deepundergroundpoetry.com

My foot boy  Chapter 2:

My foot boy
Chapter 2:

She smirked as She came down off Her orgasmic high, wiggling Her toes slightly as She happily felt the squirming of the boy-sized slave beneath Her foot. She cooed and pressed a little harder feeling him squirm even more trying his best to really move beneath Her. She chuckled deeply and then peeled Her foot from his body.

As he saw Her face smirking down at him his heart skipped and then he started pushing his hands into the ground trying to pull himself away from the gargantuan terror that was Her socked foot. She shook her head and stretched Her foot out pressing his body back beneath her toes and held him still. He then started to squirm, hard and trying to press his hands into the toes and to get out from beneath them. She pressed a little harder leaning forward slightly and after a short increase in his struggle, he stopped.

As She once again peeled Her foot away this time he stayed rooted to the spot, now in complete fear for his diminutive life. She loved him, didn't She? As if on cue She answered him, "Of course, I love you MY little foot bug, I even found this spell that turns you into a bug for me." She cooed and nudged him with Her toes. "This is one of your dreams isn't it little one?"

He looked up at Her, those deep brown eyes staring at him, and he really could not answer any other way. "Y-yes Goddess, I-it is I j-just never thought that it would come true," his voice struggled to find its tenor, to not stumble over itself. His breathing staggered a little and She hummed back down to him.

"Such a good little bug, though you were very dirty and naughty earlier. It is about time for your punishment." Her smirk dipped and became a sneer, "I am going to punish you bug, now be good and accept it." Her foot rose into the air casting a shadow onto Her toy and rubbed a little feeling 'Her' cock hardening already now that he had calmed down. She ran it forward and back feeling his tiny moans tickle her foot through the sock. The complete ownership that She was showing over his entire body had gotten him right to the edge of his own orgasm.

"Don't YOU dare, boy? This is a punishment, if you soil my foot, I will not hesitate in making it much worse. And then you won't get to play my game with me." She continued rubbing his body with Her foot drawing increased moans into the sole of Her foot. Then it happened he had tried to hold back but She knew what She was doing, she had done so before when he was the same size as She. He came, what felt like gallons, though Her foot being so massive there was little more than a pin pricks worth of dampness.

"Bad boy, such a bad DIRTY boy" The words filtered through the haze of his orgasmic high and then everything changed, the pleasure he had felt for less than a second disappeared as the weight increased slowly at first and then exponentially. She pressed down onto his body with Her right foot and moaned deeply as his body crunched and squelched beneath her. His scream was short-lived, but She had to make a point. She then grinned and concentrated on singing out a sweet lullaby-like verse. It almost sounded like part of the same song from earlier the language obviously the same.

She lifted Her sole and watched in wonder as his body started to reform. He on the other hand returned to screaming, only this was due to the immense pain that rocketed through his body as he was stitched back together by some mystical force.

Her voice cooed and squealed in delight as the second spell worked, the reanimation spell. He trembled and then started to pull himself away again, of course, She understood why I mean She had just murdered him beneath Her foot. She grinned a very feline grin and leaned forward toward him.
 
"Oh, my foot bug, which was lovely. I hope that you enjoyed it because that is a WONDERFUL punishment, I think. Oh, and look, your remains are still stuck in the sole of my sock."

He looked up and screamed once again, his stomach retching and releasing the acidic content that was all that was there. He shivered and closed his teary eyes shaking his head not believing any of this.
His ears burned hot as he understood the complete control that She now had over him. Control of his body, his life, his death, all of it was now Hers. Her face turned bright, and she smiled down at him. "So, my little foot boy, I hope that you are happy with me. For all, I have done for you. Don't you just LOVE being mine completely heart, body, mind, and soul?"

He did not know how to answer, she tilted Her foot allowing the mess that he had caused to disappear under Her foot again. He shivered and after a slight nod, even though he was still terrified he moved up kissing the toes on the foot that had just extinguished the mortal fire he looked up the long cotton sock to Her and replied finally, "Th-thank You Goddess, f-for b-bringing m-me back." He looked back down, almost broken now.

She smiled at that, knowing that he was now most likely in a very deep state of sub-space. Her toes wiggled and then caressed his cheek, at first, he whimpered and pulled away but then as he felt the pet of those toes, he pressed his cheek into them.

"So, bug, " Her voice intoned once again, "are you ready for our game? I think that you will like it." She smiled that wicked smile down at him Her toe having stopped on his cheek. He was extremely interested in whatever the game was but at the same time, he was terrified of what it could be with him at this size.

He nodded into Her toe and then turned his head so that he could kiss the toe that pressed into his cheek. "Y-yes m-my Goddess I am-am ready." He blushed a little as She let out another happy squeal and bumped him onto his back pressing Her toe over his face and blocking his vision.

"Ok so I have to grab something, and you don't get to see it until I have it." She turned to reach behind Her bed and drew out a pair of knee-high boots. Black patent leather laces all the way up the shaft. As She sat the boots down one on either side of the foot that held Her bug beneath it, she then pulled Her foot away from Her bug and watched as his eyes once again adjusted to the light. He blinked once or twice and then looked at the massive black edifices on either side of him. It took him a few seconds to figure out what they were.

He screamed again thinking that one of them was about to end up on him until he looked up to his Goddess, she loomed above, Her eyes boring into him. "So would you like to hear the rules my boot bug?" She smirked his body still shuddering, and he swallowed a knot that was caught in his throat before he nodded very slowly.

"Good," Her voice chirruped, "So in case you haven't figured it out you, " her finger pointed at him, "are going in there." Her finger pointed to the boot opposite the one that would contain the foot that just eviscerated his body. "Do you understand foot boy?"

He nodded once his breathing picked up once again, as fear started to race through his body and the adrenaline started to argue with his brain on whether he should stay put or run right now. "Very good, so once you are inside," She began again, "I am going to slide my foot in there and position you beneath my pretty toes. I am sure you will love that!" She wiggled Her toes a bit above his body.

"Then I am going to tie these boots on my legs nice and tight and we are going to go for a walk, and shopping and a number of other things," She grinned as terror washed over the trivial things face.
"And you, " She bumped him again with her toes, "are to keep count of how many steps that your Goddess takes before She crushes you again." And with that he fainted, his world went dark, he could not believe that She was going to kill him again, inside of Her boot for some twisted game.

She leaned down, scooping his dormant form off the floor. She knew he had merely passed out at the thought of what was to come. Her game was going to be dangerous, and deadly to that little bug that now lay in Her palm. She craned Her neck down and pressed Her massive lips to his body before She sunk to the floor and gripped Her right boot. She straightened up its shaft and reached Her hand deep inside the boot. She smiled a little as She tipped Her hand and sent the tiny man tumbling toward the toe. "Rest well boot bug, now is when your strength will become required."

She stood and began to prepare the last few things that She needed, grabbing Her bag She stuffed a change of clothes for Her foot boy, a pair of jeans, shoes, socks, everything that he would need to shop with Her. This was all part of the plan, and it was going perfectly so far. She made Her way to the kitchen and started to cook something for breakfast as She was famished, all that pleasure that She had enjoyed, she now required a refuel. Once some eggs, bacon, and coffee were had She made Her way back to Her bedroom.

Shifting things here and there She waited a few more minutes and then moved the boots closer to the bed. Shaking the right boot particularly hard as She moved it, she cooed down towards the toe.
 
"Oh, boot boy, wherever have you gone." He started to stir inside though She did not know that at this point. As he moved around and tried to rise, he hit his head on something, and then the scent of new leather assailed his nostrils. He knew almost immediately, and he started to call out. She heard a small peep from down the shaft and hummed wickedly pulling up the shaft once again and peering in. At the bottom of the slope of the heeled boot, she could just make out his tiny form. Her lips turned up into that all-familiar smirk once again as She was becoming playful once again.

"Oh, my poor BOOT boy," The words were stressed once again, "how did you get all the way down there?" Her eyes focused on him as he looked up the dark shaft, the light wreathing Her face and glinting slightly off Her auburn hair. The view from there in the dark made Her look even more like the deity that She was to him. Her face disappeared from his view, and he was plunged into darkness once again only for his ears to be assailed once again with Her pleasing herself, without him. 'Her' cock sprang to life at the sounds, he knew that She loved controlling him and he knew that this was just one more level of Her control, of his very existence. He shuddered and scrambled trying to get up the rise of the heel not knowing what he could do even if he got to the heel. As he got about halfway to the top his eyes adjusting to the small bits of light that made it through the eyelets for the laces his progress stopped, and then he found himself sliding back down to the toe section, flat beneath him.

As he heard Her finish, her screams of pleasure ending and some husky puffs of air afterward he heard leather on leather, but his prison did not move. She was moving the other boot and he could hear her foot slide down the shaft and pop into the heel. Then it was a few seconds before he heard the creak of leather once again. Her voice popped into existence once again as She crooned out. "Oh, Bootboy, you would LOVE how these boots look on your Goddess. It is a shame that you aren't going to get to see them." She teased him and hoped that the words made him question whether he was going to make it out of this game alive. She wondered if he even remembered that She could resurrect him whenever She so chose.
But She did not care if he did or not, this was ALL part of Her game, physical and mental.

He screamed as he heard the words, though She was not sure of what noise was coming from the boot, whether it was begging, screaming, or pleading. Again, she did not really care, she placed the foot in the boot onto the floor and then gripped the shaft of the boot that he was in. She tilted it slightly forcing his body to tumble up (down to his tiny body) the heel and he was able to see Her face once more. She puckered Her lips at him to blow him a kiss and then the dark-socked foot appeared in the shaft of the boot.

As She pulled the boot up, she dipped Her foot so that Her toes would find the small thing first and be able to position him in the small area between the pads of Her toes and the ball of Her foot. "Here we come bug, I hope you enjoy our last game," She paused and then started moving Her foot again as She heard the yelling once again. Inside the boot, it was pure terror now.

He had turned once he had fallen to the heel of Her boot and tried to scramble back up, her words terrified him, and he was screaming, he could feel the burn of tears in his eyes. He did not want to die, and his words were mostly that. As Her foot descended into the open shaft the sound of cotton against the leather interior increased his terror.
Then he felt the cotton on his back as She pressed him down Her toes manipulating his entire body so that he lay crossways in that safe section. She cooed as she felt his body pressing into the bottom of her toes and then pressed a little harder.

 He let out a deep huff of air and then felt Her toes wiggle above him.

She smirked once again and then pulled on the boot a little harder forcing her toes, her toy, and her foot deep into the boot, finishing with a soft popping sound as Her heel settled inside. Once her foot was positioned, she stretched out Her toes and hummed happily.
Slowly she settled her foot onto the floor and then leaned forwards, feeling the pressure on that foot increase. She then reached down gripping the loop at the toe and pulled tightening the laces.

The sound to him though slightly muffled through Her socked foot is like a thick rope being pulled through a hole. The addition of the pressure caused him to wheeze out whatever breath he had recently managed to take and lessened, even more, his ability to fight against her will. He shuddered, squirmed, and tried to free himself but with each loop that was tightened his fight reduced. Not because he was not trying hard, but just because there was less and less space to move in. She smiled now that he could not see her as she felt his struggles diminish increasingly. She scrunched up her toes a little squeezing the breath out of the little boy in her shoe once more.
Then She finished tying the second boot, her eyes sparkled a little as She settled back on the bed once more. Sitting for a moment to allow her little bootboy to contemplate the game.

"So, my little bug, do you remember the rules of our little game? If you do, then you are to kiss my toe twice. Otherwise, you are to kiss it once. I would like Your answer now." She waited and concentrated hard so that she would be able to feel the gesture through the thick sock. And of course, at his minuscule size, it would be even more difficult.

He fought a little longer not 'answering' Her right of way but as he fought, he found his body heating up not only from his struggles but naturally from being inside of a black leather prison with the body heat of his Goddess's foot in such close proximity. He felt tears falling down his cheeks anew as he leaned up and pressed his lips to Her toe once, and then a second time as hard as he could.

Her voice hummed as She felt Her boot bug kiss Her toe the first time, and then She felt the second she smiled and squeezed Her thighs together before chewing Her lip. She had to focus, it was time for Her game and time to go out shopping. "Good bug, " Her voice quavered a little through Her desire, "one more kiss for good luck?" She almost whimpered as She felt his tiny face press into Her toe once more.

He pressed his lips into Her toe and took in a shuddering breath of the warming air. She had not moved above him of that he could be almost certain as the pressure was still only mild, Her leg from the knee down or so. Her toes wiggled here and there pressing into his body, alternating between hips and his raging manhood, his chest, or his legs but mostly into his face. His body was compressed into that space just below Her toes and above her ball and the way that everything was heating this definitely felt like a coffin to him. He squirmed a little though with how tight Her boot was laced to her foot he could not really move all that much.

She sat staring at the toe of Her boot, her toes moving and feeling out their toy, pressing into 'her' cock and then into his face as well as they could, she had him positioned so that he could last at least a few steps She was really hoping that it would be at least a dozen or so.

Well, she was hoping that it was going to be tens, but She could not assure that She would not want to feel his body collapse before She even got to the car.

To be continued
Written by nutbuster (D C)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 3 reads 331
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:07pm by Strangeways_Rob
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:55am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:02am by ajay
POETRY
Today 9:10am by Grace
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:44am by Naajir
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:37am by SweetKittyCat5