This choice: "YOU WILL MAKE AN EXCELLENT SLAVE." She says as she bends down to collect you • Go Back... Rosella's giant hand reaches down to grab you, and you can only stand still as she extends her thumb and forefinger to wrap around you and lift you off of your base. She brings you up to her eyes and squints to see you more clearly. "PERHAPS YOU WON'T BE SO USELESS AFTER ALL. I HAVEN'T HAD MANY SLAVES WHO PUT QUITE SO MUCH EFFORT INTO PLEASING ME. IT WOULD BE A WASTE TO LET YOU GO." She stands up from the chair and lifts you high into the sky with her. She doesn't take her eyes off of you as you see the world go rushing around you, almost like a carnival ride. But without restraints or seatbelts, all you're left with is the reminder that you're the size of a small doll being carried into this gigantic woman's sleeping tent. She stops walking, allowing you to look around a bit, spying a large pillow-laden bed, a few small dressers and trunks, and perhaps most discouraging of all a collection of multi-sized cages. Some of them seem to be moving and rattling, clueing you into the fact that at this moment in time, she is not without any pets besides yourself. You snap back to attention as the giant gypsy sighs, expelling a gust of hot air all over your measley body. "I'M TOO TIRED TO PUT YOU TO WORK TONIGHT, SO YOUR NEW LIFE AS A SLAVE WILL BEGIN TOMORROW. NOW... WHERE SHOULD I KEEP YOU FOR THE TIME BEING?"
You hope that she doesn't want to put you in a cage like some sort of animal, not knowing that she already had a slightly more wicked idea of where you'd be spending the night. Her whole body bends down, disorienting you for a bit until it rights itself. In her free hand she lifts up a large item proudly, presenting it to you. It was huge, almost like an big black apartment buiilding, but the sides of it seemed smooth, almost like it was made of a thick material. And that's when you start to notice the smell coming off of it... it was a gigantic black boot. Almost like the type of leather footwear you've seen in dominatrix pornography, only now you're small enough to be crushed under it's tall firm heel. "I'VE WORN THESE BOOTS OUT PRETTY BAD OVER THE YEARS, AND I DON'T THINK THEY'RE FIT FOR WEARING ANYMORE... BUT I THINK THEY'LL BE A PERFECT PLACE TO KEEP YOU. THEY'RE TOO TALL FOR YOU TO ESCAPE FROM, THE SOLES ARE SOFT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO SLEEP ON..." She stops her diatribe mid sentence and sticks her face into the opening, recoiling with a cough. The disgusted look on her face immediately turns to a wicked grin as she looks back at you and says "AND YOU'LL BE SURROUNDED BY THE SMELL OF MY FEET EVERY SECOND YOU SPEND IN THERE. AFTER A FEW DAYS, YOU'LL BE SO INTOXICATED BY THE SMELL OF MY SWEAT AND LOTION THAT YOU'LL BEG TO THROW YOURSELF AT MY TOES." You struggle in her grasp, shouting up at her and shaking your fists in a meaningless show of force and anger. "You sick bitch! Don't you drop me in there! Let me go!"
You realize immediately that you should have chosen your words more carefully as she laughs and says "LET YOU GO? MY, YOU ARE EAGER TO SEE YOUR NEW HOME, AREN'T YOU? WELL THEN, IN YOU GO!" Her fingers spread open, releasing you into a free fall. You stare up as the giant gypsy waves goodbye, taking delight in watching your tiny body plummet into her footwear, You feel the air get thicker and muskier as the light starts to fade, and you realize you've passed the rim of the shoes and are falling fast down to the soles. You aren't even halfway down and the smell is already overpowering, causing you to feel more nausious than the simple act of skydiving from a foot and a half was already making you. You slam hard against the bottom of the shoe, but manage to make it back to your feet unharmed. You are amazed by the fact that you weren't crushed by the sheer force of gravity, but that sensation gives way to the overwhelming urge to throw up as the full smell of her giant feet hits your nostrils. You are surrounded by the smell of her massive feet, just as she told you that you would be. The light dims a little further and you look up to see the gypsy's pretty, terrifying face gazing back down at you with awe and pride. "AWW, IS SOMEBODY GETTING USED TO THEIR NEW HOME? DON'T WORRY, I'M ALWAYS RIGHT OUTSIDE, AND IF YOU GET LONELY, MY PERFECT FEET WOULD BE HAPPY TO PAY YOU A VISIT!" She laughs loudly as she wiggles her toes outside the boot. You can't see them, but just the wrapping of her digits against the floor sends vibrations underneath your feet. That's how small you've become at this point.
"OH, I FORGOT TO MENTION. IF YOU FEEL THIRSTY AT ANY POINT, JUST PUSH YOUR HAND DOWN. I'M SURE THERE SHOULD BE ENOUGH WATER FOR YOU TO DRINK LINING THE SOLES." You reluctantly bend down and press your hand flat against the insole of the shoe you're standing on, and push down slightly. You are disgusted and horrified to see a pool of salty water form around your hand's imprint. You shake it off, knowing that you've just collected a sea of foot sweat from your new floor, but in the back of your mind you're incredibly nervous that you'll eventually be so deprived of water that this will be your only way to hydrate yourself. As you mill over your options, the giggling returns and you look back up to the boot's opening to watch your new mistress rise to her full height and stand confidently with her hands on her hips. She bends down over the opening and puckers her lips together in a kissing motion, before leaving you with these words. "NOW GET SOME SLEEP, MY LITTLE FOOT SLAVE. YOU'RE GOING TO NEED YOUR REST IF YOU'RE GOING TO SPEND ALL DAY TOMORROW AS MY...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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