After Tracey’s tortuous game, Timmy laid face down on top of her left foot, she rested her right heel in the small of his back to overt escape.
With every breath, Timmy inhaled a pungent aroma of Tracey’s musky foot odour and beads of salty scum and sweat entered his mouth.
Tracey lifted her right foot off of Timmy and looked down at the miniaturised figure draped across her foot.
Timmy’s face was imbedded in the soft white nylon material of Tracey’s sock, she admired his perfectly formed miniscule form and wondered what it must be like to be smothered by her smelly feet.
Tracey prodded Timmy with her right foot, “Come on little man, move, I aint finished with you yet”, she shouted.
Timmy tried to roll over to face Tracey’s gigantic face, he lost his grip on the warm damp sock and fell on to the floor with a thud.
Tracey laughed at this pathetic creature, and place her right heel on him to keep him in his place.
Timmy winced as her right heel hit his diminished body; he reached out as if he could move the White Mountain from his body. Tracey had placed her heel right where it would hurt most.
Timmy opened his eyes, all he could see was the bottom of Tracey’s sock covered foot above him, if he wasn’t in so much pain, such a sight would be amazing, with the slight creases in the nylon material, glistening beads of sweat, once tiny bits of grit and dust imprinted in her smooth silken sole.
“Please, let me go….” Timmy groaned.
But Tracey had other plans.
She reached in her pocket and fumbled around for a while, eventually pulling out an elastic band.
Lifting her heel from Timmy’s body she quickly grabbed him in her powerful fist and placed the elastic band around him, Timmy just laid limp in her powerful clutches.
Tracey then slid Timmy and band over her left foot and slid him up to her ankle, this secured Timmy in place behind her ankle, facing towards her toes.
Timmy cried again, but Tracey took no notice and grabbed her sneaker, she slid the sneaker on her left foot ensuring that Timmy’s legs remained inside
“Now Timmy!” she spoke softly, “This is a simple game, all you have to do is make sure you don’t slide down into my shoe, that’s all, can you do that?”
Timmy just stared at Tracey’s huge foot, he looked for something to hold onto, all he had was the nylon material of her sock.
Tracey started to walk, and immediately Timmy slid down the heel of her sneaker, her heel slid up and down his tiny body, Timmy screamed in agony as her humongous heel rubbed and chaffed his little body.
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