The Babysitter

The was a knock at the door.

"That must be the babysitter!" My mom said. "I'll get it!"

"Mom," I yelled, voice barely audible at my diminutive size, "how many times do I have to tell you, I don't need a goddam babysitter!! I'm 26!!"

"Oh enough of that honey, you know how it is. You're too tiny now, someone always needs to be here in case you need something."

"Mom, I'll be fine! Please send her home!"

"Quiet! Enough of this nonsense. What difference does it make to you?"

"It's embarrassing!"

Not having any more of it, my mom turned away and went to answer the door. I turned around and went back into my dollhouse that had been converted to the perfect home for a tiny of my size. I shut the door behind me as the babysitter entered the house.

"Hi, I'm Emily." The girl said. "So where's the little guy I'll be watching tonight?"

"Hi, nice to meet you," my mom replied. "He's over there hiding in his little house. He doesn't like that we hire babysitters for him. But don't worry, he won't cause you any problems. In fact, I'd be surprised if you even see him at all. He's shy around new people and most of his previous babysitters all said the same about him."

"Ok cool. Sounds like a simple night! Well you have yourself a wonderful night out and I'll keep your little boy here nice and safe!"

There was a quick rustling as my mom gathered her things and left. I peaked out and watched as the woman sat down on the couch and made herself comfortable. She was pretty cute, but at my size there wasn't even a point to saying hi. She would undoubtably see me as highly inferior. For a minute I just stood there, watching through my little window. She kicked off her shoes and placed her sock covered feet on the coffee table, leaning back into the couch making herself more comfortable.

Losing interest, I turned and began to walk away. But then it hit me. This smell. Toxic in nature and thick. I coughed a little as my eyes began to water a bit. The smell was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I turned back around and looked out the window once again, looking at the Emily as she sat back watching tv. It was when I noticed her toes wiggling that I realized where the smell was coming from. It was absolutely horrid and there was no way I was going to get used to this. My only option was to go out to her and ask her to put her shoes back on. 

As I made my way closer and closer to her the air got thicker with her stench. Part of me wanted to say screw it and turn around and head back to my house and try to just deal with it because every step just got worse and worse. By the time I reached the couch, my lungs and eyes were burning intensely.

"Hey, excuse me!" I shouted up to her. "Hello!?"

The tv went silent.

"Hello?" She called out, not moving.

"Down here!"

"Oh, hey." She said causally looking down at me. "What's up little guy?"

"I swallowed my agitation and continued.

"Can you please put your shoes back on? I don't mean to be rude, but at my size I'm much more sensitive to things like taste, smell, and sounds."

"Oh come on," she said sitting up and taking her feet off the coffee table and bringing them to a rest on each side of me. "They cant be that bad."

Now surrounded, the air burned more than ever. Even my skin felt as though it was burning. I needed to get away, and quick.

"Please," I begged, "I can't breath! Please for the love of God put your shoes back on!"

"Hey," she said angrily, "there's no need to be rude about it."

"I'm not being rude about it, you're being rude by not putting your shoes back on. Please your feet smell so bad and I can't handle it."

"You had better stop being rude to me!"

"What the fuck!? I'm not being rude! Put your goddamn shoes back on in MY house! They smell beyond comprehension! Like seriously, do you ever wash your fucking feet!?"

That struck a nerve. I could see it in her eyes.

"I have a medical condition you asshole! My feet smell because I sweat a lot. You're just another judgmental prick like everyone else. Only this time, you're just the right size for me to do something about it!"

She picked up her foot and removed her sock. She looked down at me and then began to casually lower her foot back in my direction. There was no time to run, no time to react, so I simply put my arms up defensively as her toes landed directly on top of me, knocking me over and pinning me to the floor. I immediately began to gag and wretch as the smell of her foot hit me and the thick layer of sweat on her toes rubbed off on my face as she pushed my helpless body into the carpet.

I tried to fight back as she casually battered me with her toes, but there wasn't much that could be done at my size, other than lay there and take the abuse. For several minutes she sat there giggling as she squeezed me over and over with her toes and ground me into the carpet, covering me in more and more of her nasty sweat, and even forcing globs of it into my mouth at times. 

After a few minutes of abuse, that seemed to go on for eternity as the smell and taste of her foot consumed me, she pinched me tightly with her toes and lifted me up off the floor. When her toes wrapped around me, my face was buried in her flesh, so when I felt a cool damp cloth sliding across my back, I could only assume the worst. My suspicions were confirmed quite quickly as her toes opened and the cloth was stretched around me, holding me in place under her toes.

"So what do you think," she asked, wiggling her toes around me. "Do you want to keep insulting me and my feet, or are you going to be a good, respectful little boy?"

"I'll be good, I'll be good," I screamed, my voice muffled by her toes. "Please just let me out of here!"

"On one condition. I want you to apologize and tell me how much you were wrong and that you love the smell of me feet and have no problem if I keep my shoes off the rest of the night."

"Ok, ok. I'm so sorry I called your feet smelly. I truly enjoy their aroma, please feel free to keep your shoes off all night! Now can I please come out?"

"Aw, that was so sweet for you to say all those nice things. I'm sorry, maybe I am being a tad bit rude myself. I guess you're right, my feet do smell a little. You're probably right about me needing to put my shoes back on. I mean, the last thing I want is for your mom to come home and I've stunk up the whole house. That would be pretty embarrassing."

Thank God I thought to myself as I waited for her sock to come off and to be set free. Imaging my horror when I felt the soggy insole of her nasty sneaker pressing into my back as she slid it back on. I tried to scream out, but between being mashed under her toes, as well as now being locked in the confines of a shoe. I could feel the vibrations travel through her shoe as she tied the laces. This couldn't seriously be happening!

Once again she propped her feet up on the coffee table and went back to watching tv, leaving me to suffer at the mercy of her toes. At first she played with me non-stop, squeezing me with her toes, keeping me in a constant state of distress. If the constant abuse from her toes mashing me wasn't bad enough, being trapped in the shoe with nowhere for the smell to escape to meant a never ending increase in the stench that surrounded me.

As time passed, slower than one could imagine, her toes slowly stopped beating me as her attention seemed to focus more and more on the tv. My whole world spun in a quick dizzying haze as she readjusted herself. When she came to a stop I found myself uncomfortably stuck upside down. The only reason I could think could cause my current situation would be if she pulled her feet up onto the couch to lay down on her side. As the blood rushed to my head, all I could do was hope and pray she didn't go to sleep. On the other hand, if she fell asleep and mom were to catch her, she'd be totally busted when she had no choice but to pull me out of her shoe in front of my mom.

The hours droned on, with the scent and the burning sensation on my skin caused by her sweat steadily increasing as the night dragged along. I contemplated fighting her and possibly biting her, just to be irritating and hopefully get her to let me out, but at this point I was pretty certain she was sleeping and I was really hoping she was so that my mom would catch her. She had to be coming home any minute now, I just knew it. Or so I thought, As it turned out, it had only been two hours since Emily showed up and mom still wasn't due back for hours. But tormented as I was, every second felt like an eternity, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to escape it. Finally, after what felt like days, I heard the muffled sound of the front door shutting.

"Emily dear," I heard my mother saying, loud enough to wake Emily.

I could feel her stir and sit up as she awoke, and my heart fluttered with glee. This was it. She was about to be busted, and with the right guilt trip, I could probably get mom to stop hiring babysitters altogether now! 

"I'm sorry I fell asleep," I heard Emily respond groggily.

"It's ok dear, I know it's late. Was he good for you?"

"Hmm? Oh, yea, quiet as a mouse all night."

"Well that's good. Do you need a ride home?"

"Yes please, that would be great."

As she got up and made her way to the door I began to panic. This couldn't be happening. Why wasn't she pulling me out of her sock now. She couldn't seriously be considering kidnapping me, could she? Then I felt her start grinding her toes down on me, twisting and turning her foot while scrunching and unscrunching her toes around me.

"You alright?" Mom asked.

"Yea.." Emily mumbled in response. "My seems to have bunched up under my toes and it's really uncomfortable. Hold on a sec."

I felt the shoe come off. Thank God! I was finally about to come out! No such luck. As soon as her foot was out of her shoe, I felt the fabric of her sock push me tighter into her foot as she wiggled her toes on me once more.

"Whatever," she said, "I'll fix it when I get home."

And with that, she shoved her foot back into her shoe. I heard the door shut behind her and felt the heat in her shoe immediately begin to climb as she entered the warm, outside summer air. We were in the midst of a heat wave, and even in the middle of the night it was hot as hell, and inside her shoe was a thousand times worse. 

The pressure eased off as she got into my moms car and shut the door. The whole ride back to her house her toes were once again absentmindedly playing with my poor beaten body. The worst part was that my mom never used the air conditioner in the car, so there was no relief from the heat. And even though I'm sure the windows were open, down on the floor in the confines of her shoe, I felt no breeze whatsoever. Just the ever-increasing body heat that surrounded me. It got to the point where the heat was so intense and I was so thirsty that I desperately began to suck up the sweat dripping from her toes, just to wet my throat. Unfortunately, the saltiness of it all only left me craving more. Hell was no longer a strong enough word to express my current situation. 

Finally home, the women said their goodbyes and them Emily made her way inside her home, taking me along with her. I was in full blown panic knowing that I was now nowhere near the safety my home and mother provided. The only relief I could take in my situation was knowing that at least she would finally be taking me out of her sock, or if not, at the very least taking her shoes off to go to bed.

As to how I could keep assuming so terribly wrong is beyond me. As soon as she got to her room, she collapsed on her bed, curled up, and passed out. Now panic really set in as I knew that there would be no reprieve at any point in the immediate future. I was destined to spend the whole night in this gorgeous womans God awful sock and shoe. And I this point I wasn't even sure if she was lying to my mom, or if in her sleepy stupor she truly forgot I was there. Either way, I wouldn't be finding out until the morning.

The hours ticked on, every second seeming to last an eternity as the situation I was in steadily worsened, a situation I couldn't even believe was possible. The smell of rotten death mixed with the constant scrunching of toes around me along with the sweat that burned my skin and constantly being crammed in uncomfortable positions was more than I could bare. I was exhausted, all my energy depleted, but the conditions I was forced to suffer in made it completely impossible to sleep. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she began to stir.

"Oh man," I heard her say as she shifted and set her feet on the floor, "I must've been super tired last night to fall asleep with my shoes on.."

She got up and began walking, her toes crushing me with every step.

"This damn sock!" She said.

I felt her foot begin to pull me out of her shoe. Once again, her sock was yanked tightly as she began to wiggle her toes.

"What the Hell is in my.. Oh shit!"

She sat down and took off her sock. The constant battering from her toes managed to get my arm and leg pinched between them, holding me to her foot, even after she removed her sock. She giggled at my situation, set up her phone, and took a selfie of me before finally pulling me free and holding me up to her face.

"Sorry little dude," she said, "when I fell asleep at your house last night I completely forgot about you being in my shoe. I guess it's too late now though. I can't tell your mom that I accidentally kidnapped you, especially because I put you in my sock just to torment you. That definitely won't look good.."

"Please," I replied, "I'll do anything you want, just take me back to my mom. Please! I'll say it was my fault. I'll tell her that I snuck into your cleavage while you were sleeping. I promise I won't tell her what really happened, just please please please let me go!"

She set me down on the floor, took off her other sock, and placed her nasty sweat covered feet in front of me. There was a thick sheen of foot sweat that glistened in the light, and even though I was no longer trapped in the confines of her sock or shoe, the smell was still extremely rank.

"I'll make a deal with you," she said, "I'm still pretty insulted by the things you said last night about my feet. So how bout to make it up to me, you give both my feet a nice long tongue bath to say you're sorry. Do that for me and I'll gladly call your mom to have her come pick you up."

"Eww!" I replied. "That's nasty! Why the hell would I do that!? You just forced me to spend the whole night trapped inside you're nasty ass, foul smelling shoe. I think it's safe to say we're even. So can you please just call my mom now? I just want to go home. I promise I won't tell my mom anything.

She pushed her foot closer.

"I said to lick it," she said.

I pushed away.

"And I told you that there was no way that was happening," I replied. "Now call my mom!"

She laughed as she stood up.

"Who do you think you are to shout your demands at a giant goddess like myself?"

"Goddess? You really are delusional!"

"Wow. You just don't learn do you?"

She lifted her foot high up above me

"I guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson."

"No wait! I'll--"

Her foot came crashing down onto me at breakneck speed and slammed me into the floor. She started to grind me into the floor like she was putting out a cigarette. The pain was immense, but my body had become far denser when I shrunk, leaving me virtually indestructible. She took her sweet time grinding me into the floor, and by the time she lifted her foot, the thick semi dry layer of sticky sweat that covered her foot held me firmly in place. She left me there as she walked around for a minute, then once again took a seat on the floor. 

"So I just realized that my gym socks are at least a solid week old," she said. "You would think with how bad they smell that I'd remember to wash them, but every time I get ready at the gym I realized I forgot to wash them. I took a whiff and let me tell you, these smell far more worse than the socks I wore last night. I've decided that since you can't follow simple instructions, I'll just have to keep you. And since I'm going to be keeping you I really have no choice but to break you in and make you more useful. At your size, all you're good for is cleaning the filth off my body. The sooner you learn that, the easier it'll be for you to accept your knew role in life."

She made sure to position the foot that I was stuck on so that I could watch as she put her black gym sock on her other foot. I wasn't all that close, but I could still smell the scent emanating from those socks, and she certainly wasn't lying. Even from a distance, the smell they let off was far worse than the smell I'd just spent the whole night dealing with. She giggled as she dangled the sock that was soon to cover me, right in front of me. I couldn't believe that the smell it was leaving off was actually worse than the fresh smell coming from her foot!

Then, finally bored of teasing me, she went through with it and put her sock on over me. I started to scream. The smell was more than I could take and I just wanted out. But unfortunately for me, she found my screams to be highly annoying so she made it a point to rush and get her shoes on, silencing me inside when she did. From the second her foot locked into place, it was quite easy to tell she was wearing a different shoe, as the smell was far more intense and closer matching the smell of her sock. I could only assume she had slipped into her gym shoes, which could ultimately only mean one thing. She was getting ready to go work out.

"So today is cardio day," I heard her say from outside the shoe as though she had just read my thoughts. "Normally I would go to the nice air conditioned gym and run on the treadmill, but since you need to be broken, I think I nice long jog outside will be far more suiting."

I began to cry. From my position, there wasn't a single thing I could do to better the situation. I couldn't even cry out to her and beg for mercy. From where I was, she would never even hear me. She wasted no time making her way outside to begin her jog. From the second she walked out the  door, her foot began to sweat. Within minutes she was sweating profusely, and every step she took forced the accumulated sweat that had built up in her insole out, completely submerging me. Then the inertia of the rise back up would pull it back down into the insole, only to splash back up and submerge me again as her foot came down, over and over and over.

I thought the night went by slowly, but this was far worse. The constant rhythmic pounding, the constant water boarding.. Death couldn't come soon enough, and unfortunately wouldn't be coming at all. Slam. Slam. Slam. My torment was never ending. Finally hours later her steady pace slowed. She was coming to a stop. I listened intently for the sound of her door closing. And waited, and waited. Suddenly the pace picked up again. She wasn't done, just taking a quick break and was now back on the run.

Again my torment seemed to continue for an eternity, with no clue where we were or how close to done she was. Not knowing when she would be done was maddening and beginning to break me just as much mentally as the abuse was doing to me physically. As to how this woman could be so beautiful, yet so cruel, was beyond me.

Finally the pace slowed and very quickly thereafter the sound of the door shutting behind us could be heard. Thank God!! It was finally almost time to come out. After a run that long in the middle of a heat wave, there was no way this girl was about to forgo a shower just to spite me.. Was there? God if only I could stop being so wrong all the time. Being trapped under the ball of her foot, I couldn't tell you what she proceeded to do next, but I could tell you what she didn't do. Shower. She also never even bothered to remove her shoes, but rather left me in there to stew as she continued about her day as normal.

Time ever so slowly dragged on in the confines of her shoe. The climate was forever worsening, and now I truly had no idea if and when she was ever going to free me from this Hell. All I could do was wait and wonder, and then wait some more. Minutes turned to hours and after an eternity of waiting to be let free, everything came to a stop. It took me some time to realize that she had gone to bed, and once again hadn't bothered to take off her socks or even shoes.

That night and the following day were much the same as those that came prior. Morning run in the summer heat, no shower, and another day trapped. For 5 whole days she left me under her toes to rot. As to how I hadn't totally lost my mind in that time is far beyond my comprehension. Every second of every day was a waking nightmare and living hell. Every inch of my body burned with intensity inside and out because of the constant soaking in sweat and breathing it in all the same.

Then, after I had completely given up hope of every being freed from her foot, a breeze began to blow through the fabric of the sock as she finally removed her foot from her shoe. My heart fluttered with excitement. I couldn't believe that this was finally happening! Then the sock came off. The sudden burst of light burned my eyes, but I was so used to a burning pain in my eyes from all the sweat that it didn't bother me too much. After she removed her sock, she peeled me off her foot and put me up at her toes.

"Good God," she said, "now my feet truly do smell like death! I'm surprised the smell alone didn't kill you!" She laughed. "But yea, so I shouldn't have to tell you that they need a good cleaning.."

I sighed. I knew what she meant. My biggest fear was that if I didn't do what she wanted she would more than likely slip her sock right back over me and begin my torment all over again. Defeated, as well as scared shitless, I began to lick the acrid filth and sweat from her toes. It was the most God awful taste imaginable. I thought it was bad when I was forced to drink her sweat to wet my throat, but this was a thousand times worse. The cool air outside the shoe quickly cooled her sweat into a thick slimy paste like substance. It was actually easer to start cleaning by eating through it instead of just licking.

"So your mom called me," she said nonchalantly. "I liked the story you gave me so much that I decided to use it. When she called I pretended to be extremely mad and told her about how you climbed into my bra while I was sleeping and I found you trapped in there when I woke up."

I stopped and looked up at her in shock.

"Don't stop," she said casually before continuing telling me about her conversation. "She totally bought it, by the way. She was actually pretty mad herself. She said that she had raised you better than that and couldn't believe you would do that. When she asked what I did about it, I told her that since you wanted to be close to me that I put you in my sock. That way you get your wish to be close to me, but you'll also hate it. She said it was deviously perfect. She told me I could punish you for the whole month before I have to take you back to her!

So she obviously doesn't know the full extent of what's going on here, and she never will. By the time you go back to her, you're going to be so broken that it'll be very easy to convince your mom to treat you more like a pet than a human! I know you hate my feet now, but soon enough you won't be able to get enough of them. You're going to spend every second of the next month in service to my feet. Every time you finish cleaning them, I'm going to put these nasty socks back on with you in them! Then straight back to my amazing smelling shoes you go! In the end you'll be a brainless little foot worshiper."

I stopped and was just about to protest, but she quickly interrupted me.

"Aaaand, if you think you're going to argue and disobey me, you're only going to make your situation work. Don't forget, at your size I can put you anywhere. How would you like if instead of making you clean and live with my feet, I make you clean and live with my asshole instead?"

I didn't even respond. I immediately got back to work licking the filth off her foot. This gunk was a five star dinner compared to licking the shit off her asshole! She laughed at my immediate obedience.

"Yea.. That's what I thought!" She chuckled again. "My God I'm going to love every second of breaking you!"

"One month," I kept telling myself. Just one month and I'll be back in the safety of my own house with my loving mother. I just hope she doesn't succeed in breaking me before that...

To be continued...