murdoch2348
11-18-2003, 5:56 PM
I'm new to writing these stories or any for that matter, but I gave it a try, still can't think of a title at the moment. Hope you enjoy the story.
Untitled, part 1
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Matthew always longed for someone who shared his desires. A greater than equal opposite. Someone whom he could love, who he could care for, who he could worship. But he never seemed to find the courage to pursue this longing. Matthew is an exceptionally shy man.
Matthew has just finished a device that will change everything about our lives. He has built a device that will mean death will soon become something trivial. A man run over by a truck could come back to life with the push of a button. He wouldn't even have a scar.
At this moment, as his beautiful laboratory assistant has entered the room, it would be wise to introduce this vision to the reader. Her name is Claire, she towers over Matthew at 6' 1", even without those delicious heels she ALWAYS wears! She has fiery red hair, always a matching pedicure and manicure, and eyes that were almost black. Her long silky legs and slender heels always proved a pleasant distraction for Matt. There was certainly something mystical about her, which it quite funny considering that, unbeknownst to Matthew, she practices witchcraft.
"Matthew, here's that coffee you wanted." she said as she walked into the room, heels clicking seductively against the floor. I thanked her profusely as she handed me the cup, the coffee is just what I needed after a long morning. I took a sip and went back to work. A few minutes passes and I feel a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. My skin starts to feel oddly tingly. My vision fades and I black out.
I awaken in a dark room, with very soft, wet floors. I feel around for a door, but feel nothing but a strange material covering the walls. I look up at the only opening, above me, far out of reach. "I left him in here, follow me" a voice sounding something like Claire's booms from above, out of the opening somewhere. Where the hell am I? I sit on the floor and try and work a way out of my current situation. The liquid on the floor smells strangely but strongly like vinegar and popcorn and makes me stand up and walk back under the opening.
A giant, grinning face appeared over the opening, it is Claire. Then her giant hand picks him up. What is going on? As I look down, I see a 4" heeled pump in fire red below me. I was in Claire's shoe? Claire firmly says "Imagine how much money there is in you machine, imagine how much power the possessor of a machine like that would have. If you will also imagine that I'm going to take the machine, and you're not in any position to stand in my way. But if you're extra nice, we might keep you alive as a toy, or we could just crush you like the insect you are, right now! You see, I put a spell on you, and now you're mine."
"Are you sure this machine works?" a voice in the background says. I turn my head back as best I can and look for the person this voice belongs to. "I haven't introduced my mother to you yet, have I, this is my mother, Christine" Claire states. My jaw drops and my current situation is forgotten momentarily. Her mother? She looks not a day older than 35. She looks Italian of descent, shorter than her daughter but still quite tall, the same exquisite taste in heels. Long silky legs, amber hair, and her nails and toenails are painted quite a dazzling blood red.
I feel myself get an erection even with a hand wrapped around my legs and torso. "I think he likes you, Mum" Claire says teasingly. "You had better behave, little man!" Christine says firmly. With that she takes me from Claire and places me on the floor in front of her. "He is really quite cute when he's that small", and with that, Christine demands that I lie down on my back before her. "I think I am going to have to test this machine of yours" she says. Christine grinds her heel into my groin and all with that I almost faint. "I'm getting blood all over the sole of my designer heels, I think you'd better apologise, little man!". I feel so much pain that I'm starting to go slightly delirious, there is a lot of blood coming out of my wound. Christine bends over so that her face is very close to my injured frame. "I'm waiting!" she says angrily. I struggle to form the words, but make a very big effort to forget the pain for a moment "I.. I.. I'm sorry Christine". "I must have missed that, worm. I just thought I heard you call me Christine! When you are to call me Mistress Christine, or Goddess Christine, because I am a Goddess, and I am you're entire world now!" Christine says, she then grinds her heel into my leg, which snaps like a twig under her heel. I shout through the pain "I'm sorry Mis.. Mistress Christine". Then, Christine slips her nylon clad foot from her 4" needle heeled red mule and brings it just a fraction above my very fragile body. I can smell the same vinegar soaked smell I smelt in the shoe before.
"Good boy, now say goodnight" she says as she brings her sweet smelling foot down and crushes me. Pain follows, then there is darkness.
There is a bright light. A couple of buzzes and beeps and I can see a figure towering over me. I soon make out that it's Claire. "You know what, I think my mum really likes you" she says and grins. "We've shrunk many men before, but they never survive our games. This is what makes this machine so important to us, we can kill you over, and over and over again, and still bring you back to your old, soon to be very tortured self. It's a delicious prospect. We'll have the machine moved to my house and you're going to live with us. If you ever try to escape, just think about this, I put a spell on you to shrink, so I can put another spell on you to make you appear above a pack of vicious animals, or at the bottom of a well to starve, or very high up in the sky to fall and make quite an impression when you land. We are thinking of keeping you for a while, as a toy. You'd better learn how to keep us happy with you quickly, little man."
With that Claire picked me up and dropped me into her shoe. "Oh, and by the way, this is how you'll be travelling everywhere from now on, in my shoe, below the foot of a Goddess. Buh bye for now honey!" With that she slipped her stocking clad foot into the shoe and pinned me to the floor.
The overpowering smell of foot sweat returned, and she started to play with me with her toes, moving me between her toes and squeezing me repeatedly. There was nowhere to run.
Claire was enjoying the feeling of a man struggling for life between her toes. She played around with her toy a bit more and then set of on the journey home.
to be continued...
Untitled, part 1
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Matthew always longed for someone who shared his desires. A greater than equal opposite. Someone whom he could love, who he could care for, who he could worship. But he never seemed to find the courage to pursue this longing. Matthew is an exceptionally shy man.
Matthew has just finished a device that will change everything about our lives. He has built a device that will mean death will soon become something trivial. A man run over by a truck could come back to life with the push of a button. He wouldn't even have a scar.
At this moment, as his beautiful laboratory assistant has entered the room, it would be wise to introduce this vision to the reader. Her name is Claire, she towers over Matthew at 6' 1", even without those delicious heels she ALWAYS wears! She has fiery red hair, always a matching pedicure and manicure, and eyes that were almost black. Her long silky legs and slender heels always proved a pleasant distraction for Matt. There was certainly something mystical about her, which it quite funny considering that, unbeknownst to Matthew, she practices witchcraft.
"Matthew, here's that coffee you wanted." she said as she walked into the room, heels clicking seductively against the floor. I thanked her profusely as she handed me the cup, the coffee is just what I needed after a long morning. I took a sip and went back to work. A few minutes passes and I feel a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. My skin starts to feel oddly tingly. My vision fades and I black out.
I awaken in a dark room, with very soft, wet floors. I feel around for a door, but feel nothing but a strange material covering the walls. I look up at the only opening, above me, far out of reach. "I left him in here, follow me" a voice sounding something like Claire's booms from above, out of the opening somewhere. Where the hell am I? I sit on the floor and try and work a way out of my current situation. The liquid on the floor smells strangely but strongly like vinegar and popcorn and makes me stand up and walk back under the opening.
A giant, grinning face appeared over the opening, it is Claire. Then her giant hand picks him up. What is going on? As I look down, I see a 4" heeled pump in fire red below me. I was in Claire's shoe? Claire firmly says "Imagine how much money there is in you machine, imagine how much power the possessor of a machine like that would have. If you will also imagine that I'm going to take the machine, and you're not in any position to stand in my way. But if you're extra nice, we might keep you alive as a toy, or we could just crush you like the insect you are, right now! You see, I put a spell on you, and now you're mine."
"Are you sure this machine works?" a voice in the background says. I turn my head back as best I can and look for the person this voice belongs to. "I haven't introduced my mother to you yet, have I, this is my mother, Christine" Claire states. My jaw drops and my current situation is forgotten momentarily. Her mother? She looks not a day older than 35. She looks Italian of descent, shorter than her daughter but still quite tall, the same exquisite taste in heels. Long silky legs, amber hair, and her nails and toenails are painted quite a dazzling blood red.
I feel myself get an erection even with a hand wrapped around my legs and torso. "I think he likes you, Mum" Claire says teasingly. "You had better behave, little man!" Christine says firmly. With that she takes me from Claire and places me on the floor in front of her. "He is really quite cute when he's that small", and with that, Christine demands that I lie down on my back before her. "I think I am going to have to test this machine of yours" she says. Christine grinds her heel into my groin and all with that I almost faint. "I'm getting blood all over the sole of my designer heels, I think you'd better apologise, little man!". I feel so much pain that I'm starting to go slightly delirious, there is a lot of blood coming out of my wound. Christine bends over so that her face is very close to my injured frame. "I'm waiting!" she says angrily. I struggle to form the words, but make a very big effort to forget the pain for a moment "I.. I.. I'm sorry Christine". "I must have missed that, worm. I just thought I heard you call me Christine! When you are to call me Mistress Christine, or Goddess Christine, because I am a Goddess, and I am you're entire world now!" Christine says, she then grinds her heel into my leg, which snaps like a twig under her heel. I shout through the pain "I'm sorry Mis.. Mistress Christine". Then, Christine slips her nylon clad foot from her 4" needle heeled red mule and brings it just a fraction above my very fragile body. I can smell the same vinegar soaked smell I smelt in the shoe before.
"Good boy, now say goodnight" she says as she brings her sweet smelling foot down and crushes me. Pain follows, then there is darkness.
There is a bright light. A couple of buzzes and beeps and I can see a figure towering over me. I soon make out that it's Claire. "You know what, I think my mum really likes you" she says and grins. "We've shrunk many men before, but they never survive our games. This is what makes this machine so important to us, we can kill you over, and over and over again, and still bring you back to your old, soon to be very tortured self. It's a delicious prospect. We'll have the machine moved to my house and you're going to live with us. If you ever try to escape, just think about this, I put a spell on you to shrink, so I can put another spell on you to make you appear above a pack of vicious animals, or at the bottom of a well to starve, or very high up in the sky to fall and make quite an impression when you land. We are thinking of keeping you for a while, as a toy. You'd better learn how to keep us happy with you quickly, little man."
With that Claire picked me up and dropped me into her shoe. "Oh, and by the way, this is how you'll be travelling everywhere from now on, in my shoe, below the foot of a Goddess. Buh bye for now honey!" With that she slipped her stocking clad foot into the shoe and pinned me to the floor.
The overpowering smell of foot sweat returned, and she started to play with me with her toes, moving me between her toes and squeezing me repeatedly. There was nowhere to run.
Claire was enjoying the feeling of a man struggling for life between her toes. She played around with her toy a bit more and then set of on the journey home.
to be continued...