My Birthday Gift 2

All day, Violet trampled me under her foot. It should've been a dream come true, but it was more like an ironic nightmare come to life. The constant pain of being crushed, mixed with the constant intense stench that seeped out of her foot was more than I could bear. I cried and pleaded for her to let me out, but it fell on def ears.

After hours and hours of being trampled, the weight suddenly lifted off of me. I could tell by my position that she was either sitting with her feet up, or laying down. I could only hope that it meant she would be finally taking her shoes off soon.

"How you doin down there?" I heard her ask. "Is it everything you ever dreamed it would be? I made sure to wear these socks every workout for weeks just to get them good and smelly like you like them. I know you always wanted to get up close and smell them, I hope its everything you thought it would be! Anyways, I'm going to bed, and I'm going to leave you down there while I sleep. Goodnight! Enjoy yourself down there!"

My heart sank. I knew she thought she was doing me the biggest favor ever, but in all actuality, she was putting me through Hell. I just wanted to be set free in the worst way, and now I was going to have to spend the whole night trapped in this waking nightmare. 

I heard the tv turn on and knew that she had decided to sleep on the couch tonight, something she did fairly often. All night long the tv droned on as she slept and made for my only source of entertainment. When the tv shows turned to infomercials I wanted to cry. I thought for sure that the morning was right around the corner, but hearing infomercials meant it had just hit one am.

The night continued to drag on and the smell continued to grow worse and worse as the night drew on. Finally I felt her beginning to stir and I was filled with excitement. The night had finally ended and I just knew I was about to be set free. Or so I thought...

She got up and began to move around a bit. I waited impatiently to be set free as she continued to walk on me, but then I heard the front door open. Shit! Every morning she goes for an hour long jog, and it was becoming quite clear that that was about to be what was going to happen.

The rhythmic pounding of her feet on the concrete was maddening. Even though it was still fairly early in the morning, it was still pretty warm out already and her feet were sweating profusely. By the time the torture session ended, I was covered in a thick film of her foot sweat. I was so relieved when she sat down and her weight was lifted off of me.

When she removed her shoe, the cool breeze that blew across her foot was refreshing and also helped to blow away a bit of the thick stench that surrounded me. I could then hear her remove and discard her other shoe before coming back to remove the sock that held me in place. When the sock was removed, the air felt even cooler on my wet, sweat soaked skin.

The constant pressure of being ran on, mixed with the sticky sweat that covered her foot all worked together to hold me fast in place on the ball of her foot, and as the air cooled down the sweat that covered me, it began to firm up, locking me in place even tighter. I tried to fight back, but it was as though I had been glued to her foot. There would be no escape without help from Violet. I heard a loud whiff as Violet smelled the dirty sock that had me encased. She gagged a little and giggled.

"Oh my," she said, "these smell absolutely god awful! I don't know how you can be in to this kind of thing. It's so gross!"

She tilted her foot so she could see me stuck to the bottom.

"You look so cute stuck to the bottom of my foot like that!"

She reached down and dug her nail under me and began to peel me off. She broke me free and then dropped me on the carpet in between her feet. I stood up and looked at her to see a big grin on her face. I looked on both sides of me and discovered that she had begun slowly moving her feet together, threatening to crush me in between them. I turned and ran away from Violet, in hopes of avoiding getting caught in her newest game.

Unfortunately, the faster I ran, the quicker she closed her feet. I was just about out of range for her feet but still had to get past the balls and toes of her feet. I gave one last strong heave and dove in an attempt to get out in time, but the second I jumped, she slammed her feet around me, trapping me with her toes.

"Quit trying to run away silly. I'm just trying to clean you up a bit."

Clean me up!? What was she talking about. I looked up and saw her leaning over me with a big wad of spit pouring out of her mouth. I tried to shield myself before it hit me, but it was a useless attempt that got me nowhere and I ended up getting a face full of spit. She then began to rub her feet together, grinding me in between them, all while continuing to spit on me until I was completely soaked in saliva.

Finally, her feet separated, and I fell down in between them. I was in a puddle of saliva, and it made her feet to slippery for me to gain my bearings and stand up. She seemed to think this was hilarious as she laughed hysterically at my situation. She plucked me up delicately and wiped me dry on her night gown.

"Ok little guy, now that you're all clean, you're finally ready to join me for breakfast!"...