Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 15)

“That’s right. Breathe that in. Deep,” Kayla scowled, her syllables dripping with mocking and antipathy. The foot she’d plastered over Cody’s head slid back and forth, eventually settling her toes over his countenance instead and then clenching his shrunken features against the doughy-shafted undersides. Meanwhile, even more alarmingly, her other foot began to sweep back and forth, applying surprisingly gentle pressure and using the natural lube of her sweat to further stimulate his incriminated nethers. “Don’t even pretend you don’t want to. It’s what got you going all day long, after all, so why shouldn’t it KEEP you going? And since we’ve already established that you’re enough of a backwards-ass mutant that you actually get off on being tortured under the feet of your least-favorite person, it only makes sense that you’d be even MORE into it now that it’s all out in the open. The worse it is, the better it is for you. Yeah, I know, that doesn’t even make sense, but neither does a loser giving up his whole life for free just so he can spend every minute getting his face crushed in by my heel and then drinking the sweat off my toes once his face grows back. You… are… so… DAMN… PATHETIC! Now, why can’t I hear you inhaling yet? I want to hear every sniff!”

Cody would’ve undoubtedly collapsed into a waking faint from sheer humiliation and lust by now, if his twelve-inch frame wasn’t forced by Kayla’s power alone to maintain this scarecrow posture. Dizzy from the salt-grimy musk ripely fuming out from between the golden-bronzed titaness’s toe crevices before he even had to audibly inhale, he nonetheless couldn’t have resisted following her orders, regardless of her absolute power over him. Gagging and cringing from the potency of that juicy grunge-pregnant foulness, Cody nonetheless took a loud lung-inflating smell directly from the source, just as her two thickest toes accordingly clamped around his puny nose and lips like a gas mask to ensure his airways were fully saturated.

Just as Kayla had foretold, no matter how woozy the drug of his own hyper-charged embarrassment left him, the twelve-incher was more turned on now than he’d been during his whole enslavement to her yet, even after a full day of brutal treatment that might’ve made a lesser fetishist lose his mind. Plus, there was the deeply-visceral aid of her opposite foot adding to his already-supernal passion. Kayla wasn’t just teasingly stroking his along the length of her brawny pith-creased sole, but actively fondling from ball-to-heel, using the perfect combination of consistent pressure and tactile squishiness from the moist suckable terrain of her arch flesh that once again proved she was capable of bringing him immense pleasure any time if she liked, but chose instead to torment him silly, day in and day out, for her own sadistic exaltation. Over and over, she steamrolled his nostrils into the effort-swollen pillowiness of her acrid lint-jammed toe pockets, while that lower ped tempted his nearly-climaxed member with sensuous sole-smoothing pleasures that casually put to shame almost any other carnal experience in his life.

“So easy. Aren’t you?” Kayla snarled. “I really do give you too much credit sometimes, shrimp. I keep talking to you like you’re something special for being such a demented freak who gets turned on no matter what these feet do to him. But really, you’re not complicated at all. You’re… simple. And I don’t just mean that as in you’re stupid as a bag of rocks, even though you are. No, it’s way worse than that. I seriously don’t have to do anything, just touch you with my feet, and you pretty much fall apart on the spot. All I have to do is bunch my toes together, to make all the little crinkles tighten up in my sole. Then your dick even tickles those soft little lines, and it just about makes you bust a nut, right there and then. Just like you’re about to do now. Or at least just like how you THINK you’re about to do. Because if you really think I’m going to actually finish you off right now, Cody, you’re even more of an idiot than I thought you were, if that’s possible. No, no, no. Freaks like you don’t get to cum. You get to come REALLY close, and then stop, and then let that turn you into a better slave, because you want so badly to feel that way under my feet again. This is for your own good, you know. And, more importantly, MY own good, because you still belong to me… you belong to my feet… and all that matters is how useful of a slave you are, so long as I’m in control. That’s what you wished for, after all. Isn’t it?”

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“All right, loser. Enough is enough. Maybe I should just let you go. What do you think?” Kayla asked out-of-the-blue but with apparent sincerity. Having just returned from the gym, freshly-glistening with drippy sweat and the beastly musk of her effort, the toned giantess had casually dropped her one-inch-tall slave onto the hardwood between her monumental bare feet in all their imposing sultry golden-tan glory.

For that reason, plus all the previous disappointments he’d suffered at the hands of the absolute last person on Earth he’d ever want to own him, Cody wasn’t exactly convinced by this nonchalant statement from the titanic brunette, which was almost certainly just a gag so she could pull the metaphorical rug out from under him. Why the hell would she change her mind about keeping him now, when she’d already had so many chances to let him go and end his torment? Time and time again, she’d reveled in Cody’s lowliness as she playfully transformed him into every possible shape and size suitable for absorbing agony at her feet and lips. Once his foolish wish had delivered him into her clutches, and granted her omnipotence over him, Kayla had never been shy about admitting what a rush she got from making his existence a stinking stinging sole-squashed hell of the highest order. And after all the tortures he’d been through, the shrunken victim genuinely wasn’t sure he could afford to believe in such an outcome as being allowed to escape, only for the crushing reality to descend again at the last second, without it finally breaking his will. He simply couldn’t take it. So when Kayla spoke, Cody just looked up at her in blank misery-drenched exhaustion, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Excuuuuuse me!” Kayla snapped. If the volume of her voice wasn’t enough to put Cody on high alert, the punctuating wet-arched SMACK of her gigantic foot impatiently stamping the ground barely an inch away from his skull was enough to make him epileptically flinch. “I’m pretty sure I asked your stupid worthless foot-obsessed little ass a question, freak. Here, I’ll even say it slower, so you don’t miss it this time. And I want an answer this time, or else. Do you… THINK… I should… let you… go?”

Still not believing it, but also realizing he had to play along one way or another, Cody sighed, too deflated and demoralized to even think of keeping quiet for pride’s sake, because he had none left. Then he croaked: “Y-Yes. Please.”

“Well, then DO it already! Seriously. Get out of here. You’re always bitching and moaning so much about all the games I play with you, and I have to admit it was hilarious for a while, but now you’re just a total buzzkill. Half the fun of screwing with you was knowing that getting owned and controlled by your least-favorite person on the freaking planet was your whole insane disgusting fetish. But there’s no point anymore if you’re just going to be a depressed useless little puddle of a thing all the time. So, go. Walk over to that door. Prove to me that you REALLY want out of this. That there’s not still some part of you that’s addicted to getting turned into my food or wrapped around my toes or getting your funny little bones cracked like twigs every time I stomp you flat inside my shoe. Do that, and all this will be over. You won’t have to see me anymore, and even better, I won’t have to see or think about a creepy pathetic pointless micro-psycho like you ever again. But if you CAN’T do that, because no matter what you say, you still never want this to end? Then you’re going to bow in front of my feet, where you belong. Well? What’s it gonna be?”