she just smiles and nods, if she even acknowledges me at all. Not liking feet, it was a hard thing to get used to at first, but after months and months of this being my norm, I've grown to accept, and even appreciate the simplicity of my life. Who would've thought that being a slave could be so freeing. You never have to worry about what to do or what to think, that's already taken care of. You do what you're expected and think only loving thoughts of your Goddess. That is all that matters in this life, and hopefully when it's all over, I can serve her all the same in the next...