Dream Come True

It all started as innocent roleplay with this chick I met at the bar. I would tell her how much I wanted to shrink and worship her stinky sweaty feet, and she would tell me all the ways she would crush me and torture me with them. After we had talked for some time she made me an offer to make my dream come true. When I showed up, she blasted me with some kind of shrink ray and down to the floor I went. She sat down and rested her heels behind me, leaving her soles towering over me. I thought I was just coming to worship her feet, not to actually be shrunk, so I panicked and ran. At my tiny size the smell of her feet made the air thick and unbearable. I started coughing from the thick air and tripped as her feet began to surround me and she took advantage of my new position to crush me into the ball of her foot. A thick layer of sweat held me tightly as she lifted her foot back up and started sliding on a pair of fishnets to hold me in place. “I know how much you love stinky sweaty feet,” she said, “so I made it a point to not wash my feet or change my sock in like two weeks, maybe more, I don’t know, I kinda lost track, but boy do they reek! I can smell them from all the way up here! You must be in heaven right now! I think I’m going to give you a couple days under these beautiful feet to break you in and get used to your new life. In fact, these fishnets are too easy, lets go get my nasty nylons instead.” She pulled a dirty pair of nylons out of her combat boots and put them on. The smell got even more unbearable and there was no means of escape. It wasn’t long before she put on her boots and everything got 1000 times worse. Her feet began to sweat profusely and mix with the old sweat in her boot and nylons and my whole world was consumed with the taste and smell of it all. The whole time spent in the boot I got no reprieves from the smell. The boots, thick as they were, held all the smell in and let in no fresh air whatsoever. To make matters worse, it made her foot extra hot, which meant extra sweat, and it was seemingly never ending. Finally, after a week of Hell inside her deadly boot, she finally peeled me off her foot and tossed me to the floor. She sat down and I tried to scootch away from her, but she reached out with her feet, pinched my leg between the balls of her feet and lifted me off the ground. She giggled as I dangled there, and then opened her feet and let me drop painfully to the floor. “Now you can lick my feet clean, or, if you’d rather not you could always go back under my foot for another week,” she said, “which do you prefer?” She slid her foot in front of me and I buried my face into her toes and began licking, not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t want to spend another second in her shoe. She wrapped her toes around my head and bit her lip, thoroughly enjoying what she had been waiting so long for. She informed me that she was never turning me back and that I was now her pet forever. It was now my job to ensure her feet were cleaned every night, and if I did a bad job it was just that much worse the next night. She always kept me underfoot when I wasn’t licking them so it was in my best interest to do a good job. And although the smell can get overwhelming at times, I couldn’t think of a better goddess to be enslaved to...