Tracey leans towards Timmy as he backs away crying"Please don't step on me!" at the top of his tiny voice.
"Now, there's an idea" replies Tracey with a wide smile on her face.
Timmy's face contorts in horrer at her remark and he drops to his knees crying and begging.
"Stop crying and lay flat on your back, you got yourself into this mess, you need to be tought a lesson" she mocked.
Tracey reached down and removed her sneakers revealing her stained, dirty white sock covered feet to Timmy, she wiggled her toes playfully in front of him.
Timmy layed flat on his back still wimpering as the gigantic toes swayed close to his miniscule head.
He could make out small bits of muck and grit from the wearing of sneakers that day, the smooth underside of Tracey's sock's gently rubbed against his tiny body, the feeling was rough and chaffed his delicate skin.
Tracey then positioned her left foot ontop of Timmy and started rolling him back and forth, Timmy let out a painful cry and screamed for her to stop, but Tracey was enjoying the power of a small boy at her feet too much.
"Rub my foot bog boy" Tracey ordered in her best authorative voice.
She watched in awe as two tiny hands reached out from under her foot and started to rub her feet, she giggled at the sight and pressed down a little to make sure that the punishment was felt.
Timmy's tiny hands rubbed the moist nylon material, the sweet musky stench of girl feet intruded his airspace. Tracey lifted her foot off of him for a second to make sure she hadn't squished him by accident. Timmy's red face looked at her in horror, she giggled again and ordered him to his feet.
"Now give me a proper foor massage slave" Tracey demaned.
She slid off of the chair and onto the floor, strecthing her legs out beside Timmy.
Tracey gently kicked him with her foor and instructed him to climb on her left leg.
Timmy was trembling, she could snuff him out like a bug if he didnt do as she said, begrudgingly he climbed onto her leg and shimmied along to Tracey's ankle.
Looking towards he toes, he could see the white ribbing of her socks carressing her enourmous foot
He shifted his body onto the shiney nylon and gripped the sock in his hands to pull himself closer.
As he did, Tracey's right foot dropped on top of him trapping him, she began rubbing her feet together, Timmy screamed and flayed his arms in all directions as Tracey sat back and laughed his patethic motions.
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