You groaned as you fused with the hyperactive leaders worn out insole, you had never personally seen or been near Ruby's Nylons but judging by the state of the boot you didn't want to meet the real deal.
15 minutes before you could turn back you felt movement and heard a booming yawn overhead.
"J-just wait 15 more minutes!" You cried out in vein.
Ruby yawned, not quite fully awake yet as she dragged her boots close to her. She'd been up late reading again and her body was starting to complain. Her toes wiggled into her open boots with ease, pinching the torn up insole with her ever playful feet. After lazily tieing the laces and giving a test stomp she heading out the door, stretching her arms out as she went.
You whimpered as Ruby's Nyloned feet squished your entire body. Her playful toes played with your nose, mashing it into the thin fabric without care. The worst part was that it felt like you were actually hugging the hyper leaders foot as it toyed with you. Suddenly, you felt yourself come away from the tormenting foot as it lifted into the air, only to comedown on you harder then ever. You hopelessly cried out as the biggest amount of pressure you had ever felt landed directly on you. Her toes curled up as pressure transferred into the ball of her foot to continue her walk.
The torment of walking was humiliating and painful. The oblivious girl continued to pound you into her daily cycle as she walked from place to place. When she sat down, she would constantly toy with you, pulling on your body absentmindedly with her toes. When she wasn't sitting, she was storming around, her feet only able to stand still for a few minutes before grinding against you once more.
You thanked every god you could think of as she removed her foot from your warm, moist confounds.
With a sigh Ruby fell on her bed, airing her tired tootsies out before getting dressed into her Pajamas. As she slid her nylon's off her mind suddenly challenged her to throw them into her boot from where she was sitting. With a playful toss she tried to get her Nylons to land in her boots ready for the next day...
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