Abducted

It was just another average day at the park. The sun was starting to warm the cool morning air and I had just stopped the walk I was on to sit on a park bench and have a quick drink. I was only there for a minute when I feel this sharp pinch in the back of my neck. I try to turn around, but black out before I ever got the chance.

I awoke in a panic. There was something cold and hard wrapped around my neck, holding me up off the ground. I grabbed the metal around my  neck and realized that it was some sort of chain, holding me to a hard warm wall. My eyes follow the chain that's hanging before me down to where it ended. At the end of the chain was the largest set of toes I had ever seen in my life. I was so confused and started struggling to free myself.

"Well look who's awake," I heard a giant voice booming from above. "How about we go out and show you off to the world?"

I was flung around like crazy as she walked and I half expected my neck to snap with the way my body was being thrown around. My captor slipped into to flip flops that had deep blackened footprints worn into them from years of use. We stepped outside and into the city. As I bounced around painfully I couldn't help but notice all the people looking at me. Some looked like they felt sorry for me, others pointed and giggled. There were even a few twisted individuals who stopped her to compliment her on her living jewelry. After what felt like hours of being out and about getting gawked at, we finally made it back to the woman's apartment.

"Well we certainly turned a bunch of heads today didn't we!?" She said excitedly. "However, it really started to irritate me feeling you bouncing around down there the whole time I was trying to walk. So I got to thinking about what else I could use you for, and I got to wondering. What does a human insole feel like?"

I didn't like where this was going. Her giant fingers got to work around my head and next thing I knew I was freed from the chain that held me to her. She nonchalantly tossed me into a pair of high heels and her foot immediately followed.

"Now, I'm going out dancing with the girls." She told me. "It's your job to keep my foot from getting sore. Damn, I wish I had another one of you to balance out the other side... Oh well, one will have to do for now."

I could tell we were at the club by the vibrations the music. Not long after her already painful steps became much more rapid and painful as she danced all around the dance floor, enjoying her new insole. At some point through the night she had stepped off to the  side with her friends to show me off. As her foot slid out the shoe, I could feel myself being pulled along with it, held fast by a thick coat of sweat and mashed deep into the ball of her foot.

The sudden burst of light blinded me, and at first I couldn't see the faces of all the women that I could hear laughing at me. Finally my eyes adjusted and I realized that she had gathered a huge crowd to show off her human insole. I felt so humiliated and disgusting. I just wished I could die right then and there. But I couldn't be so lucky as she slid her hot, sweaty foot back into her shoe to continue on with her night.

Finally the night ended and she returned home. She kicked her shoes off when she entered the door and made her way to the bathroom. As her foot walked across the cold hardwood floor, I could feel her foot sweat solidifying around me, sealing me to her foot like glue. After a long drunken piss, she staggered off to bed, never once stopping to check on me. I began to wonder if she had gotten so drunk she forgot I was there.

Once her feet slid into the covers, the heat around me once again began to rise, and now that the smell was locked in with nowhere to go, it festered and made itself far more apparent. I spent a good amount of time trying to wiggle, pull, and everything else I could thing of to break free, but it was no use, her sweat held me to her foot like super glue.

In the morning, she got up, made herself some coffee, and then made her way out onto her balcony. She laid down on her stomach and raised her feet up. From my new point of view I could see she was scrolling through instagram on her phone. Then I watched as she went to upload a selfie, and that was when it dawned on her. Through the screen of her phone, looking at herself, she noticed me there, still stuck to the bottom of her sole. She laughed out loud then her head dropped shaking from side to side as if to say no.

"Oh my God!!" She said. "I can't believe I forgot about you down there. Damn. How much did I drink last night!? Well glad to see you decided to stick around!" She laughed at her own joke. "I guess I should make sure you're in my post too. I'm sure my fans will find it hilarious. Hell I'm sure some of those weirdo's would probably be jealous of you." She laughed again, then held a straight face to snap a quick selfie.

She stood up and brought up her foot to get a better look at me. She giggled as she took another picture, then started using her nail to scrape me free. She set me on the ground and sat down, shoving her dirty stinky feet directly towards me. 

"From now on you're going to be my own personal little pedicure pet," she said. "Got it? Now to get started I want you to lick every last bit of sweat and filth off my feet, and if you come across any dead skin or toe jam I expect you to eat that shit!"

I pushed on her foot. There's no way that's happening!" I yelled at her.

She got up and towered over me, making me realize the mistake of my actions. She stomped down hard and started grinding me under her foot.

"Do you like this better?" She asked. "Because you only have two states of existence now. Worshipping me feet, and supporting them. So if I were you, I would enjoy the times you get to worship me, because it means you wont be getting painfully crushed.."

She sat back down again and put her feet back in front of me. She didn't say anything this time, but she didn't have to. She made it very clear what her expectations of me were, and I didn't want to piss her off again. So I began licking her foot. My stomach wretched and I wanted to puke, and frankly, I don't know how I managed not to. Then again, I don't even know how this woman managed to do this to me, so I had no clue the side effects of whatever it was she injected me with.

As time went on I grew to enjoy worshiping her feet. She was right, I either worshiped them or found myself beneath them. Not wanting to be beneath them, I did everything I could to make her feel as comfortable and pleased as possible. She's even begun using me in other ways on drunken lonely nights. I don't mind. I've grown to love my goddess, cuz at the end of the day, what choice did I have...