Kimberly

by d5

I'd know her for quite a number of years. She had a child early when we were in high school, and had married divorced and went through that whole business. Now that her daughter was 18 she had time to kill. Seemed her main occupation with her free time now was dating, that and trying to get her Masters degree in computer science. I would see her out every once in awhile and she would end up standing on me in public, usually much to the chagrin of her dates. I won't explain how she found out about my foot fetish but she did and she would have a few drinks and then look at me and say, 'Down Al' and I would be on the floor of the bar or nightclub, and up she would step, usually with heels, the spikes hurt like hell, but come to think of it the wedge shaped heels left long lasting marks as well. She would even try to step on my face with those dangerous shoes on. One of her concerned boyfriends stopped her from doing that one evening. But as it happens I attempted to reform my ways, staying home, avoiding clubs and trying not to degrade myself under women's feet. Then came the fateful day Kimberly called me at home.

'So how are you doing Al? I saw you riding your bike past here a few times, on a health kick huh? Have not seen you out lately.'

'Yeah Kimberly, I've been trying to stay home take it easy and stuff. So how you doing?'

'Pretty good I could use your help on my computer system though, why don't you peddle yourself over here?'

I thought it was strange that she would need my help with computers anymore. I was self-taught, but with all her schooling she should be way beyond my knowledge by now. But she was always kind of a ditz, the only time she didn't seem that way to me was when she was drinking and telling me to lay down in a bar somewhere. But I though what the heck. 'Sure I'll be right over to give you a hand with the system if you really think I can help you out.'

'Oh yes you definitely can help me out! I'll have the door open off the back alley.'

'Okay see you in a bit, it's twilight out I'll have to grab my light and I'll be there.' I was wondering why she wanted me to take the back alley to her house? Must be that she was afraid her current boyfriend might see me go in or something. Of course I thought about her standing on me, but that normally didn't' happen unless she was drinking. This would be strictly computers I bet. Since my wife and kids were visiting the in-laws up North my time was my own, so what else did I have to do before my graveyard shift at work? Off I went on my bicycle to Kimberly's house.

When I arrived via the back alley she was waiting for me at the door and held the door open so I could put my bike inside. She led me into the living room and made small talk. I noticed right away her voice didn't have that ditzy tone and she wasn't giggling much like she normally does. Her voice sounded sultry and full of confidence. Perhaps being a few credits away from a Masters was changing her personality 3; nah! I did notice she had on a pair of cream color well worn pumps, I stared a bit to long and noticed the heels were frayed out at the edges from her relentless weight pounding down on them. She was after all six feet tall, and while not fat, believe me anyone six feet has some weight to them.

'Well Al here's the computer, and I think the problem is 3; well umm down underneath with some wiring. I think you can slide under there on your back.' She said while obviously noticing me looking at her shoes, she didn't smile or act like she did in the bars before she stood on me. Kimberly had a knowing sort of smirk on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, like she was on a mission. I felt my face go flush, mainly from being caught staring, but also cause we both knew where this could lead. The idea of going under the desk face up had me excited and concerned me about not giving up on my vow to not degrade myself under women's feet anymore.

She spoke more forcefully now, 'Come on Al, crawl under there and tell me what you find. I have a night class in a hour, check for lose wires or something.'

I dropped down, all my thoughts of fantasy vanquished, she had to go to class, and she really just wants me to check the hardware wiring. I slid under the desk; it was a heavy old metal office desk. It appeared to be bolted to the floor! What the heck I thought, I bumped my head against two metal prongs sticking out of a mat she had under here.

'Oh don't worry about those, they are connectors for a foot massage unit I had under there, just slide in-between them.' She said this very casually so I did not think much of it as I pulled myself between them.

I had my head past the prongs and was looking up towards the back of the desk when she came down under the desk on top of me.

'Here let me help you.' She said as she placed a hard leather ring into the prongs on either side of my head. It all happened so fast I didn't completely fathom it, but the semi-circle piece of leather she locked into place had extensions that slide tight against the side of my head forcing me to look straight up, I couldn't turn my head much left or right.

'What the heck are you doing Kimberly, what is this thing? Get it off me!' I yelled this, but was really getting turned on realizing that she was going to use me as a footstool.

'It's none of your business what I'm doing Al. Don't worry about it.'

'Don't worry about it!? If you wanted me to be your footstool for awhile you could have just asked! This is uncomfortable, I can't move my head!' I was so busy looking up into her eyes and feeling my raging hard-on that she handcuffed my wrists to the center leg of the heavy desk. 'Now you've got me!' I said and looked into her eyes

'Ha!' she said and gave me a disgusted sort of look like having me really meant nothing to her. She slid back out from on top of me under the desk. I thought, here come her feet, I wonder if they will be those well-worn heels or her nylon clad foot. She must have had them on all day from work. Either way I could enjoy this for an hour, in spite of breaking my vow, it would only be her and me that knew.

Her feet didn't come down. I heard her walk off, then I heard the voice of her daughter Lynn. Then nothing for what must have been a half-hour. Finally I yelled, hey what's going on, are you just going to leave me here? I heard the plodding of feet coming closer. The neck brace kept me from looking too far forward, but as I was straining to look two tennis shoe bottoms appeared above my face. They parted and Lynn was looking down at me.

'Hey down there, I guess you are used to looking at women from this angle huh?'

'Lynn, this is embarrassing, I was just going to help with some wiring and 3;'

'Oh don't give me that Al, I've heard all about you being walked on by my Mom, but I can't believe you are really going to let her do this to you.' This comment confused me, do what to me? Use me as a footstool under her computer? Is this any worse than being walked on in public!? I was also furious with Kimberly for telling her daughter this stuff and having her see me like this. This could get back to my daughter!

'Do what to me?! Use me as a footrest under her computer desk?'

'You really don't know? Here let me show you.' She reached over way up in her world and grabbed her purse and was digging in it. As she was searching she was stretching her legs and the toe of her shoe was grinding into my nose. Oh sorry she said and giggled. She pulled out a compact mirror and pointed it at me so I could see myself in the brace and the restrictors around my head. Then I noticed the mat that my head was on looked like it had a star of sorts on it and my head was directly in the middle.

'Do you like that star?' Lynn said. 'Well look over to your left and you'll see another one.' I looked over as she tilted the mirror a bit and I could see a smaller version of the same weird star with what looked like a brand new pair of cream colored pumps.

'What is up with this? ' I was a bit freaked but not as much as I was uncomfortable. I needed to move my head.

'Mom got a friend named Rhonda with a old spell book. This one will change someone's soul and body into an object. You big man are the someone and one of those lucky pumps insoles are the object!' She drove home her point by stomping me three times square in the face with her heavy treaded tennis shoes on the 'are the object' part.

My eyes were watering and cheeks stinged, I had never been stomped like this with out being able to block a bit with my hands or turn my head to avoid the full force. 'Ahhhh, that hurt! This is just nuts, black magic doesn't happen. You guys are going to have to let me out of here soon, I have to work tonight and your Mom has class in a short time.'

'What are you doing Lynn!' Kimberly shouted. Then I heard her add, ' I hope you didn't scar him up too bad.'

'Nope.' Lynn said. But as she said that she brought down the rough tread on me hard and she held it there with much pressure. I heard their laughter and felt humiliated and excited at the same time. But I was getting worried; I had to get out of here in time for work. The force of Lynn's shoes increased and I forgot my thoughts because the pain from the deep tread gouging my face was too intense.

'Mmphhhh' I tried to talk but her foot was pressing too hard and distorting my lips and mouth.

'What's that Al? I can't hear you. Maybe this will help.' With that she dragged her shoes back across my face without releasing the pressure. She stood up balancing her arms on the chair and keeping all the pressure on my face as she dragged her feet across my face and back towards the chair. The tread ripped into my skin from my forehead down to my lips. I screamed involuntarily as I was completely surprised. I could feel a bit of blood trickle down my lips and my forehead and eyebrows were throbbing with pain.

I didn't know what to say I looked up at Lynn grinning down at me and Kimberly looking smug standing behind her. 'How am I going to explain these marks and cuts? I've got to go to work tonight and what about 3;'

'You are not going to have to worry about explaining anything when you are an in 3;' Lynn was cut off by Kimberly.

'You didn't tell him did you Lynn?

'Whoops, yeah I broke it to him, what difference does it make anyhow Mom?'

'Now how am I going to get him to say 3;' Kim stopped in mid sentence and started whispering to Lynn. After a short discussion Kim got ready to leave.

'Well I've got to get to class, don't kill him, he needs to be alive and conscious.' Kimberly said this indifferently as she looked haughtily down at me.

'Hey Kim I've got to go to work, you can't just leave me tied up, I'll get in big trouble.' I was shouting, to which Lynn responded with a quick hard stomp of her tennis shoe on my mouth.

'If you shout or scream this is what you will get again and again, understand?' She looked down at me and removed her foot from my mouth, my lips felt like they were shredded now. I was about to voice my protest, and she partially moved her shoe towards me, so I just nodded my agreement. 'That's a good boy.' Lynn said as I heard the door slam as Kimberly was going to her class. 'Now I have to do my homework so if you are quiet I will do you a big favor and take my tennis off and my socks can apply some sweat to your wounds.' She giggled as she said this and her face disappeared as she pulled her chair up. She placed one tennis shoe square on my face and used her other foot to remove it. Then did the same with the other. The shoes didn't leave my face after she removed them. The brace and pads restricting my head also kept them lying there.

The smell from them was strong of musty sweat. Looking up between two sideways sneakers at the bottom of the desk, Lynn's feet with bright red socks came into view tight together and very slowly and ceremoniously came down on my paralyzed face, all I could do is look up waiting to receive them. I wondered about work, about the scars that were certain to be on my face. I was really helpless, it's not like my fantasy at all, I was becoming worried. But most of all I wondered what I had got myself into this time.

Kimberly Part II

She pushed, twisted, scrunched up her toes around my nose and basically wiped her sweat all over my sore face. I was forced to take deep breaths right through the material of her sock, as I could not move my head away. I was trying to calculate how long I had been under here. I arrived at her house around six, and needed to leave for work by 10 P.M. was all that was on my mind. It couldn't be anymore than a quarter to eight I reckoned, so I still had plenty of time, but I wondered what my face looked like. My legs were still loose so I started bumping her chair with my legs to get Lynn's attention. Her feet lifted off my face and she mumbled,

'Oh yeah forgot about that.'

With that she stood up and kicked my leg way over to the side, and I heard the metallic click of yet another pair of handcuffs. My leg was now fasted to the other leg of the desk; I quickly moved the other one away, and panicked and started flailing it around.

'Okay Al you already are in trouble, because you have interrupted my feet-time on your face. Since I had to remove them and my precious feet lost their time on your face you will be punished. But right now if you don't get your loose leg over by the other one I am going to get my soccer cleats out and then your face will really know what it is to be tore up!'

She said this really loud in an anger-tinged voice. I thought about how the tennis shoes felt and my lips had finally stopped bleeding from that, what would soccer cleats do to me? Maybe she didn't mean it 3;..

'Okay Al I'm going to get them.'

'Wait Lynn, okay okay I'll let you handcuff my other leg, but you have to let me go before I have to leave for work.' Saying this I slide my leg over and she had it locked up with the other. Now my body was In a contorted 'L' shape, my head under the place in the desk where your feet go and my legs twisting off to the left and under the drawer area and handcuffed as it were to that leg of the desk. 'Lynn could you please bring that mirror out and let me see how my face looks. I need to get it cleaned up before work.'

'That sure seems to bother you, that you will miss work. Also what other people think of what happened to your face. What will people think when you are the insole of my Mom's pump?' But that doesn't matter right now, cause you belong to my feet and you must be punished for stealing face-time from them.' With this she slid forward with the chair, placed both her red socked feet on my face, and I heard the chair squeak and then I was screaming in pain into the bottom of her feet as she had slightly picked up the chair and dropped the caster wheel on my dick.

'Bitch, bitch' I screamed into the bottom of her foot but it was unintelligible as her feet has me smothered, but I opened my mouth so wide I inadvertently bit her. This brought an instant reaction.

'Oh you are going to be sorry for that Al, you are!' Saying this with malice she took the heel of one foot and started pounding it over and over into my nose. I begged her to stop and was trying to explain it was an accident from the sudden shock to my groin area, but it was all non-sense as I felt the warm pain in the center of my skull and my ears started ringing. She broke my nose. She slid the chair out and I heard her walk off.

I was really scared now. Blood was running down my throat and my head was throbbing. This was out of control. Kimberly seemed completely willing to let this happen, I remembered her saying, don't scar him too badly. What was going to happen when she came back? How could I go to work like this, heck are they going to let me up, they must be crazy to do this, and that non-sense about turning me into a insole. I was interrupted by Lynn's return.

'Lynn, you have to let me up, I'll give you a couple hundred to let me go now. I have to get cleaned up 3;'

'Oh I'm so sick of hearing about you having to go to work. Don't you get it yet? You aren't ever leaving this house until it's in Mom's new pump! I'm getting you ready, there has to be plenty of blood, and you need to be terrorized way deep in your brain.'

Saying this she hung her head down by me and began taunting me:

'Hee hee, ha ha you aren't going to make it to work. You are trapped! You are going to be under my feet when you should be at work. Oh how are you going to explain your scarred face? Oh my Al you are such a mess, did a little girl do that to you? Why pray tell did you let her tear your face up with her shoes? Hee hee, you aren't going to make it to work, maybe you will lose your job!' She was nodding her head back and forth and spitting on me and laughing all the time she was saying this.

Then she went back to sitting up in the chair and pulled it forward; I could just see her lower legs and then..

'No no Lynn, please, I'll smell your socks, I'll kiss your feet, I'll breath through the space between your toes. Don't do this! Ahhhhh 3;'

The sharp points of Lynn's soccer cleats appeared above my face. While I was begging her not to do it, she held them real close to my face and slowly raised them up. Slam they came down so fast I didn't even see, just felt the pain as they seemed they would break my skull. I couldn't turn my head, and she took advantage of this by pushing and dragging them together. Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz clicking her heels together, except these were soccer cleats and my face was under them.

'It didn't have to be this way.' She said.

Through all my pain and the smell of grass and dirt I could still hear her talking to me. Though my head throbbed and sharp cutting pain surged through my face as she pressed and dragged her spiked heels into me I still listened to her.

'You could have had my nice smelly socks in your face till close to midnight. But no you had to act up and now you will have pain all the way through to the transformation!'

I could hear her laughing, ha ha ha ha she was laughing. And she started tapping her heels on my face with the rhythm of her laugher. Ha followed by a stomp, Ha followed by a stomp and so on. My humiliation was complete, and I felt terror in between stomps as the pain was so numbing that I feared it's return even during the short breaks between her stomps.

This continued for hours, but it seemed like days, I tried to close my eyes, but I was so anxious and full of pain that I could not. She took to grinding my face then with one soccer cleat on my nose and mouth while she swung the other one just above my eyes so I could see my fate and feel it at the same time. I heard the pounding of several feet. Kimberly returned but it sounded like she had someone with her but I was just over-sensitive to the sound of someone walking towards me.

'Oh my god Lynn you really did a job on him! What a mess his face is, I can actually see the outline of your soccer cleats on his face!' Kim said with a mixture of surprise and what sounded to me like elation.

'I think I've bled him enough and I think he's terrorize as well.' She grinned and looked down at me under the desk and started to move her shoe back towards me. I involuntarily screamed and started shaking, repeating 'no, no!'

'Yes you did and now it's time for him to meet his fate.' Kimberly motioned Lynn over to the side of the desk and she reached down and slipped off one of her cream colored well-worn pumps and leaned down to me. 'Well Al now you can see this shoe, how beat up it is, these are my favorite shoes and they have lasted three years, but it's time to retire them.' With this she held up the shoe to my face, the musk smell hit my sore nose and I could see her sweat glistening on the insole. The insole was pushed in at the heel and stained black from her foot's constant pounding. She dangled the shoe there for awhile and spoke again. 'You are going to be transformed into the insole of a brand new pair I found, exactly like these, I think the left insole will do.' With that she put her old pump off to the side and grabbed one of the new ones, removed the cushion insole and set it in the middle of the smaller star.

'Kimberly please, you've got to stop this. I won't say anything to anyone about Lynn or anything. I'll say I was mugged or knocked off my bike and beat up.'

'Shut up! Do you think I give a fuck what a soon to be insole of my shoe thinks? You better do exactly everything I tell you now or I will let Lynn have you again do you want that?'

'No! I screamed okay I'll do whatever you want!' I heard Lynn giggling in the background when I said this.

'Okay' Kim said as she removed her left cream colored pump and placed it over my nose. 'Now repeat over 6 times I commend my whole life and very soul into the object of Kimberly's desire, the insole of her shoe.'

'Kim I'm not going to 3;' She removed the shoe and sat up and slammed her foot down on my face.

'Okay I'm going to pound you senseless with my feet and then let Lynn have you with her Soccer cleats.'

'No, no I'll say it okay dam it I'll say it!' I yelled feeling the pain and the sweat as her nyloned foot pounded me and dragged across my sore face.

Kimberly placed the old pump back over my face so the inside of the shoe was over my nose and she held it in place with her foot. 'Okay repeat the phase now!'

'I commend my whole life and very sole into the object of Kimberly's desire, the insole of her shoe.' I repeated this again as Lynn came over and took some of the blood off my face and smeared it over on the smaller star with the insole of Kim's left shoe on it. After I said this phrase for the third time I found myself loosing motor control of my voice and just screaming it into her shoe as I heard Kimberly and Lynn chanting in some unknown language.

The sixth time I said the phrase everything turned red, I could see Kimberly's foot and then her face and then I felt like I was being hollowed out from the inside, then nothing.

Kimberly Part 3

I felt better for a moment, the pain all over my face and my broken nose was gone I tried to blink my eyes, but they would not blink. I could move them around but I only saw gray everywhere. Then this loud scrapping sound as the gray moved away and Kimberly's gigantic face came into view. I felt the inertia as I was picked up and she was looking at me grinning. I was under the desk about where I figured the smaller star to be located and she had moved me out and picked me up. God Dam I was in her shoe! I could tell by the shape of the ridge that was way above me that was the hole of her shoe, where her foot goes in. I can't believe this, I tried to pull against my neck brace and handcuffs to move, but there was no neck brace or handcuffs! Regardless of that fact I still could not move! I had the same perspective as I did under the desk, looking straight up, unable to move my head much, but use my eyes and Peripheral vision to pan around. Now all I could see was the huge face of Kim, and if I pan off to the left I could see Lynn, looking sideways at me. Their voices were quite loud.

'Look Lynn I finally did it! I got a new pair of crème colored pumps to replace those old beat-up ones.' Kimberly spoke her voice dripping with irony. She was not looking at me directly anymore.

'Well Mom it's about time, those old ones were starting to stink from all those years of sweat that soaked into those insoles! Do you think these will be as comfortable?' Lynn eyed me up as she spoke, then I felt the shoe being turned around and twisted back and forth. Like she was examining the shoe as if I wasn't even there.

'Well thanks a lot! But really that shouldn't happen as bad with these as the insoles are specially made to absorb all my sweat. That is their only purpose.' As Kimberly said this she looked directly at me for a brief moment. At that same time I got a massive rush of claustrophobia and tried to move and couldn't, then I tried to scream for her to please let me move. To my surprise my voice worked. I tried it again.

'Please Kimberly I need to move, get me out of this, please!' I was promptly ignored.

'So it's after Midnight now Friday night, or rather, Saturday morning. Are you going to try to break them in tomorrow night on your date? Lynn said.

'No these shoes are strictly for work and running out to the store and to my class, not for dress up. I think I'll put them safe in the closet until Monday morning.'

'Yeah great idea! Lynn said. After all they are just for work and you want them to last!'

'God what has happened!? This can't be real, please Lynn, Kimberly talk to me I know you can hear me. Help me!'

'Did you hear something?' Kim played dumb.

'Nope not me.' Lynn said and then giggled.

Kim walked over to her bedroom with her crème colored pumps in tow. She opened the closet door and deposited them on the floor of her closet. She was about to shut the door and then looked thoughtful for a moment and then stopped. She went back and dug way into the back of the closet and removed an old pair of clogs. In the space way in the back between several pairs of tennis shoes where the clogs had been located she placed her new pumps. She closed the door and shut off the light.

'Kim, Kim!' I screamed. Rather I tried to scream but my voice would not go very loud. No one would hear me unless they were holding these shoes up close. I still could not comprehend was happened. The closet was not bad when she first put me down. But now where I am located way back, it smells musty and I can smell a bit of foot odor and a lot of leather. Something white towers up to the left of me and looked to try to figure out what it was, figuring it out to help me from going crazy, as I could not move my legs or arms. They were definitely there but I could not move them and I could not see them in the dark very well. So I concentrated on the white object. Oh my god it's a high top sneaker. I started to freak a bit as it was massive, or looked larger than life 3; I peered to the right, and something reddish, it was hard to see as only a stream of light came through the crack of the door and made it this far back. I took a deep breath and freaked cause my whole body seemed to rise and inflate when I did! This made me higher up and I could now clearly see over to the red object. I actually smelled it before I realized by vision what it was. A really grotesque well worn Diesel running shoe. I wanted to gag but nothing came out. So I let my breath out and felt my entire body descend back down into Kim's shoe. The smell abated a bit. As I exhaled it was almost as if the shoe itself pulled me back into itself and held me there, gripping onto my life-force and pulling it down to insignificance. I heard Kimberly's and Lynn's voices and they sounded miles away. Then some giggling and the light in the bedroom went off and another door closed.

Involuntarily I screamed. 'Nooooo, Kim come back, get me out, you can't leave me here in the dark in your shoe closet!' As I screamed I took a deep breath to scream more, and my body inflated again and I got a whiff of the old Diesel running shoe. As I exhaled her shoe pulled me in again and a cloud of humiliation and uselessness came over me. My god is this going to go on till Monday morning? Then what happens Monday? I thought of Lynn smothering me with her socks and then tearing me up with her soccer spikes. What is this going to be like Monday? At least there's no sharp spikes. I never felt Kimberly's foot before, only the bottoms of her shoes. But my god I'm small and stuck in this shoe, shit I'm not just small, I'm the god-dammed insole. Lynn was telling me the truth, and now it finally hit me, as I lay trapped here in the dark, what did she say; 'You're not leaving this house unless it's in Mom's new pumps as her insole.' I remembered what Lynn said, as I did this I noticed every time I took a breath I inflated and then when I exhaled my whole body was pulled down into the shoe. Each breath I took seemed to be curing me, like paint drying to a board, making all this that has happened to me permanent. The overwhelming claustrophobic feeling hit me again, I struggled not to breathe as much but I couldn't stop.

The light streaked into the closet through the crack in the door. Must be sunrise I thought. I could not fall off into sleep or lose consciousness. I was aware all night long of the smell and of my breath inflating me and then sucking me deeper into the shoe. Now with light the dimension of site was added once again. I could look straight up and see the bottoms of dresses and skirts and blouses hanging what seemed like miles above me. Then to the sides the hightop and the rancid smelling red Diesel running shoe. I lay there like that for another boring long time. It was broken by the smattering of voices of Kimberly and Lynn and some others I didn't know. But no one came to this closet and the day continued with the breathing until the light's lessening intensity told me the sun was setting. The closet door swung open and if I breathed in and tried to look out I could see Kim's nylon covered ankles outside the door. I saw her hand grab a pair of ankle high boots and then disappear. Then I heard Lynn's voice.

'Aren't you tempted to wear your new pumps, even a bit?' Lynn said with obvious mischief in her voice.

'No are you kidding, we talked about this, they need to cure. Once they sit with him breathing for 24 hours it will be permanent. If I disturb them or anyone does by wearing them then the spell will be broke and his life force will reform him back to his normal self. You want that?' Kimberly said.

'Oh yeah, giggle, I forgot. It's got to be boring for the poor bastard though.'

'It's going to be boring every weekend for him, but down the road he might not mind it compared with the rest of the week.' They both laughed maniacally at this as the closet door slammed shut.

Oh no I thought as I drew another breath. I knew this breathing that inflated and deflated my whole body wasn't good. I've got to get out of here, or get Lynn to wear me. She sounded like she wanted to. Something to break the spell. The sun sets at around 6 this time of year, so midnight will be 24 hours. I've got six hours to figure something out. At last I had some hope. I listened until I could hear more voices. Kimberly's date picking her up and the slamming of distant doors telling me she left. I started yelling in my loudest voice for Lynn. My voice wouldn't go too loud, but I kept trying, as my breathing was really scaring me now that I know what it was doing to me. Finally a response! The closet door was opened and the cloths hanging way above me parted a bit and I saw Lynn looking down on me. NOW's my chance I thought.

'Lynn you are a dirty bitch, not only that a nasty ugly one as well.' You don't deserve to ever wear me. You're not worth it!' Here eyes narrowed as she looked down and she reached forward and then stopped.

'How stupid do you think I am Al? You think I'm going to lose my cool and wear you and break the spell before you have sat 24 hours and it's permanent? No sorry no one is going to remove you from that spot in the closet till well after midnight tonite. In fact not till Monday morning when you will be worn to work. So ha ha think about that you little bastard, you can call me all the names you want but you are still the insole of my Mom's pump and that's all you are. I was going to take you out in the living room so it's less boring for you. But screw you, I'm going to treat you just like Mom is going to, just like any other shoe insole!' With that she cocked her head back and starting laughing hysterically and slammed the closet door shut. The closet light went off followed by the bedroom light. Once again I was in the dark, being sucked more permanent each moment into Kimberly's left crème colored pump. At least Lynn actually talked me. Wow am I pathetic.

As I was thinking these things a light came through the crack. I could hear movement, close movement. It went on for a few moments and then the closet door squeaked horribly as it flew open. I saw Kimberly's ankles briefly and then I was airborne as she grabbed me, her red fingernails hanging over the edge of the shoe as she carried it. I felt sick to my stomach as I felt like I was falling, then a sudden bang as I bounced off the floor. There was light everywhere, intense and it was slightly damp feeling, I was in the bathroom. Looking up out of the shoe I could see Kimberly way up above, her face leaning into a mirror as she was applying makeup. I looked down more towards my level and saw she had a skirt on with coffee colored nylons. I wasn't' ready for how fast she moved, one second I was watching her by the mirror, the next I see her nylon clad foot fly over me as she went back into the bedroom. I could feel the vibration her footfalls made through the floor. I knew what was going to happen when she was ready to leave for work; she was going to put this shoe on with me in the bottom of it. It wasn't' going to be her toes my face was under either, I was completely familiar by now with where I was located, right in the heel section. She came back and I was so in awe of everything I never thought to speak. But maybe I could reason with her that this was wrong, maybe there was hope and that this was not permanent.

'Kimberly you don't have to do this. It's not too late I'll forgive you, just get me back to normal, maybe it's not permanent, but even if it is you don't have to leave me in this shoe you could 3;' I stopped talking as she moved her nylon clad foot towards me and was pushing the shoe around. Her face went from being at an angle towards me to directly behind me, so I had to focus my vision up behind my head to see her. She had a blank look on her face, I didn't even detect a smug smile or anything, just blank and sort of tired like someone who had just woken and was getting ready for work.

'No, oh my god, no mpphhh 3;' Her foot descended and I caught a brief glimpse of the toes flying past me, and then her heel was directly above me but hooked on the leather back of the shoe, I heard the leather strain as she rocked her heel back and forth and it started working lower into the shoe 3; That's when I started screaming and was cut off quickly as her heel finally popped into the shoe with a loud 'sperooof' sound.

I was not prepared for this. Even after what Lynn did to me with her feet and shoes, I was not ready for this. The nylons as they hit me felt soft at first but then Kimberly's weight forced the air out of me and I felt myself going low. It wasn't just going low it was feeling degraded and humiliated, those feelings swept over me along with the actual pressure, like it was part of the spell. As she walked the weight lifted and her heel actually lifted off me some so I took a deep breath and inflated. It smelled of clean nylons and soap for a split second and then the immense pressure as I was flattened under her heel, this time it felt like my nose broke and my face burned and my head felt like it would pop. It was like a sinus headache and a migraine combined, I screamed into her heel as it quickly lifted off me as she continued to walk. Now I have heard the loud 'clop clop clop' of women walking around in pumps, in malls grocery stores wherever, but being part of the shoe and hearing it was rattling my sanity. All these attacks on my senses at once and not to mention the pain across my arms and legs. My ankles felt like they did when you twist them really bad, and my legs were throbbing. The pattern quickened of her walking and I wasn't even keeping with the rhythm. Her heel was forcing my breathing and I was involuntarily screaming into her heel only it was muffled as the skin of her heel wrapped itself around my insole face essentially cutting it off from anything outside her heel. The movement stopped and suddenly there was no more lifting off me going on, it was just steady constant pressure. I could hear my breath and it strained against her nylon-clad heel and it was really shallow, I could barely breath. 

The pressure on my face made my nose break, it actually felt like my nose broke, and my head started throbbing and burning. It felt like the nylons were pushing their crisscross pattern right into my face. 'Ahh, no no!' I screamed, but it was no use. My face was completely encased by her heel, and as if an afterthought, the rest of me was being pushed under hard as well. But then the burning started to become stronger, what was it? I started to realize that it amongst all the other things attacking my senses, it was beginning to stand out, it was moisture, sweat. Kimberly's foot was starting to sweat! Just the short time she had the shoes on and her dam foot was starting to sweat.

I was going nuts I couldn't handle all the torture but I could not pass out, I was constantly aware. God wasn't she going to move the constant pounding of walking was better than this. I started to scream again as another horrible sensation started. The feelings of strong degradation combined with the pain were now combined with a new stronger feeling. As her foot started to sweat more I could feel my face absorbing it, then my whole body absorbing it. It was going right into me, burning into me and I could taste it in my throat, and feel it's heat penetrating into me all over. The smell was constant now, and changing from a leathery soapy smell to one of musty leather and sweat. She finally moved and the pressure released but her heel didn't fly away from my face right away this time. It stuck a bit and slowly peeled away. I gasped for breath and started to inflate, but not as much.

The pounding of her walking was interrupted by the sound of the motor as she drove her car to work. Then I lost track of time as she walked so much to get to her office. I figured I would get some relief soon, I must get some relief soon, as most women pop off there heels at work. I yearned for the boredom of the closet and I had been in here less than an hour. The pressure decreased and I could hear muffled voices, she must be sitting at her desk I reasoned. The burning and stench of her foot was becoming intense, my eyes were burning and my mouth which was being pressed lightly felt distorted by her nylon. She should pop her heel out of her shoe soon, maybe she'll kick off her shoes completely, I've observed women do that, actually I've looked for it having my foot fetish and all. Woman's nylon covered foot always made me crazy, but now this nylon foot of Kim's was making me crazy in a painful way.

She never took her shoe off. The whole day I never even felt it rise, the only time the heel was off my face was when she walked and her foot lifting off the ground to take a step caused her heel to lift a slight bit. The pain was not the only thing, the stench and burning of her sweat wasn't the only thing, it was the feeling of being trampled down in my mind, an overpowering feeling of humiliation.

In an office building Kimberly worked on her computer, talked and laughed with co-workers and went to lunch and did all the things normal people do everyday. A few people observed her new pumps, some of the woman commented on them, and she posed them back and forth for them. That was the first time she started popping her heel out of her shoe. The light flooded in and Al could look out and see the rest of the world. He was so pounded into submission by now that he didn't even try to scream up at all the people he could see. Once woman seemed to look down right at him, but she was just looking at Kimberly's shoe. It made Al feel terrible all the people going about talking, laughing, he would never be a part of that again.

He looked up at one attractive blonde that was talking to Kim; he could just make out her white nylon clad legs and light pink skirt. He was looking at her kind smiling face way up above him when Kim's nylon covered heel came back closer to him. She must have moved it just above the shoe opening, so that Al could see every detail in the thing that constantly pounded and sweated on him. The nylons glistened a bit with sweat, he could see her rough heel that was slightly red from walking and the heat, and somewhat callused around the edges. He no longed wanted to see that, he wanted to see the beautiful and up out of this insole. He screamed!

'Move your heel so I can see out again.' As soon as be said this Kimberly's heel slammed back down into the shoe and squelched Al out from the rest of the world yet again. This sort of activity went on everyday making Al feel all the worse.

That was about as close as it came for anyone noticing Al. Meanwhile in her shoe a former human being was now a twisted strange creature, a sentient insole. Kim stopped at the mall on the way home. People stopped and talked with her and she bought some perfume. All the while the real world was going on and even though everyone was so close they could not help Al nor realize the pain and suffering and degradation he was going through.

Epilog:

Kim's shoe's slowly became more worn. The insoles became sweat soaked and had the shape of her foot pressed into them. She would kick them off into the closet were Al would recuperate but the smell was constant now and the hopelessness of his situation was finally pounded into him. Kim never acknowledged his existence as anything other than an insole, no communication, just the pounding of her usually nyloned foot on his pathetic body. Lynn didn't even bother with him, the smell from the shoe was not anything she wanted around and she had found her own special insole. It was long weekends of boredom, which were actually pleasant compared to being worn, save for the constant feeling of degradation and hopelessness, not to forget the constant musty smell of leather and sweat that never left even when her shoes were off for a three-day weekend. Al could feel himself wear more everyday and actually felt like he was being worn and soaked away more and more everyday by Kimberly's foot. He wondered how long he would survive before he ended up completely stomped, sweated and worn to nothing?

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