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Heather's Foot Bitch - NEW! - Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2020-08-26 19:49:40 +0000 UTCI arrived early for my shift the next day, and I brought the clean boots. I didn’t know if Heather would be in yet, and when I arrived, she wasn’t there yet. So I placed the boots under her desk where I found them the day before, next to a pair of wedge loafers that looked like she had worn them extensively. I looked at the insides, they were all trashed meaning she probably worn them both with and without socks for a while. The insoles had grime, the shape of her feet was pressed into them. They smelled incredible, I quickly got out from under the desk as soon as I heard someone coming nearby. I walked to my cubicle and, being early, decided to would get my files out and start calling so I would have good numbers and make Heather proud of me.
When everyone else was arrived Heather, who didn’t look at me a single time, did the pep talk. She talked about customers, sales, the importance of not goofing around too much, to which some employees started goofing around of course, it all was a bit funny and all. Then she got out a small remote.
“As part of the punishment system, I am adding this new thing in my hand as the ultimate punishment. It’s a shrinking device, just like they have in schools for undisciplined students.” She said, so what some people reacted. “Shush, let me finish!” she continued. “This thing can shrink you to 1 inch tall, and at that size I am pretty sure I can find a better use of you than having you on the phone. That means, if you are useless in my call center, you get shrunk, and if you get useless when you are shrunk, you are fired. Understood?” Everyone nodded, some responded. I gulped. This is exactly what I needed. Oh my god, Heather had just brought in the perfect punishment….for me. She glanced at me and winked. I gulped again. “Now everyone go to work before the bosses replace you by machines.” She said and laughed. Everyone scattered back to their cubicles and started to slowly make some calls. I was frozen in place, I looked at her remote in her hands. “Amy, get to work!” she finally said to me. I snapped out of my trnce and went to my cubicle, completely disoriented and thinking about being shrunk and stuffed inside her shoes.
This was probably going to be my last days as an employee of this call center, I knew that I would end up losing my job because I knew, dep down, that I wanted to be punished and I hated myself for it. I hated that I wanted to be at her feet, I had that humiliating feeling again taking all over me, telling me that for some reasons unknown, I liked how her feet smelled…but not just a little, I liked it a LOT. That in itself was humiliating enough, and I wanted more. I didn’t start to call customers right away. I had done a few before everyone chimed in and I just started to think. I couldn’t focus at all on the job. My cubicle neighbors saw it and frowned at me after 10 minutes. I put on my headset and made a few calls, boring calls, unable to be persuasive. Heather was walking down the aisles, watching, listening and goofing around with the employees she considered more like friends, the “gang” I was not part of. She finally got to my cubicle and stayed behind my chair. I was calling but there was no answers.
“Amy, what’s wrong with you, huh? Don’t you like your job here?” she said, a bit too loud, some people looked in our direction.
“Yes I do.” I said back, a bit shy.
“Then work harder, or I’ll make you kiss my shoes in front of everyone.” She said. That wasn’t unusual from her to say. “Or maybe I’ll just shrink you AND make you kiss my shoes in front of everyone.” She added this time. I gulped, turned red like a beet, and nodded a bit, not sure why, if it was to comply or because I really anted what she just said. Some people giggled and laughed, others just ignored us. Heather came close to my ear to whisper something. “I’ll do it if you work harder too. Show me what you can do.” She then smiled and walked away, pestering and bossing other people than me.
I started calling people and persuading them to buy services like never before. I was scared, excited, enthused, fueled, name it. I had that motivation I never had before. I could have slacked, it would happen anyway, but my boss wanted me to show her what I could do and she would not punish me, she would reward me. I had to basically choose either to be punished, or rewarded, and both consequences were the same. I would be shrunk, at her mercy, at her feet. So I doubled the efforts and called so many customers, dealing with them so efficiently that I managed to have the best numbers of the whole call center by far before the middle of the shift.
Past a few hours, Heather called the breaktime. Those who were on the phone finished their calls. Some went out to smoke, some stayed to eat a snack. Some gathered around Heather’s desk to fool and laugh together. I stayed at my cubicle and waited, in anticipation, for the break to finish, but instead, I heard my name being called by Heather. I stood up and walked to the small group there and looked at Heather, but not directly in the eyes as I was too shy to eye contact her like that. Also, she dominated me.
“Amy, I see here on my computer that you’ve been working way too fast. When I say make some calls, I don’t mean cheap calls. You have to take your time with customers, if you go too fast it’s just as wrong as going to slow. Now for your punishment, you kiss my shoes.” She said. She stood up and walked to me. “On your knees!” she ordered me. The other employees there, the cool ones, just laughed at my predicament and also because Heather was making a show of humiliating me I front of them. I got on my knees, they laughed some more. I bent down and kissed the tip of each her shoes like a good obedient slave and Heather pivoted her ankles for me to reach the soles. “Kiss the soles too!” she said. I did kiss them. People were laughing at me, humiliating me even further.
“Oh gross!” one said. “Eww!” another said. “You should shrink her.” Said another.
“I know right?” said heather, punishing me for working “too well”. I knew that she didn’t mean it, she justw anted me at her feet and that’s all. I knew she was happy about my calls, and about my performance, she just needed a good reason to make me do this. And she knew I wanted it, that was pretty intense. I mean, she and I knew exactly what was happening between us and all the others didn’t. they just gobbled up the magic trick she did there. She had me on all fours, kissing her shoes non stop in front of the cool people, and it made her feel superior, it made her feel literally good. “Enough!” she said. She walked away. People laughed. “Go back to work, Amy, and if I am not happy with your work I’ll shrink you and make you lick my shoes for the rest of the evening. Understood?”
“Yes Ma’am.” I said, standing up and walking to my cubicle. People made fun of me, of my way to obey. They all laughed and made fun of me before the break was over. They all started to forget about what just happened and went back to work at their own cubicles, and the second part of the shift was on, busy bees at work. I was shaking. I was trembling. My cubicle neighbors saw it, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. Eve, next to me, was on the phone, but she was trying to comfort me. She nodded and smiled at me. I nodded back like if I accepted her gesture, but in fact I was shaking cause I didn’t know what to do anymore. Work harder, or work les hard, to end up shrunk? I decided to go along with the challenge Heather gave me earlier, and I continued to make some quick, efficient, less personalized calls with the customers.
Heather walked next to me and stayed behind my back for a good 5 minute while I was on the phone talking with a customer. She waited for me to finish my call and then said aloud: “Everyone finish your calls, I think we have our first shrinking punishment and I want you all to see.” I swallowed hard, turned around and Heather grabbed the back of my chair and rolled my chair down the middle of the main row and everyone not on the phone gathered around us. The ones on the phone finished their calls and joined in, intrigued, curious about it. “Now, this is what is going to happen if you do not do what I say. Amy here is being stubborn and she doesn’t’ work like I told her and I want to make an example so you all know that I am serious when I say I want good calls, not just numbers.” I felt the pressure of dozens of people looking at me with disappointment. I felt so humiliated. Heather smiled at me, and winked, quickly, I saw it. She aimed the remote in my direction and I felt funny inside. Slowly, my clothes began to be way too big. I felt my legs shorten, I felt my feet getting out of my shoes, and my socks, and my sweater being way too big. In a matter of a few seconds, I shrunk down to 1 inche, and found myself inside my clothes, and under them, on the chair. Voices around, people chattering, some impressed, others just in awe. My clothes were shuffled above me and two big hands reached down and Heather’s giant fingers pinched me up and out of my pile of clothes. She brought me up so fast I almost fell like I was in a rollercoaster. She brought my up to her face and then, extended her arm to show me to people. “See? This is what is going to happen to you if you don’t work well. Amy here is 1 inch tall, and she will kiss my shoes for the rest of the shift. If you don’t want this predicament to happen to you, I suggest you go back to work now.” Said Heather. “And don’t forget….when shrunk… you’re naked!” Heather laughed and the cool people laughed too. Some people quickly went back top their cubicles.
Heather brough me closer to her face. “You….little insect, need to learn who’s the boss here.” She told me, her voice being way too loud for me. Now, I had a hard time getting used to the fact I was tiny, but being manipulated, that was quite a ride. In matters of seconds, Heather was at her desk and she had lowered me down to the floor at her feet, and ordered me to kiss her shoes. She dropped me to the dusty floor and, two giant dirty schoolgirl loafers landed each side of me. My heart was pounding so fast. I walked, cold and trembling to the giant shoe’s thick sole and it was as tall as I was. I kissed. I kissed the rubber sole and kissed and kissed, and kissed. It was so humiliating, I felt the weigth of the world down on me, laughing at me, making fun of me. I could almost hear all the people and their thoughts about how much of a loser I was. And I kissed the giantess’s shoes while she just ignored me up there, at her desk.
I loved it.
I especially loved it even more when she started shoeplaying, moving her feet, bumping me around, trapping me under her shoe’s soles, pressing down, then rolling me under her soles, then bumping me again, trapping me under the arch of her shoe between the sole and the big block heel. I was literally a plaything at her feet for her to play with while she supervised people’s work and worked at the computer. But then, She kicked off both shoes and they ended up flying near the other discarded pairs, including a clean pair of boots I had lick the night before. Her two giant white cotton socked feet crashed on me, trapped me under their powerful smell. I was laying down on my back, engulfed, trapped in smelly cotton heaven. I could feet the heat and the humidity of her foot sweat absorbed by the socks. Heather continued playing with my tiny body with her feet this time without shoes and I knew she knew I loved it. She trapped my under her toes, under the arch, rolled me under her heels. She was kind of rough with me, but it felt so good. I was at her mercy and I loved it. The feeling of being small quickly was replaced by the euphoria and excitement of being exactly where deep down I thought I belonged. Cause I was Heather’s foot bitch now and people of the call center started to know and accept that I was.
It was me, the lucky one, yet everyone thought I was the unlucky one.
The call center’s evening shift came to an end, Heather slipped on her shoes again and she stood up. “Good job everyone! That was a good call night, see you tomorrow!” She said, people started to leave, some stick around to make jokes, they all seem to have forgotten about me, still on the floor under Heather’s desk. When the room was empty, and there was just Heather and me, she came back and asked my to lick her shoes while she would count the numbers and close the evening. When we were both down doing our “work.” She got me out from under the desk and placed me in the middle of the room and grew me back to normal size. She didn’t say anything, she walked back to her desk as I got dressed, didn’t want to stay naked like this in the middle of the call center too long, even if there were just the two of us.
“If you continue to work well like this, I’ll shrink you again. But if you complain to anyone, I’ll fire you.” She told me, dead serious. I nodded and agreed. “Now get out of my sight.” I gathered my stuff and walked out, my little heart pounding, my little life breathing, I was happy.
And I couldn’t wait for my next shift. Never got so excited to go to work.
