Licking the inner shoe
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
It took seconds for your goddess to choose, the choice she picked was perhaps the worst thing you could think of. With a smirk Karen muttered the booms that were her command. " You spent the day at my feet, I don't see any reason to change that. You can lick my shoes,sandals, and boots clean; and I mean the insides, not the outsides. And don't expect me to help you out, you gotta learn how to sink or swim like a big boy. You got three hours, and just because I'm so so nice I'll give you a helping hand."
Barely catching that entire speech through the almost unintelligible booms all you caught was the command and the time limit, not your goddess's idea of helping you out. Well...you did catch it but by then she was already starting.
That enormous finger that you were slowly growing used to came near by, positioned against the thumb in an ever familiar motion. Oddly you didn't bother escaping, or even trying to; all you did was brace yourself for the ineveitable impact.
As expected it came, the woman you began to see as a goddess instead of a mother flicked you. Pain surged throughout every orifice of your body, almost like your whole entire body was getting crushed by a mere flick; like a bug. And like a bug somehow you survived, but the sheer power of it caused you to go flying what seemed like dozens upon dozens of miles away from Karen.
You were certain if the flick didn't get you the landing would, but a soft surface broke your fall. Bewildered you looked around, with your serverly windblown hair you appeared as a madman. Wherever you were it was dark, dank, the ground was soft to the touch but it had small little holes everywhere; plus there was this odor that seemed so familiar yet somehow you forgot just what it was.
"Bullseye" You heard Karen mutter, several booms came afterwards telling you she had left the room. As the first boom made its noise you remembered what this stench was, amazed at how quickly you had forgotten. It was the smell of Karen's feet. Granted it was musty like the foot wear had not been worn in ages but the smell was still so strong it was amazing the connection didn't come before you even landed.
With the realization Karen's order returned back to mind, the small little fibers of cloth all around you. The floor, ceiling, and walls of this immense cavern...you were to lick it clean. It was a disgusting notion, but you already had been subjucated to Karen's feet and this was probably easier.
You yourself didn't know if this was a conscious move but your legs gave way and quickly you fell to the squishy sweat filled insole. Laying flat on your front your face was buried in the leather and reluctantly your mouth opened and your tongue came out; grinding against the insole your goddess wore.
The taste was more or less the same as your own mothers feet, only older; sort of like food that was a day old. A little tear slid down your cheek, this was your life now and you would have to come to terms with that. The tear dripped onto the leather where you quickly licked it up before it soaked into the material.
This is how you did it, morally weak you crawled around the cavernous foot wear, licking all the while your torso never left the insole.
In what seemed like seconds Karen was back, "The three hours are up!" Lifting your head up you saw Karen's distant face from the opening of the shoe, through three hours of work you had only covered an inch of one lone shoe; it was pretty obvious how Mom was going to react.
Barely catching that entire speech through the almost unintelligible booms all you caught was the command and the time limit, not your goddess's idea of helping you out. Well...you did catch it but by then she was already starting.
That enormous finger that you were slowly growing used to came near by, positioned against the thumb in an ever familiar motion. Oddly you didn't bother escaping, or even trying to; all you did was brace yourself for the ineveitable impact.
As expected it came, the woman you began to see as a goddess instead of a mother flicked you. Pain surged throughout every orifice of your body, almost like your whole entire body was getting crushed by a mere flick; like a bug. And like a bug somehow you survived, but the sheer power of it caused you to go flying what seemed like dozens upon dozens of miles away from Karen.
You were certain if the flick didn't get you the landing would, but a soft surface broke your fall. Bewildered you looked around, with your serverly windblown hair you appeared as a madman. Wherever you were it was dark, dank, the ground was soft to the touch but it had small little holes everywhere; plus there was this odor that seemed so familiar yet somehow you forgot just what it was.
"Bullseye" You heard Karen mutter, several booms came afterwards telling you she had left the room. As the first boom made its noise you remembered what this stench was, amazed at how quickly you had forgotten. It was the smell of Karen's feet. Granted it was musty like the foot wear had not been worn in ages but the smell was still so strong it was amazing the connection didn't come before you even landed.
With the realization Karen's order returned back to mind, the small little fibers of cloth all around you. The floor, ceiling, and walls of this immense cavern...you were to lick it clean. It was a disgusting notion, but you already had been subjucated to Karen's feet and this was probably easier.
You yourself didn't know if this was a conscious move but your legs gave way and quickly you fell to the squishy sweat filled insole. Laying flat on your front your face was buried in the leather and reluctantly your mouth opened and your tongue came out; grinding against the insole your goddess wore.
The taste was more or less the same as your own mothers feet, only older; sort of like food that was a day old. A little tear slid down your cheek, this was your life now and you would have to come to terms with that. The tear dripped onto the leather where you quickly licked it up before it soaked into the material.
This is how you did it, morally weak you crawled around the cavernous foot wear, licking all the while your torso never left the insole.
In what seemed like seconds Karen was back, "The three hours are up!" Lifting your head up you saw Karen's distant face from the opening of the shoe, through three hours of work you had only covered an inch of one lone shoe; it was pretty obvious how Mom was going to react.
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