My Giantess Daughter's Misunderstanding 2

Being inside my Daughter's sock was awful enough, but being trapped inside her shoe as well made the whole experience a thousand times worse. With nowhere for the smell to escape to, it intensified quickly within the confines of the shoe. I felt as though I was suffocating in the stench. I wanted to cry out and beg her to set me free, but I knew it would be a pointless endeavor. Even if she would've believed me, there was no way that she would hear me in my current condition.

The night seemed to last forever and felt like it would never come to an end. Every time she stirred I hoped she was waking up so that I might find myself freed of this situation. And every time the stirring stopped and she went back to being motionless, my would sink in despair. 

When she finally awoke I couldn't have been happier.. Until she started walking around and it became apparent that even though she was awake, she still had no intention of taking off her shoes. I spent a good portion of the day being trampled under the toes of my daughter, begging for an end. The more she moved about, the worse her foot sweat. By then end I felt as though I would drown.. Had that been a possibility. When she sat down and removed her shoe, I could hear her talking.

"Ok guys," She said, "are you ready to see how my dad has faired in my socks and shoes for the last twenty-four hours?"

I couldn't believe it had only been a day, it felt like so much longer..

"So, as per your guys request, I put him in the smelliest pair of socks I have, which, because I've been working on a pair for one of you guys, smells absolutely horrible. I've been working on these socks for months and was actually supposed to mail them out today. However, after talking to the guy who requested them, he said he could wait as he would love to see my daddy suffering in there! He told me that it was so hot that he volunteered to do this for me. Honestly though, I'm still getting used to the whole situation myself. I always thought it would be so hot to have a shrunken slave, but being that it's my own father makes it a little weird. But at the end of the day, he did volunteer for this, so once I get used to it I'm sure this will become a lot of fun!"

I couldn't believe the things I was hearing. My young and innocent daughter was beginning to look less and less innocent with every word she spoke.

"Ok," she said, "there's one sock! What do you guys think, should I take off my other sock and let daddy out, or leave him in there until I go live again tomorrow? Ok dad, since I know you can't read what's on the screen, I'm going to let you know what's going on. So for starters, everyone here thinks you're the best dad ever! But at the same time, they think you probably still need to be broken in some. It's been agreed by everyone watching this live that you should be forced to spend the next week in my sock so that you can thoroughly get used to your new position in life."

My heart sank. I couldn't believe that all these people wanted to watch my suffering. Worse yet, I was pretty sure that each and every man who requested this scenario for me were all getting off to the thought of it, all wishing they could switch places with me. A situation I would gladly accept.

"My worst smelling shoes?" I heard her ask. "Hold on."

Once again I was getting trampled as she got up and started to walk around. A few moments later she sat back down, freeing me from the crushing pain. 

"So these boots right here are several years old and smell absolutely terrible. In fact, I have to keep them in a box to keep them from stinking up my whole closet."

My blood ran cold. I knew exactly what boots she was talking about and really hoped she wasn't being serious, or at the very least was planning on changing out of them once her live ended. I heard her gag and start coughing after taking a big whiff from her boot.

"Yea, these are God awful. I bet all you little losers wish you could switch places with my lucky daddy here, don't you!?"

Lucky.. Yea right. This was the worst luck I could imagine. next thing I knew, the little bit of light that filtered through her sock began to disappear as she slid her foot into the nasty boot. The smell quickly intensified as she slipped it on. There was a slight thud as her foot fell into place within the boot, and I knew my fate was sealed. 

Almost immediately her foot began to sweat. This was Hell. A big drop of sweat splashed directly onto my face, burning my eyes. I opened my mouth to scream in pain, only to foolishly let the sweat enter my mouth. It was the most rank and horrid thing I had ever tasted. I started to cry. I couldn't handle this. Her live ended and she got up and started going about her day, very quickly making it clear that she had not intended on changing her boots any time soon.

For the next week I was forced to suffer at the feet of my daughter who thought that I had volunteered for this. The whole time I was in there I was trapped directly under her toes where the smell was the strongest and sweat rained down on me profusely. It became pretty common for her to play with me and squeeze me between her toes as she sat idly. The barrage of beatings under my daughters toes was not only painful, but also extremely embarrassing, even if she was the only one who knew what exactly was going on.

For the whole week she didn't remove her boots for anything. I didn't even get a break when she went to sleep. But finally the day came and the week was over. I was overfilled with joy when the boot finally slid off. I heard my daughter outside, gagging at the smell of her own feet. 

"Ok guys," she said, "time for the moment of truth. Lets see how well daddy faired inside these nasty boots. And just so you guys know, I haven't removed these boots since my last live. I even went as far as to   wrap my boot in a bag so I wouldn't have to take it off when I showered!"

After getting all her followers riled up, she finally peeled off her sock and I dropped to the floor. My whole body ached. I was battered and beaten and simply laid there motionless. She pinched her toes around my arm and lifted me off the ground, showing me off to her fans. I hung there limp, too beat up and tired to move. She wiggled her foot back and forth, flinging me around like a rag doll.

"Come on daddy, you gotta look more lively for our fans!"

Still I just hung there. She closed her feet around me and started playing with me in between her toes. I had never felt more small or pathetic in my entire life as I did at that moment, especially knowing that a bunch of people were watching.

"Ok guys, time to start spoiling me! The more you guys pay, the longer I'll keep squeezing daddy here between my feet!"

Her feet rolled back and forth over me. I ended up pinched between the balls of her feet with my upper body surrounded by her toes. I reached out in hopes that maybe her fans would see that I was truly in Hell and say something, but of course, no one did. For the first time since this started I could see all the comment that her fans were making and quite honestly, it scared me to the core.

The things these fans were asking were downright horrible. Some wanted to watch her stomp on me, others begged her to swallow me whole. A few even asked for some far more inappropriate things that really stunned me. I just hoped there wouldn't be an acceptable price to convince her to do those things...