Tiny Slave To Her Feet - Story

Tiny Slave To Her Feet 

by: NICKISKING1

As the sun set gracefully over the city, casting its warm glow across the skyline, Amy decided it was time to reveal the secrets she had uncovered earlier that day. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, she sipped her whiskey neat, relishing the coolness against her throat as she mentally prepared herself for the confrontation ahead.

Mark, on the other hand, was restless and anxious. His heart raced, regretting what he had told his cousin earlier today. He had a bit to drink and it just came out so easily. His cousin had always been easy to talk to and in the moment mixed with the alcohol. It just came out, his biggest secret that he had never told anyone before.

Sitting alone at the kitchen table, Amy called Mark over so they could talk a little more about what he had told her earlier.

"Hey, can you come here for a second?" She said, her voice sounding slightly less tipsy than earlier.

Mark approached, trying to calm his racing heart. He didn't know what was coming, but he knew he should've kept his mouth shut. "Sure, what's up?" He responded, taking a seat opposite Amy.

Amy took a deep breath and looked directly into Mark's eyes. "Okay, I want to talk about something we discussed earlier tonight." Her voice grew serious.

"Remember how you were telling me about your foot fetish?" Mark nodded slowly, feeling his face redden as he did. "I know it might seem weird, but it's okay," Amy continued, "I guess everyone has their own things."  Mark felt relief, thinking she would let it go now.

But instead, Amy leaned forward and asked, "What exactly do you mean by 'foot fetish?'". His cheeks turned even redder as he explained in great detail about his desire to be shrunken and serve feet as a foot slave. Amy listened intently, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. When he finished speaking, she leaned back and sipped her whiskey, savouring the moment. "So, you really want to be at some girls feet? Taking care of her needs?" Mark hesitated, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled by the idea.

"I- I don't know why I shared that with you...it's just something I've always wanted, but never talked about."

"Hey, lets go some where more private so we can talk about this. I want to know more. Lets go talk in my bed room." Said Amy.

Mark followed Amy to her room. He walked through her door and could see her already sitting on her bed. Motioning for him to sit down next to her with her hand. As Mark sat next his cousin Amy. He was still feeling unsure of all of this. But she seemed real sincere about his strange desires.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with having a kink like that. In fact, it can be quite fun!" Amy said, her tone turning sultry. "Why don't you tell me all about it? What makes you feel so attracted to feet?" She probed curiously.

"Wait, you don't thing there is anything wrong with me having a foot fetish?" Mark asked surprisingly.

"No, we all have kinks my dumb cousin. A foot fetish isn't as odd as you think it is. The shrinking is new, but I can understand it. I mean its not out of this world crazy." Amy said with a smile on her face.

"I'm Just going to grab something quickly. So, you would be willing to give in to these desires if you found the right person?"

"Yes..." Mark stammered, feeling increasingly vulnerable.

"And what if I told you that I might know the right person" Amy said playfully.

"Really?!" Mark exclaimed, hopeful yet cautious. Mark turned around to face his cousin, hoping to know who this person could be. But as he turned around. He saw Amy pointing a very fancy remote of some sort at him. Amy had a very sinister smile on her face.

Flash, that was all that mark could remember before he blacked out. A big white blinding flash. Then, nothing.

Mark woke up, disoriented and confused. He tried to recall what happened , but only fragments came to mind - Amy holding a "fancy remote", then everything went blank. His head ached, as though something heavy had hit it. He carefully sat up on the bed, his joints feeling stiff and his body heavier than usual. As he sat up, his eyes caught sight of himself in the mirror. There, sitting on the bed, was a tiny version of himself. He couldn't believe his eyes.

This couldn't be happening! How could this be possible?! He pinched himself to ensure he wasn't dreaming. His body reacted, but the pain reaffirmed the reality of his predicament. Amy was still sitting on the bed, oblivious to his plight. It dawned upon him that she must have shrunk him deliberately.

Despite his shock, he remained composed enough to notice his surroundings. The room appeared larger than he remembered it. Even the furniture seemed bigger, almost menacing in its vastness.

"Amy, what's going on?, I don't understand." Mark said.

Amy turned to look at him. Her eyes were cold and calculating. "Don't worry, sweetie, you said this is what you wanted. Don't think you are the only one with kinky desires. I have always wanted my own little save and you practically handed yourself over to me. You said this is what you wanted."  Mark's heart sank.

"Amy, those were just fantasies, I didn't think they would ever actually happen. Amy you have to undo this, return me to my normal size now! your my cousin for Christs sakes, this is wrong on so many levels. Mark yelled up at her.

"Change you back, I don't think you realise, you are in no position to be making demands here. I finally found someone who shares the same fantasy as mine and you said that you wanted this remember." Amy said with a stern tone in her voice.

"There's no need to panic, Mark. I'll make sure you enjoy your new life as my little foot slave. If you behave well, I might consider returning you to your original size eventually. But first, you need to prove yourself worthy."

Mark couldn't help but feel a wave of despair as he processed the reality of his situation. His world had become an upside-down, dark carnival of the absurd.

"I can be kind and make this a great experience for you if you do a good job." Said Amy.

"And what happens if I don't ...?" Asked Mark.
"I'll will crush you under my foot, That should motivate you to do a good job. I remember you mentioning that you wanted a girl that doesn't care about you and treats you just like a slave." Amy said.

Amy picked Mark up off of the bed and placed him on the floor at her feet. This was the first time that mark had been on the floor at his new size. Seeing how much bigger things were compared to him really reminded him of just how small and helpless he was. There was not much he could do to stop her if she was in a bad mood or changed her mind about being nice to him. 

"Well get to work already!" Amy barked at him, snapping him out of his trail of thought and bringing him back to his reality. Mark looked at her face. She was serious and was really going to make him worship her feet. This had been his fantasy for as long as he could remember, this is what he always wanted. But his cousin, something about this just felt wrong. His eyes slowly made their way down her long legs and to her feet. He hadn't realized just how big her feet were at his new size. They were huge and she could easily crush him if she wanted too.

As mark made his way over to her feet, he could smell them, it wasn't bad but it definitely smelt from a day of wearing shoes. But he mostly felt the heat coming from her feet, this meant that there would definitely be some sweat on them.

In all of his fantasies, clean and dirty, he had never imagined actually licking sweat of off a girls foot. This was no longer a fantasy and was now something he had to do other wise his cousin might crush him. He got up to her foot and kneeled down. the smell and heat were radiating even more now. He stuck his tongue out and moved his head slowly, closer and closer until it made contact. A wave of sour and bitterness assaulted his tongue. He froze trying to process what he was actually doing and tasting. He was on his knees licking his cousins foot.

"Hello! What are you waiting for, get to licking slave boy! I'm waiting." Amy moaned at him.

Despite what his better judgment was telling him, he forced himself to lick it again, this time making a longer licking motion, again and again. All he could taste was her foot but he knew he had to keep going.

She was enjoying it, she knew it, Mark could tell. This was a whole new level of humiliation for him. He felt like he had been stripped of his dignity and self-respect. He hated the fact that he was reduced to pleasing his cousin sexually like this. He had never expected to find himself in such a situation, and even less with Amy, his cousin. But there was nothing he could do now except to obey.

Amy shifted her weight slightly on the bed, leaning forward and pressing her foot down on tiny mark, now pinning him under her foot like nothing more than a foot toy. The amount of pressure that mark felt was immense, squeezing the wind out of his lungs and making it hard to breathe. He couldn't even shout to tell her that she was pressing too hard, But she didn't care. She was enjoying this too much, so much the his safety didn't mean anything to her anymore.

"That's right, continue licking. Do not forget, I am in charge here, and you are merely my slave. Remember, you may be smaller, but I am still your superior." Amy teased.

Mark's face turned red, partly from embarrassment and partly from shame. His eyes betrayed his feelings as he struggled to maintain eye contact with Amy. Sweat began to form on his forehead due to the combination of nervousness and the humiliation he was experiencing. Despite these challenges, he continued to serve his cousin as best he could.

Each lick felt like a dagger piercing his pride and self-worth, but he did it anyway because he knew no other choice. It was a constant struggle against his conscience.

After some time had passed , Amy looked down at Mark, wondering my he had stopped licking her feet. She realized that his tongue was sore and his jaw was tired. It was a good first time as a foot slave she thought, but he definitely would need to improve his stamina if she was going to keep him as a foot slave.

The thought of him being her pet excited her more than she anticipated. The feeling of control and the dominance over him was intoxicating. But that was enough for tonight, it was starting to get late and they could both use some sleep.

"Now that you've shown me that you can follow orders, it's time for your reward." Amy told him while pulling out her high heels from her cupboard.

"These are my work heels, I wear them daily, You can sleep inside them my little foot slave. So even when you are not with me, you will still be with my feet in a way." Amy chuckled.

"I thought that you would return me back to normal if I did a good job?" Mark asked in confusion.

"Yes, thats what I said, but you need to serve me for a while silly cousin. Its going to take a long time before I am happy with your serves. And besides, I want to fully enjoy my fantasies with you before I even think of changing you back, if I ever change you back. Night bight little foot slave. Enjoy my work heels while you sleep" Amy said with a smirk on her face.

Mark felt defeated at this point, He felt like his cousin would never return him to his normal size at this point and there was nothing he could do about it. With every passing moment, he became increasingly convinced that he would remain trapped in this shrunken state forever.