COMPANION SHOES by willie

 

 

                It was Friday evening and I had a lousy day. In fact, the whole week was lousy.

I was really looking forward to my recliner, the TV, and a strong drink. Jen, my wife,

and I had just finished dinner when she said "we're going out tonight.

                "Don't count on it" I replied. "I'm tired and I'm not going anywhere."

                She got up to carry our plates to the sink and responded "Oh yes you are."

While doing the dishes she explained to me that we were going to a party at her

friends house. She claimed to have told me at least three times through out the week.

                "What ever you say" I said turning back to the evening paper I was reading.

I knew there was no way she was getting me out of the house tonight.

                "I even bought a pair of shoes just for the party" she said. "They're called

companion shoes"

                Now she was really getting on my nerves. "Just what you need" I replied

"another pair of shoes. If I look at your stupid shoes, will you please leave me alone?"

She nodded and put one - the right one- on the table in front of me. Well I looked at the

shoe. It was black with two inch heels and a half moon shaped hole over the toe section.

"Yea real nice I said. Now will you go to the party and leave me alone?"

                "Look inside first" she ordered.

                When I looked into the shoe I saw a little velcro strap in the center going from

side to side. Below it was a small indented area. I shrugged my shoulders and put down

the shoe. "Now will you go?" I asked.

                "Smell it then I'll go" she responded with a big smile.

                So smell it I did. I was about to say it smelled like a shoe when it hit me. I

got instantly dizzy. I think I even passed out for an instance. But when I came to I

found myself sitting on top of a pile of clothes. They were giant clothes. They were my

giant clothes. And looking down at me was my giant wife with an evil grin on her face.

She shrank me. "You shrank me" I yelled, but I knew my tiny voice could not be heard.

I could tell by my surroundings that I was now about 5" tall.

                "I told you we were going out" she proclaimed in a soft but booming voice as

she moved her hand closer to me.

                "That's what you think" I yelled back as I got myself up and ran for the edge of

the chair. When I got to the edge of the chair I jumped without hesitation. Unfortunately

for me it took me so long to get out of my oversized shirt and reach the end of the chair

that she had a chance to react. I was in freefall for seconds, knowing that at this size

the fall would do me no harm. I was about to hit the floor when her hand came from out of

no where and snatched me. She wrapped her fingers around me tightly and I was unable to

move my body at all. The warm softness of her fingers felt wonderful and I instantly

began to feel warmth stirring in my groin. She slowly lifted me up to her face.

                The first thing I noticed were her full lips. From this perspective they were

awesome. Her cute nose was perfect and her huge eyes were like twin suns shining down on

me. All this was framed by a full and flowing head of blonde hair. But again, my

attention was brought back to those luscious lips. They were mesmerizing. She brought

my face close to her mouth and I thought and hoped she was going to plant those full

gorgeous lips on me. Instead she stuck her warm moist tongue out and licked my face.

"Now my little hubby I'm going to explain something to you. We are going out. I am

going to have a hell of a good time. You are going to have one hell of a bad time." Then,

she lifted up the shoe with her other hand and dropped me into it. She rolled me onto my

back and strapped me down, arms included, with the velcro strap. My back was over the

little depressed area I had noticed earlier. My face was under the hole in the shoe. I

looked out through this hole and saw my wife's smiling face looking back at me.

                Now, the emotions going through my mind at this time are hard to put into words.

I was scared, no petrified. The woman I loved was threatening to wear me in her shoe. I

liked my wife's feet, but I did not have a foot fetish. I had no idea if I could survive

being worn in a woman's shoe under her foot. I was about to find out. "Have fun dear"

she said as she lowered me and her new companion shoe to the floor.

                I laid in my new shoe prison for about 20 minutes while Jen showered and dressed.

At least her feet would be clean, I thought. My wife's feet could get pretty smelly at

times. As I laid there, contemplating my fate, I began feeling cold. At this size my

body could not retain heat for long. I began to wish Jen would hurry up so I can get

warm again. By the time she came back into the kitchen I was shivering.

                "Is my little hubby cold?" she asked. "Don't worry my feet are nice and warm"

she said as she took her bare foot out of her slipper and began inserting it into the

shoe I was in. I looked past my feet and saw her huge toes coming. Her foot stopped with

her huge big toe over my cold and limp manhood. "Let's start warming this" she said as

she began rubbing me with small circles. It did not take long for my manhood to right

itself, but after only about 30 seconds she stopped and inserted her foot more so her

big toe was now over my face. Again she rubbed with small gentle circles. already I was

feeling the warmth of her foot. After another thirty seconds of this she finished

inserting her foot and began putting some pressure on me.

                My chest was directly under the ball of her foot. If not for the depressed area

in the shoe, that most of my back and chest fit into, I would surely be crushed. My body

from the waste down was pressed under her sole. My mouth and nose were under the skin

between her big and second toes. When she pressed down on her foot there was pain, but

it was bearable. The air was forced out of my lungs. The weight on my waist and legs was

immense but the soft smooth skin of her sole molded around me. I could not move my head.

I could not breath, and all I could see was the bottom of her two toes. She kept pressure

on her foot for about half a minute, then she spread open her two toes. I opened my eyes

and I could see through her toes out the hole in the shoe. She was looking down at me

with the sexiest smile I have ever seen. "How are you doing down there hon" she said.

"After I fix my hair, we'll leave." Then she began to walk into the bedroom.

                I wasn't quite prepared for what came next. I felt my world being thrust forward.

My head for the first time came level with my feet. The pressure was off my body although

not enough that I could move. I was able to take my first breath since she inserted her

foot. I could smell the slight odor of her foot. Even after a shower feet maintain their

aroma, if even slightly. The aroma of my wife's feet was intoxicating me. I took two

breaths before her foot came back down. Then I felt my heels hit. The pressure returned

to my legs, then to my stomach, then to my chest forcing out the last breath I had just

taken, and finally to my face as my body rolled forward and down. Once again my head was

lower than my feet. All her weight was now on her toes and my face felt like it was going

to explode. Just when I felt my face would pop, the pressure stopped and I felt

myself moving forward again. This whole process continued again and again for about ten

steps into the bathroom where Jen stood in front of the mirror. Once again I could not

move or breath as she just stood there. After about five minutes had gone by I realized

that I needed to take a breath. Fortunately for me Jen spread her toes and saw my bulging

eyes looking back at her.

                "Oh I'm sorry. Do you need to breath?" she asked while lifting her toes up. I

was able to breath, but only through my nose. The aroma of her feet was getting stronger

already. God only knew how poignant they might get through out the night. After a few

breaths she looked down at me, smiled, and lowered her toes back over my face once again

cutting off my oxygen.

                I had noticed she was blow drying her hair. In the next few minutes that it took

her to finish I thought about how I could go 5 minutes without breathing. I could come

up with just one conclusion. It had something to do with the air molecules being so much

bigger now in relation to my lungs. I was wondering how much of this I could take when

Jen finished her hair and began walking again. The standing still was one thing, but the

walking was hard to take. At least with the walking I could get a breath or two in every

step.

                She took about 50 steps around the house before I heard the front door open and

close. A few more and I heard the car door open and close. Then after a little pressure

on my face, the car started up. Up until this point I had the hope that Jen would let me

go and not go through with this. But when the car started up I lost all hope. How she

could do this to me I had no clue. She did not even know if I could survive this sort

of punishment. This was when the first tears came from my eyes. This was going to be a

long night.

                I have no idea how long she drove with me at the pedal. The humming from the

accelerator and lack of air when she pressed it were putting me to sleep. But each time

I approached unconscienceness she braked. At full size, I begged Jen to go easy on the

brakes. At 5" tall, I wished she had listened. Each time she hit the brakes she hit them

with such force she almost crushed me. Not to mention the speed at which she moved her

foot and me. At least with braking, I got the opportunity to breath. Throughout the

trip, she talked down to me about what a boring man I was and how after this weekend

things were going to change. I did not listen.

                Finally, we arrived at the party. My wife was on her feet continuously the first

hour or so. She walked around a lot. Stood still for long periods of time. She made sure

I got a breath of air every few minutes. I could tell she was drinking and having a good

time. I, on the other hand, was in hell. I had a constant throbbing hard on from the

feel of her sole and smell of her toes. I was light headed from the movement of her

walking and the lack of air. I wondered if this nightmare would ever end. At long last

the constant pressure on my body was lifted. I think she sat down. What happened next

was one of the only two high points of the evening, well sort of.

                Jen was sitting with her foot on the ground. She then began moving her foot ever

so slightly in and out of her shoe. She was rubbing my erect manhood with the sole of

her foot. In and out ever so slowly drawing me to climax. Maybe she could tell by my

breathing because every time I came close, she stopped and pressed down on me depriving

me of air until my erection faltered. She did this for so long I was screaming under her

toes. She knew it too. She kept looking down at me through her toes with a wicked look I

had never seen before. After one of the longer smothers she completely removed her foot

from the shoe and looked down at me lying on the floor. Looking back up at her face I

could see how beautiful she was. It made me think I might deserve to be in this

humiliating position. I should have tried harder to please her.

                Before the woman she was sitting with could notice, Jen dropped a cocktail

napkin over my waist and reinserted her foot. She again began the masturbation process

even slower than before. I slowly approached orgasm for the tenth or twentieth time.

This time when my screaming started she didn't stop. She let me explode all over the

cocktail napkin. It was during this orgasm when I realized I really did deserve this

punishment my wife was inflicting on me. After I calmed down Jen reached into her shoe

and removed the soiled cocktail napkin. She then spread her two toes and gave me the

same evil grin she'd been giving me all night. "What was that for" I thought. I

immediately found out. She began rubbing my now very sore and limp organ all over

again. This time she was a little bit rougher. My penis was extremely sensitive from

the orgasm and I couldn't take any more. Jen knew this too. That's why she was doing it

to me again. I could tell she was beginning to feel the alcohol she was drinking. I was

not enjoying this game of hers any longer. I wanted her to stop, but could only lay

there and suffer. How I wished I could be my normal size and sitting with Jen at this

party instead of being tormented in her shoe. This is when I began crying for the

second time.

                It wasn't until she brought me to another hard on that she stopped rubbing me

and got up. "Now what is this evil woman going to do to me" I thought. What she did was

walk around and talk for another hour or so treating me the say way as earlier. The

more she drank, the more she moaned when she stepped on me. Jen was starting to enjoy

this a little too much. I did not know if my predicament could get any worse, but I

feared it might.

                Finally she sat down again and spread her toes to look at her prisoner. I saw

she was sitting on the toilet with her jeans and panties pulled down. "Do you have to

go, little hubby?" she asked. I tried to nod but my head could not move much. She got

the idea though. She reached down with perfect looking fingers and removed the shoe.

She then placed the shoe upside down across her thighs and spread them slightly. This

was the other high point of the evening, although short lived. I was in touching

distance, if only I could move my arms, of the softest smoothest skin I had even seen.

I wanted to bury my face in her thighs, not in her toes. I could smell the strong scent

of her muff. I was supposed to be urinating, but with this hard on it was impossible.

"Well don't take all day" she commanded. Jen knew what a hard time I was having so she

sat perfectly still. I had to literally close my eyes and not breath for a while until

I finally went.

                After I finished, she tapped me off with a sheet of toilet paper and then held

me up to her face. "WE are leaving now" she told me. "I had too much to drink I think.

Denise and Tom are going to drive us home. I'll get the car tomorrow". While she was

talking to me I was mesmerized by those lips again. I didn't remember them ever looking

so good. I needed badly to bury my tiny face in those lips, but I knew where my face was

about to be buried again.

                Jen smiled and put her shoe back on. I hadn't realized, but her foot had gotten

quite smelly. As bad as it was my hard on was as big as ever. "We're going home now" I

thought. "A quick ride home and Jen will let me out. Maybe she'll even take her shoe off

in the car." Finally I had some hope back. Jen got up, walked over to the sink, and

washed her hands.

                After 10 more minutes of unbearable walking, we were in the car. Jen was in the

back seat with her feet on the floor. "Any second she'll remove her foot" I prayed. I

waited patiently until Jen's foot began moving out. "Yes finally I'll be free." But her

foot stopped then began the slow and torturing manipulation of my manhood again. "No" I

screamed. "You can't do this to me again." But she did. She did it until I came all over

her foot. I prayed she would stop. But she didn't. She tortured me all the way home

forcing my aching penis through two more agonizing orgasms. By the time we got home I

was limp and lifeless. "At least I can get out of this horrible torture chamber" I

thought. "My night of the living hell is about to end."

                Finally after walking upstairs and changing, Jen removed the shoe and looked at

my flushed little face and then at my reddened midsection. She cleaned me off. Then she

cleaned the bottom of her foot. "You had so much fun, I'll let you sleep in there." she

said as she put me back on and went to bed. "Tomorrow I'll show you my new companion

panties."

 

 

 

 

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