Her body trembled in the sweet anticipation of being useful to this man. She wanted to throw herself at, or under, his feet. She wanted them to dominate her world.

Shaking, Valerie leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on his thick sole, tasting the sweat.

He didn’t react.

She kissed again, and again, and then she felt the toes wiggle and she kept kissing, before the foot slid down and the toes roughly connected with her head and shoulders. They clenched. Valerie gasped as she was pulled down, going from kneeling to lying down on her belly. The toes then released their grasp, but she didn’t dare move.

She laid there until she felt the other leg move past her. His second foot carelessly swept her with it, and Valerie went flying towards the dark floor. From experience she knew that her body was pretty resistant to falling, owing to her pathetic weight; still, she cried out of surprise. Finally, she hit the carpeted floor, rolling several meters before coming to rest. Lying on her back, she opened her eyes - only to find the world go into slow motion. There was a sole above her. And it was coming down.

Valerie held a scream. The vast expanse of this gigantic sole was now dark to her, but her mind still kept an image of how smooth and perfect she had seen it to be. She was in her rightful place after all - on His floor, under His feet, in His total power, and even though He still hadnt said a word to her she knew that for that moment she belonged to Him. He simply expected her submission, because she was a tiny - and, perhaps, because she was a woman.

Her sky darkened. The foot fell.

The musky sole rested upon her. Val’s tiny body was smothered beneath its bulk. The tiny girl managed to kiss it before her lips ended up squashed. Suddenly, she could not move.

The sole relented then, but only a bit, and only just enough to roll her to the side, her little body completely within its mercy. It was effortless, simple, casual playing, with the foot carelessly rolling her around the floor, the carpet fibers burning and scraping exposed skin. Val only tried to fight back once, and only because she couldn’t catch a breath; her meek resistance was broken in an instant by the foot’s weight resting upon her again, smothering her rebellion in its infancy.

She felt like an insect.

He left his foot there, on top of her, leaving her to struggle under the pressure. Her senses were overwhelmed: the sweat rubbing into her hair and clothes, the smell filling her lungs, the warmth, the skin-to-skin sensation - it was all so, so much. The unapologetic disdain with which He treated her was both humiliating and exciting to Valerie; the man noticed her, was aware of her presence, but chose to reduce it to a minor footnote in his night out. Val has never met anyone who would be so nonchalant, so direct in their desire to simply bring her to heel. “But he didn’t even have to do much”, she thought to herself, “all he had to do was place his feet next to me”. But sometimes the mere presence is enough to send a message. Her thoughts went back to how it started: with her, slouching forward in her little seat and looking warily at the massive, screen-lit, masculine soles propped up behind her. She wondered briefly if He’d do the same thing if she wasn’t tiny, and for some reason she felt like He could. Maybe she’d look to her armrest and she’d find the feet there just the same. Maybe they’d even come to rest upon her back, folding her upper torso with the weight of the athletic legs. Would she rebel then?

Her thought process was interrupted by his sole briefly rising into the air - only to slap right back as she tried to get some air. She groaned quietly at the force of the hit. The foot rose on its heel, and she tried to curl up, but the foot then fell back down, and she realized he was tapping to the soundtrack. Every time the foot would rise she’s trying to curl up to soothe her bruises, and every time the sole would just flatten her once again, as He without care smacked the puny female beneath him again and again.

Miraculously, there was no broken limbs - by the time the impacts stopped she was in mild pain and had trouble breathing, but was otherwise okay. His foot brushed against her forcefully, sending her into another roll; this was followed up with a light kick. He moved her further away from the edge of his seat. Val ended up lying almost down under the one in front of him - that is, the seat on the armrest of which she recently resided.

He stretched his legs out then, presenting her once again with his soles, but now here, on the floor; they were two pale shadows in the darkness, looming over her. Val slowly rose to her knees and looked around; further down the row she could see more impressive legs comfortably stretched out. Some of His aisle neighbors had their feet propped up on the seats in front of them. One, in the distance, maybe five seats away, seemed to actually have a soft footrest of some kind. Val shook her head at the idea of bringing something like this to a cinema. But then again, who was she to judge?