Pinkby D5She started to lean back with all her weight and turning my handle bars andpulling me towards a building away from the street.
"Hey!" I said, "what are you doing there? what's the matter?"She looked at me with a pout on her face which quickly changed to a determinedlook and she kept pulling at my handle bars. I took little steps and moved withher, I did not want to forcefully pull my bike away from a girl and perhaps hurther, so I tried reason.
"You can't just pull my bike around, where are you trying to pull me to anyway?You shouldn't walk up to a stranger and do this , you could get hurt if someonewasn't as patient as me." At this she finally spoke.
"You are going in my shoe!" She said this nonchalantly, like it was nothingunusual to say. I instinctively looked down at her shoe and felt my faceflushing thinking about my foot fetish and wondering what kind of set-up wasthis? Her shoe was a mary-jane style and rather shiny and new looking, that incomparison to her pink tights, which around her ankle bone I could see thesmudges of dirt I had noticed before in passing. I broke from my short trance oflooking at her foot.
"What? What did you say?" I said with a nervous laugh.
"You heard me Mr. soon to be the insole of my shoe." Her voice went higher andshe kind of giggled. When she said insole, I once again instinctively, almostuncontrollably looked down at her shoes again. I felt my face flush withembarrassment again and looked up to see if people were watching this spectacle.
Without my really being aware she had guided, dragged me up to the building andpartway down an alley and there was not a soul from the street corner who seemedto care or notice.
"Okay enough of this!" I said getting off my bike, "Let go of my bike and I haveto get going...." she interrupted me with a poem of some sort"Take this man and the essence that makes his life real and put it down, downbelow my pink tights at the heel."After she spoke this she let go of my bike and pointed her finger directly at myface, I was about to grab the bike and leave when I started completely againstany of my motor controls to move towards her finger. Suddenly everything was herfinger, fine swirls of skin and feeling very soft. Then my view changed to thematerial of her black shorts, then a pink tight covered leg, past a bony pinkknee and faster than I could comprehend I was staring at a smudge of dirt on herankle at a spot just before her ankle entered her shoe. I tried to look aroundand everything was spinning and hazy, I saw my bike which looked incrediblylarge and had fallen over, I turned and saw very clearly a sight which made mystomach jump into my throat.
It was her, but I was looking way up from her ankle, I tried to get up but herfinger pointed at me and then towards her foot and said""You are going to be my insole"Once again instinctively I started to turn my head towards her foot. But athought popped into my consciousness, if you don't look you will be okay, youcan get on your bike and ride away. I paused and started to look back up at her.
The pout had returned to her face and she looked like she could cry. Then shesaid in a screechy mildly angry voice.
"You are a worthless human being, you know you belong under the pink heel you'vebeen close to seeing. Just dessert is in the works the final reward for a footpervert."She made a strange motion with her hand and pointed towards her left shoe. Thislast chant of hers seemed to suck all my will out of me and I looked directed ather shoe. My gaze returned to the smudge of dirt on the back of her ankle justbefore the pinkness of her tights disappeared into the blackness of her shoe.
Suddenly she leaned forward on the toes of her shoe and her heel popped out ofher shoe. The smudge of dirt expanded over and under her heel, the heel was notpink at all but caked with dirt and various debris, and seemed wet. It wasdisgusting and I pushed myself to turn away but I could not, her heel exited theback of the shoe and I could see the insole under the heel. That insole came upto me like her finger did earlier. I screamed as I felt myself being sucked intothat insole, I started to fight and things began to slow down, but then I heardlaughter, a girls laughter. The laughter penetrated my soul and I felt my faceflush with embarrassment and I stopped fighting for an instant . My wholeperspective went topsy tervy like a carnival ride and then it stopped.
Once my perspective changed I didn't know where I was but the stench and thepressure gave me a very good idea. The pounding and the clack clack clack of thehard heels of her MaryJanes made me certain that my essence as she had chanted,what makes me real had ended up under her left heel. But I had no visioneverything was dark and I felt a slime form which was being ground and pushedunrelentingly into my face. The rest of my body felt tinglely and the feelingwas not as strong, but I could feel some pressure, but most of the pressure andsensation was on my face. Her foot started to sweat and that smell wasunmistakeable as a girls sweat, but not alone, mixed with street dirt and whoknows what else. Just when I was trying to adjust and make some sense out of mychange, the pounding would start. I would feel a strong lift and the pressureand slime would pull away from my face and then WHAM! it hit my face and my nosebroke and my eyes stung and I felt myself compress. Then just as quickly I feltmy face expand and the process repeated itself. There was no time to think, thewas only feeling, smelling, tasting the saltly muddy sweatly ....WHAM! blood inmy throat intense pain, pressure, a feeling like being the lowest creature onearth and being pushed lower. Then the expansion, which I would have welcomed ifthe process didn't happen so fast to make it impossible to think what was next.
A group of girls walked through a mall, stopping at various stores, skipping andjumping running here and there. They stopped at a bench to take a brake from allthe walking and running around. One girl with a pink blouse and tights and blackscooter shorts leaned forward on the bench putting all her weight towards hertoes until her left heel popped out of her MaryJanes. If one was watchingclosely what looked like a face could be seen peering up in terror.
"Help me, help me, I promise I'll never look at another girls foot with lustagain!"The girl bent down low as if adjusting her MaryJanes and seemed to whisper intothem. "Just desserts, the final reward for a foot pervert."As she said this to me I screamed, " Noooooo!" , her face disappeared and theheel that was hovering just above me slowly lowered down. I could see all thegrime for the first time and in slow motion. Instead of popping her heel back inimmediately she moved it circles above her shoe. My eyes focused on a smudge ofdirt just above the back of her heel. The smudge was way above me, that samesmudge I had looked at when she first started dragging my bike and me towardsthe building, the smudge of dirt which was barely showing out of her Maryjanes,I was now lower than that smudge, the smudge of dirt was in fresh air, I wastrapped below her dirty pink heel. My mind could not take it.
As my very soul was actually becomes ainsole as Nikki's heel pounded me relentlessly as she and Becky walked out ofthe Mall. Becky started to raise her arm to hail a cab but Nikki stopped her.
â€œNo, we will walk back to my placeâ€, she said while nodding down toward her leftMaryJane shoe.
â€œOh yeah right! I almost forgot, heh heh so when do I get my chance to have himup close and personal with my heel??â€ As Becky said his she glanced down at herchunky open backed thick heeled clogs, her nylon heel slammed down and bulgingout over the side and completely swallowing any sign of the heel insole. Nikkiglanced down at Becky's shoe and sort of giggled.
â€œYou will have your chance, he's really going to be smushed under those heels!â€Becky continued the conversation without taking any insult on her large feet,supporting maybe a bit too much weight. â€œHey that's why I need him under thereto cushion those heavy blows!â€ Both girls burst out laughing, but Beckycontinued prodding. â€œSo when does he meet Becky's heel of death?â€ Nikki laughed.
â€œIn approximately a month you can have â€˜em for a year.â€â€œWow a whole year!! You must be planning on wearing him to bed in your shoes andgiving it to him for the next month if you are going to let me have that humaninsole a year!.â€â€œNo not really, when we get back to my place I'm going to kick these MaryJanesoff into my closet and that's where they will stay till you get to come andremove the insole for your shoes!â€Becky laughed, and looked amazed. â€œWhat? You're kidding, right?â€â€œNope I'm not,â€ said Nikki. â€œHe's just a insole like any of my others, justbecause this insole happens to be sentient doesn't mean I'm going to treat itany different than any of the insoles in my other shoes, whether permanent oradded. He wanted to be a insole and that's EXACTLY how I'm going to treat him.â€â€œOh you are wickedâ€¦.
â€œNo I'm not, it's a insole, there's absolutely nothing wicked about it. Look atall these people we are walking past, look there's a minister with his collar upahead, do you think he's going to think I'm a bad girl because I'm wearing myshoes and walking in them??â€Becky interrupted, â€œyeah butâ€¦â€â€œThere's no buts! He got what he wanted! Now he's just an object under my feet.
When I kick them off he'll be an object in my shoe laying on my closet floor.â€Presently the girls arrived at Nikki's apartment. Doing their whole conversationan entirely different universe was just underfoot. Dale was suffering immensepain as Nikki's pink heel drove into him over and over. The sweat was building,and as her heel would lift slightly as she walked the stench from lower down inthe shoe would come wafting up. Between the gurgling blood which would magicallydisappear as her heel lifted off for a split second, and then the smell and thenthe pounding heel an the blood, over it all the scraping sound of the shoes solehitting hard pavement was madding. Nikki would drag her feet, scrape scrapescrape, made Dale's ears ring. The only break he got was when Nikki lifted herfoot out of the shoe slightly and he could hear the tail end of a conversation.
â€œ Have a lovely day girls and I'm sure god is with such upstanding young woman.â€â€œThank you reverend!â€ He heard Nikki say and he saw up around the dirty pinkheel that was hovering above him and saw a minister smiling at the girls. Thenas fast as it happened Nikki's heel slammed back down on him and broke his noseand the pain and smell and pressure started again. Slam, then a slight lifting,a waft of hot stale air, a incredibly loud scraping sound and then Slam as theheel which when lifted just slightly rested against the tip of his nose, camedown with the full force of her step yet again.
Nikki walked into her bedroom followed by Becky. She opened her closet, thefloor of which was scatter with shoes, another pair of MaryJanes, some knee highboots, seven pairs of tennis shoes, some clogs, five pairs of 2 inch high heels,and various sandal's. â€œLet's shower up and head out to do some clubbing later!â€Said Nikki.
â€œGreat I'll shower first, I can wear the new cloths I bought!â€ Said Becky.
Meanwhile Nikki kicked off her MaryJanes into the closet where one landed in theback corner and the left one flew off hitting the back wall and sliding down andLodging it's self at a ¾ angle between the opening of a well-worn sneaker andthe towering thick heel of a knee-high boot. Nikki looked down for a moment asmall smirk formed on her face; she looked at Becky and slowly mouthed withoutspeakingâ€¦. One month.
Dale felt the immense pressure and it didn't relent. She must be standing, hecould hear muffled voices, it was much more quite than on the street when shewas walking and he heard something about clubbingâ€¦ oh no! Not dancing, I can'ttake it! Suddenly everything was topsy-turvy, the pressure was gone his nose washeeling but he felt like he was flying. Wham!â€œWhat the hell, ahhhhhhh!â€ I screamed as the shoe hit something solid and shookme to my core .As things stopped moving so fast I found myself Face to face, orsole to sole with a sneaker insole that had a stale smell of sweat, grass andsand. I could look out away from the heel portion of the incredibly stainedsneaker insole, to see a scuffed up heel that went up like a tall building intowhat looked like a boot. Between these two horrific sites in a very small thinarea I could see up and out at Nikki standing there. The realization suddenlyhit me, I was in her closet, I screamed to her please get me out of this, and Ican't take it. I saw a smirk form on her face and she started reaching forward.
Thank god I thought she's going to help me out and stop this insanity. Shereached forward and I saw two doors fold in and then darkness as the closetdoors closed. Pins holes of light allowed me to see smudges of dirt and somegrains of sand and scum on the sneaker insole. My heart of in my throat as I wassurprised by what I thought was a large bug. It was, but it was dead and halfcrushed stuck to the chunky boot heel. I wanted to close my eyes but I couldonly blink them for a milli-second, so I had to constantly look at either thesneaker insole, the heel of the boot with the dead bug smushed and stuck on it,or a very small view of the inside of the closet door. God if she goes clubbingI wonder if she will wear me in her dance shoes? I shuddered and awaited herreturn for me. It never came that night. At least the dark of night prevented mefrom having to stare at Nikki's shoe jungle all the time.
I heard voices and the closet opened. Just a flashing glimpse of Nikki and shewas not even looking at me. Then the doors close and I am left with my choice ofviewing the grimey sneaker insole, so worn and dirty no writing of brand or sizeshows or the boot heel with the half-smushed bug. Looking at the bug I think,I've been reduced to an inconsequential object, just like that dead bug. Kickedoff amongst so many pairs of a girls shoes, without a thought.
Time dragged on incredibly slow. The boredom was making me as mad as thepounding and smashing of my face under her heel had. My entire being still hadthat nasty feeling of becoming her foot dirt, as it soaked and pounded into mewhile she was still wearing me. It must be the grime from that dirty pink heelof her tights that is still on me and partially soaked into me. God it mustbecome part of my essence when she grinds it into me. I stare at the stains onthe sneaker insole, and shudder; at least I'm not that far-gone. The stale smellit everywhere, and at night I still have to look as she must have purchased anight light, which was some days ago, so there's a constant pinhole of light,which forces me to see.
The door opens again and I yell for her to talk to me or something. My voice isnot so strong, what is now my flat insole mouth is becoming dry. Dam! I need herfoot to sweat into me to be able to talk. She ignores me like before grabbingsome heels and the doors shut again. I try to remember those flashing images ofher, but my view is so obstructed by the fact that this MaryJane I'm in isfacing ¾ of the way down into this rotten sneaker and then the boot heel, that Idon't have much else to work with for a visual. Dam even looking at a differentshoe would be better, or out where there is a TV. The events of my day are whenI hear the squeaking of the door opening and Nikki retrieves her shoes (not theones I'm in or any even near me). She gets some cloths as well but I cannot notsee up at all since the MaryJane is resting facing mostly down.
The boredom is crazy, I always had the fantasy of being a woman's insole of hershoe, but if this is what it is I don't want it. God of course this is what itis, look at these shoes all around me. All these insolesâ€¦.. How long have thesesneakers I've been staring at been laying here!? What's this, some moistureâ€¦ wowI can cry. The partially smushed bug doesn't respond to my emotional outburst.
That massive heel that crushed the bug represents what I am now. Stuck in agirls left MaryJane shoe, my body the insole of the shoe. Stuck here like thatbug was stuck by the heel, no sympathy, and no reaction at all, just shoe, shoestink, shoe leather, plastic heels, cloth, sneakers, just another insole in acloset.