Reprimanded

It was a normal day like any other. I was working in a big corporate office that had staffed hundreds of other people. It was easy to slack off and go unnoticed. I often spent a little extra time at the water cooler, and I've been known to play a game or two on my computer at times, but hey, I'm just only. I mean, am I right? Well on this day I just so happened to be kicking some ass in solitaire, when I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder. I put my head down. I was busted. I knew it was my boss Stacy.

"My office, now!" She snapped at me.

"Yes Ma'am," I said timidly as I stood up and followed her back to her office. She opened the door and waved me in. I kept my head down as I walked past her, avoiding eye contact and trying to not give her any more reason to be mad at me. She closed the door behind her as she came in and went to sit down.

"Here's the deal," she said. "You are a worthless, lazy, no good for anything piece of shit, and I'm tired of your horrible work ethic! You bring nothing to this team! From day one you've been worse than useless! You're so pathetic! So this week I got my hands on a special magic shoe, and you're going to be the one to help me test them out!

"Do I get extra money for it?" I asked.

"Damn, you got balls, I'll give you that. Fuck no you're not getting paid for it!" She laughed. "You see," she held up one of the shoes. Once I put on this shoe, you're pathetic self is going to end up right where you belong, trapped inside my foot until I take these shoes off and put them on again. What'ya say?" She started laughing.

"Your fucking crazy!" I replied as I started to turn for the door. I didn't know what she was going on about, but it sounded like I wouldn't want to stick around long enough to find out. I reached for the doorknob. "I Qui-" Some unseen force grabbed me and pulled me back away from the door. It pulled me so hard that it yanked me off my feet. And as I flew backwards, for what felt like forever I noticed the world was growing larger around me.

I looked back and could see her pulling the strap up around her heel as I got closer and closer. As she pushed the strap through the metal clasp I sped up. I hit her foot just as she finished pulling it through. Then as she pushed the strap through and began to tighten it, I too felt a tightening sensation crushing me into her foot. She sealed the metal clasp through it and next thing I knew I was melting away into nothingness.

For a moment, all went still. I couldn't see anything. My body felt weird, and I had no control over it. Somehow, I could taste my whole body, and it tasted like corn chips and foul cheese. It then occurred to me what had happened. It was as she said, I had become her foot! As I snapped back into the moment I realized she was laughing at me.

"How does it feel to be nothing more than my foot!? I'm so glad you can't talk, I don't feel like listening to your complaints and whining, which I'm sure you're doing in your mind. But you should still be able to taste, smell, hear, and see. God I hope you can taste! I'm going for a long work-out when I get out of work today, just so you can see how it really is to be a foot. The lowest of body parts, being walked on all day, with no say to your own movements. Mmmmm, I'm getting hot just thinking about it. You have no idea how much I couldn't stand you. Or how much I cant wait to stand on you. But first I gotta take these shoes off."

As the shoe slid off, the world came in to view. My face was trapped in the sole of her foot. I tried screaming, but nothing came out. I tried to move, but went nowhere. She sat back and crossed one leg over the other, holding me high in the air, where I was forced to look at the world around me. Directly in front of me was a mirror, and I could see my face ever so slightly in her sole. I knew she did that intentionally.

"Ahh, now that feels better, doesn't it," she said.

Then she started to stand up and I watched in horror as the floor quickly drew closer and closer until I was touching it. The first thing I noticed was that I also now tasted the floor. So that would mean I'm forced to taste whatever she steps on. As she walked my face was slammed repeatedly into the floor. I could feel every movement I made, but had no control over them. She sat down at her desk and used my big toe to pull over a pair of old, dingy looking flats.

"So hears the situation. Now that you're in there, the only way to get out is for me to put those shoes back on. Until then, their power won't work for anyone else. Do you see where this is going? I'll tell you where the shoes are going. To my sister. It suits her better anyways..."

She started to laugh as she slid me into her nasty looking flat. Once inside I found that it was way worse than it looked. I could taste the years of sweat and filth that had accumulated in the insole as she slid me across it. As I locked into place I began to feel very claustrophobic. I couldn't see again, but I could feel immense pressure being put down on me as she stood up to go about the rest of her day.

As the day drew on, the smell inside the flat got worse and worse, and I could feel myself getting wrinkly from all the sweat that was absorbing back into me. This bitch owned me, and had no intentions of ever setting me free. She condemned the rest of my life to that of a foot. The lowest part of the body, meant to be walked on and trampled all day, while she never even gives a second thought about it...

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