Much to your misfortune, any thoughts of you had long since fled Shannon’s mind during the drive to the store. As far as she was concerned you were back home with Stacy, and there was no reason to factor you in to any decision being made about her insoles. A casual visual inspection was enough to tell her that it was only her right insole that needed to be replaced, and she trusted her eyes more than any nagging feeling of forgetfulness, so she fixed the employee with a bright smile as she reached down to scoop up her right heel. “Hello! I was hoping to get a replacement right insole for this shoe.” She pulled out the ruined insole. “As you can see, this one’s seen better days.”
The sound of your mother’s words drove a spike of absolute terror into your heart as you realised that she had indeed forgotten you. You tried to tremble, to scream, to do anything you could to remind her of the truth, but there was nothing you could do as the other insole was retrieved and presented for replacement while you were left to wallow. The employee, a young-looking girl of Hispanic descent, took the insole without protest, though her eyes did briefly flick down to your prison. “And for your other shoe? There’s a standard discount for buying a pair of insoles.”
There was some small part of you that hoped that, as Shannon eye’s moved to your location, the requirement to focus on you would jog her memory and lead to your salvation, that there was still a chance that your mother hadn’t truly forgotten you. But as much as you loved her, time and again over the years the point had been driven home that you could not rely on your mother’s memories. You’d spent days, even weeks, trapped on her body or belongings, and most times you were only saved by the eventual intervention of your sister. The thought of Stacy ever moving out was one that filled you with dread and the sure knowledge that it would lead to the end of your comfortable existence. Sure enough, there was no recognition in those eyes as Shannon glanced at you then smiled back at the employee. “Just the one today please. The other one’s perfectly intact.”
Nodding politely, the employee took the offered insole and left to find an appropriate replacement, leaving you to suffer and Shannon to relax and wait for her return. If you’d been able to you would have been crying, wondering what was going to become of you now and how long it would take for you to escape. You didn’t look anything like yourself right now, so if you couldn’t find a way to reform even Stacy might not be able to find you. With such thoughts, it was perhaps a small salvation when your mother provided a distraction in the form of her toes, moving a few inches into the heel and starting to pinch and prod at your body. To Shannon it was just a bit of casual fidgeting, while to you it was the feeling of her rank toes being rubbed against your defenceless body. You were already soaked with her sweat and grime and now she was adding salt to the wound with her playful digits, a distant humming letting you know that she was truly enjoying your torment.
This casual prodding continued for several minutes that seemed to drag on forever, before the employee eventually returned and Shannon’s foot finally withdrew as she accepted a replacement insole for her right heel. While the aroma of your mother’s feet still surrounded you, and you were still dripping with her sweat, it was heaven compared to what you knew would come next, and you tried your best to appreciate it while it lasted. Oblivious to the fate she was inflicting on her son, the model thanked the girl and inserted her new insole into the waiting shoe, paying on the spot before inserting her right foot back into its home, and reaching down to adjust the position of the left.
There was absolutely nothing you could do as the light above cut out once more, and for the second time today you were subjected to the brutal assault of your mother’s foot being shoved into a shoe using you as an insole. During the brief time in the store you’d almost managed to forget how bad this was, but now it all came back as Shannon lurched to her feet and her full weight pressed down on you. There was a shift above as she stomped her right foot to make sure the new insole was in place, and then before you could even try to brace there was a feeling of vertigo as your own foot rose, only to slam back down three more times as you found yourself tested as well. Whether Shannon had already forgotten which insole had been replaced, or she was just being way too enthusiastic you didn’t know, but the action left you delirious and in pain as she finally headed out.
Without hope of freedom any time in the near future, you were once again subjected to the hell of being pounded beneath your mother’s feet as she exited the shoe store. Worse, with her schedule pretty open for the day, Shannon was in no hurry to return home, and wandered around the shops without any thought for the pain she was inflicting on her tiny son. If you were on her mind at all, it was only a passing thought that she didn’t remember her left insole being this comfortable, though she put it down to prior discomfort from the imbalance between the two shoes. It was a couple of hours later when she finally headed home, and by the time she stepped out of the car and practically skipped up to the front door, you had been so battered and soaked that you were a broken man. Thoughts of freedom were gone, and now you were focused only on surviving your imprisonment.
Unaware of the events occurring beneath her feet, Shannon entered your home with a smile on her face and a skip to her step, enjoying immensely the comfortable feeling of her new insoles. By now she had even forgotten about replacing just one insole, and if anyone asked she would have said without deception that she had today gotten a new pair of insoles for her favourite heels. Strolling into the lounge room, she smiled at her daughter chilling on the couch with smart phone in hand, leaning against the back of the seat and catching Stacy’s attention. “Hey, I’m home.” She paused for a moment in thought. “You know I don’t have any shoots today. What do you think about heading out for a night on the town later? It’s been awhile since we’ve had a proper girl’s night.”
Stacy returned the smile, pocketing her phone and turning to face your mother properly. “That’s because we’re always looking out for Sammy. But sure, sounds fun. Speaking of Sammy though, have you seen him? I haven’t seen him around since you took him up to your room earlier.” The brunette had assumed that you’d headed out with Shannon, but seeing the blonde return seemingly without you in tow had her concerned for your safety. It wouldn’t be the first time that the model had taken you out of the house, deliberately or otherwise, only to lose you somewhere outside.
Happy with the acceptance, Shannon stood up straight and headed for the kitchen to get a drink, humming at Stacy’s question as she turned her mind to you for the first time since she’d first stomped you into her heel. “Hmm... didn’t he head out for tutoring today? That was the plan right?” With her head halfway into the fridge by the time she finished the sentence her voice came out a little muffled, though Stacy got the general gist of it, as she shifted into a more upright position. “You dropped him off then?” Unfortunately, the muffling of the fridge worked both ways, and what was intended as a question was heard by your mother as a statement of fact that you had indeed headed out, and she smiled as she finally emerged with a handful of grapes. “That’s right dear.”
Satisfied with that response, Stacy smiled happily, thoughts turning to her dear brother. “Oh well, I hope he’s okay. It will probably be a couple of days before he gets back then. Might as well enjoy the freedom while we’re trying not to worry about him.” Your sister loved you dearly, but even she would admit that caring for you was a full-time job that could become tiring at times, so it wasn’t so bad to be able to take the load off for a bit, even if she was sure she’d be worried about you later. You couldn’t hear her words from your prison beneath Shannon’s feet, but had you been able to you would have been broken further still by the knowledge she wasn’t coming to save you.
With another smile, and a twist of her heel that compressed your face further beneath the ball of her foot, Shannon left the kitchen to head upstairs, already planning the upcoming night out. There was the question of what to do with her shoes in the interim, but eventually she decided to just…
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