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Mindy and Me - Last chapter
🕑 Added 2020-08-18 04:08:13 +0000 UTCAfter skiing, I was granted with once in a lifetime opportunity to actually be heard by my girlfriend Mindy when she actually plucked me out of the ski boot to transfer me into her old UGG boots she had brought to soothe her feet and keep them warm in this cold weather. I had a moment, very brief, to scream her name and she looked at me, a bit annoyed.
“What?” she asked. She raised an eyebrow as if she was not expecting it.
“I need to talk to you, please gr….” I was about to ask her grow me back to normal size but she cut me mid-sentence.
“Look Sam, I don’t have time for this, I need to get something to eat, I’m starving after skiing all day.” And after that she dumped me in her ugg boot, the right one and she added: “I’ll listen to you later. Now be nice and smell my foot.”
She lowered the boot to the floor and I saw her socked foot come down on me, fluffily descending into the boot and instantly warming up the whole place while crushing me down under its massive weight. I ended up under the arch of her foot, wedged intricately between her foot and the wool insole. The potent smell of her foot permeated through her fresh new comfy fluffly sock she just put on. For a moment I thought that would be a walk in the park, I wasn’t uncomfortable, at least it was nothing compared to the rigid ski boot she trapped me in for all day long.
But I was wrong. Her foot was warm, and UGG boots were very isolating and soon it became a sauna in there. The sweat, the heat, the stale air, it all mad me feel very dizzy, very…calm, very lightheaded. I lost, gradually, my ability to think clearly. My girlfriend had objectified me. She was going way over what we had agreed to, and her obsession got to new levels. I remember vaguely that she removed her foot from the boot at some point during the evening, but I was in half limbo, absent minded, dizzy and most likely exhausted. She said something like “If you don’t smell my foot, I’ll have to make it harder for you.” Something that gave me some twitchy eyelid anxiety. So far, at that point, everything she had done to me was tolerable and at worse a bit cute since she was having so much fun forcing her foot smell on me. But I just got to realize that she had gone over the top. What else can I do in that boot, but smell her foot? How in the world could she suddenly become unsatisfied at my smelling performance? Especially knowing and consciously forcing me to be trapped inside her hot boot under her foot, not to mention that is exactly what I did all day long. I realized she was crazy about this and that things could only go from bad to worse.
Yet, when she removed me from the boot after hours of chilling and watching TV in the luxury condo we rented, she announced to me that I had to be punished. Apparently, my crime was to not smell her foot correctly or the word she used: “enough”. And for that, she told me she would not shower before going to bed, and that she would not shower before going skiing the next morning, and that she would not give me fresh air until I learned my “lesson”. Was she roleplaying herself some kind of fantasy? Perhaps she was, no matter how irrelevant to my predicament it could be. I was unable to develop any kind of anger towards her. And, what truly helped me sleep is when she said those specific words before putting me into her sock for the night: “I love you baby.” She blew me a kiss, then put on her sock. She squeezed me under her toes in there, and decided to wear me like that for the whole night. I let myself fall into sleep even if it was all very hard for me to abandon the idea that my loving girlfriend just popped a gasket about me, tiny and helpless. … meh…. She must have been feeling like a goddess. She was probably excited by the amount of power she had over me. She was sadistically forcing me to smell her foot non-stop with disconcerting pleasure.
And she skied on me all day long, for a second time.
I sighed. Any normal human being would have probably gone mad. Me, I just almost got bored of that little game. My claustrophobia or what little I had, I fought it away. My dizziness? Got used to it. The constant deafening sounds of ski clipping and unclipping, the heat, the smell, all got used to it. I was smelling her foot like a boss. Taking it all on me. I felt strong and I was in love. I massaged her foot when she was in the chairlift. I heated her toes because they were becoming cold. It was a colder day than the day before. She switched me to her other boot at lunchtime, like she did the day before, just giving me a warm loving smile. I can still feel the softness of her hands.
When Sunday evening came, she grew me back to normal size, and we had sex. We did not talk much, we just desired each other like never before. We had sex in the bed, on the mezannine floor, on the couch downstairs, in the little room with the ski equipment, in the shower. We kissed to much, she bit my lips 5 times, it was bleeding. We ended up spooning in the bed for a good nights sleep.
Now we live our normal lives, but I spend a lot of time shrunken into her foot wear. Mindy sometimes wear me to work, She wears me for her jogging, Sometimes we sleep together, sometimes I sleep under her toe, shrunken. Every time she wants to shrink me, I say yes, and every time, she forces her foot smell into my tiny body and then grows me back to normal size and we have tremendously good sex.
It is crazy how this week-end changed our lives forever. Not only Mindy’s excitement stayed strong, our love stayed strong, and…well, I guess I stayed strong. At any given time I could have fallen into anger and get mad at her and every time I would remind me that this woman right there was perfect for me, especially for me. So I had to be perfect…for her.
The end.
