You didn’t know why Courtney had singled you out, but it became all too clear the moment she cornered you outside the camp’s main lodge. She had a determined glint in her eyes, and before you could question what she was up to, she pulled out a small, glowing device that looked like some kind of futuristic gadget. Without a word, she pressed a button, and a bright flash enveloped you. The world spun, and everything seemed to grow larger—no, you were shrinking!
When the light finally faded, you found yourself no taller than Courtney's ankle, staring up at her towering figure. She crouched down to inspect you, her lips curling into a smug smile as she crossed her arms. “Now you’re exactly the right size for some proper discipline,” she declared, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve been nothing but a nuisance, and it’s time you learned to appreciate what I go through.”
Before you could respond, Courtney reached down and snatched you up, her grip firm as she lifted you off the ground. In an instant, she carried you over to her bag and pulled out a pair of sleek, black heels. You shuddered as she dropped you inside one of them, the interior covered in worn leather that smelled faintly of her lotion and sweat. The heel was deep, and the slope of the insole made it impossible to stand without sliding down toward the toe section.
As Courtney loomed above, her smile broadened. “You always did have a thing for me,” she teased, “so now you’ll get to be even closer than you ever dreamed.” She slipped her bare foot into the heel, her smooth skin grazing over you as her toes slid forward, pressing you down into the toe section. The weight of her foot was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating from her skin as her toes settled on top of you.
The air was immediately hot and thick with the scent of leather and Courtney’s faint perfume. The slope of the heel made the pressure from her toes even stronger as she stood up, pushing you deeper into the confines of the shoe. You were squeezed between her toes and the tight space of the leather insole, the slick feeling of her skin against your face. The scent of sweat mixed with the faint sweetness of her lotion, creating a stifling atmosphere that clung to your senses.
With each step she took, you were pressed down harder against the insole, your body molded against the shape of her foot. The heel amplified every vibration, making the pounding of her steps reverberate through your entire body. You were jostled back and forth with every shift of her weight, the heat growing more intense as her skin became slicker with sweat.
Courtney's voice rumbled above you, and you could hear her laughing softly to herself as she continued walking. “How’s that, huh? Comfy down there?” she mocked, curling her toes slightly to squeeze you tighter. “This is exactly where you belong, right under my feet, keeping my heels warm.” She twisted her foot a little, grinding you deeper into the leather to make sure you understood just how small and insignificant you were.
The enclosed space of the shoe made it difficult to breathe, the air thick with the mingled scent of Courtney’s sweat and the leather’s musky odor. Each step sent a fresh wave of heat and pressure crashing down, compressing your tiny form against her toes. You were pinned so tightly that even trying to move was a struggle, your muscles aching from the constant pressure.
The relentless pace of her steps was a continuous reminder of her power over you, the click of her heels on the floor like a countdown to your next moment of helplessness. Courtney reveled in your predicament, occasionally wriggling her toes to keep you from getting too comfortable. It was clear she was enjoying having you as her little foot toy, a punishment and amusement all wrapped up in one.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a smirk, her voice carrying down to you in the suffocating darkness of her heel, “we’ll be spending lots of time together. After all, a good footslave should know his place.”