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The Halloween Party
🕑 Added 2023-02-09 12:01:00 +0000 UTCHer name was Sasha. Though we had gone to high school together, we were from two different crowds and never really knew each other. We ended up sharing a few classes together our first year of college, and that's when we began to talk. After sitting next to me in one of our classes, she noticed how smart I was and would often ask me for help with anything she didn't understand. Next thing I knew she was sitting next to me in every class we had together. I couldn't believe my luck. I had a major crush on her back in high school, but never had the balls to talk to her. Now she was asking me to spend more time with her outside of class to help tutor her, and I couldn't have been happier to do so. I love getting so much one on one time with her. She was super sweet, completely different from the popular mean girl persona she had in high school. She was always so giggly around me and always finding excuses to put her hands on my arm or shoulder. I couldn't help but feel she was flirting with me, but I still didn't have the nerve to ask her out. We maintained our friendship for the whole year. She would often drag me out to major parties that I never would've been invited to and always did her best to try to include me in conversations and pull me out of my shell a little. She never made any major moves to solidify whether or not she was in to me or just saw me as a really good friend. It got to a point where almost every time we hung out I was waiting for her to say something about how I feel like a brother to her or something, but that never happened. She just continued to confuse me and feed me mixed signals. Summer came along and we parted ways with a hug, and she said she couldn't wait to see me again at the end of summer break, so that felt somewhat promising. I spent all summer thinking about her, missing all the time that I had grown used to spending with her. I watched summer tik away slowly as I impatiently waited for school to start back up again. When the first day of the new year started I saw Sasha quickly making her way towards me. "Oh my God!" She yelled happily. "I'm so glad you're back! The summer was kinda boring without my cute little pet by my side!" Pet.. I wasn't sure how to take that. She did say I was cute.. What kind of message was she trying to give here? I brushed it off and gave her a big hug. We went off to find a quiet spot and she told me all about her summer and how she wished I could've been there with her. Our relationship was starting to feel like it was in a better place than when summer started. Near the end of October she told me that there was going to be this killer costume party and she wanted me to go with her. She was going as a witch and asked if I would be her peasant slave. I thought it was a weird request, but at the same time, this was sounding very much like a couples costume. At this point I had already developed very strong feeling for her and would do whatever it took for an opportunity to win her over, so I happily agreed. The night of the party she came to pick me up. The party was a decent ways off campus, tucked away in the middle of nowhere, so as to avoid cops coming to shut down the party. I was pretty excited. She made for one hot witch, and I didn't care if my costume was kind of demeaning because it made her so happy that we could go together. When we got there I noticed that there weren't a lot of familiar faces, but the party was bumpin either way so I didn't care nor think much of it. As the night carried on she drug me around with her everywhere, showing off our costumes, often joking about how she planned on taking me back to her lair for her dinner. She kept handing me beer after beer, I assumed trying to get me to loosen up. I'm not the most social person ever and can get kind of shy in groups. Her plan was working however. The more I drank the easier it was to open up and enjoy myself. It had started getting late and a lot of people had already made their way home. There were still a few stragglers, ourselves included. She took me by the hand and led me into a big empty room. She turned to look at me and grabbed me by the hand. "You've been a good little peasant slave," she said with a giggle and a wink. "Now, being the generous witch that I am, I'll grant you one free wish! What'll it be!?" I was heavily intoxicated, and as I looked at her gorgeous face, only one thing came to mind. "I just want to be yours forever." As soon as I said it I froze up. I hadn't thought before I spoke, and now it was all out there. I guess now I would finally get my definitive answer. A smile formed on her black lips. "What would you do to prove that you're worthy to be mine?" Was she serious? Did I actually stand a chance!? "I would do anything your heart desires," I said as sweetly as my drunken self could muster. She reached into her purse and pulled out salt and a candle. I was confused but just watched as she made a ring of salt on the floor and lit the candle in the middle of it. "I will give you the ultimate test then," she said stepping out of the circle after lighting the candle. "Step inside the circle." I did as she said and she started to mumble words I couldn't understand. It didn't sound like english, but it also didn't sound like any other language I recognized either. I began to feel lightheaded and the whole room began to spin way worse than it already was. I fell on my ass and grabbed my head as I waited for the room to stop spinning. When I finally regained my equilibrium, I looked around to see that I was now extremely tiny, looking up at a giant towering Sasha. She was looking back down at me with a large grin on her face. "Aww," she said, "you look so adorable! So lets see just how far you're willing to go to prove yourself to me." She reached down and started to unzip on of her knee high black leather boots. "These things make my feet so hot and sore, and I usually only wear them for a few hours, but today for my costume I've been wearing them like non stop all day." She finished unzipping and slid out her foot. A heavy stench of vinegar and corn chips began to fill the air immediately. As her foot came out I could see it literally dripping with sweat. She set her foot down and continued with the other boot. "If you really love me, you'll give me a nice long foot massage with those tiny little hands of yours. Show me you can be a man, tough it out, and I'll be highly impressed. I've really gotten to enjoy having you around for the past year, if you can prove your devotion, I think I might just have to keep you around forever, because that kind of love is hard to find." As her second soaking wet foot it the floor and the smell increased around me, I did my best to hide all signs of disgust from my face. She sat down and stretched her feet out in front of me. I could see the sweat glistening off her foot and my stomach turned. Between the smell and even just seeing it I wanted to throw up, but I knew I had to suck it up and prove myself. I looked past her feet and up to her face. Once again taken away by her beauty, I knew what I had to do. I made my way up to her foot. With one hand on the ball of her foot and the other on her second to last toe, I buried my face under her middle toe and began to lick the sweat and toe jam that had accumulated there. I wanted to throw up now more than ever, but as I heard her gasp in shock, I knew I was making the right choice. She wanted me to prove my devotion, so I decided to go above and beyond to do so. "While you continue to prove your devotion, I'm going to take a minute to better explain the situation. As I'm sure you've already figured out, this isn't just a costume, I really am an actual witch. We are very strict in keeping our existence hidden from mankind. However, it's not uncommon for a witch to find a mortal whom she wishes to grow a closer bond with, and there are ways of going about doing that. Getting to know you over the last year has been wonderful, and I trust you would be willing to keep my secret, but there are rules to be followed. In order to be accepted into a witches coven, you have to take a test to prove your loyalty. The test is the same for everyone and is judged by the gods themselves. I can't tell you everything, there are many rules and different scales of measurement based on your choices that can make a major impact on your result of the test. It's not a simple task, but seeing how you chose to lick my feet instead of just massage them, I just know you're going to do a great job! I'm rooting for you, so prove to the gods that you're worthy! Now that the trial has begun, it won't stop until it's over. If you fail, you'll lose all memory of this and we'll never get a second chance, but if you win, I'll show you all the splendors of the world that you never new existed!" It was hard to take in everything she was saying. Partially because it was just a lot to swallow all at once, but also because it was a lot to swallow along with all the foot sweat and toe jam that I was forcing down my throat. I wasn't sure how long I was meant to continue licking her feet, but I knew that I had made the commitment and felt I had no choice but to see it through. I licked away at her foot for hours, only stopping a few times to look at her beautiful face to remind myself why I was subjecting myself to this, only to continue on faithfully. After hours of hard work and subjecting my tastebuds to the ultimate hell, I finished licking all the sweat that had accumulated on her foot. She then shifted her feet and placed her still dirty foot down in front of my. My heart sank as it became abundantly clear that once I decided to start licking her feet, I signed up for a full cleaning job. Had I chose to rub her feet, I'd probably be done already, but having chosen to clean her feet, I was now obligated to see it through. As I made my way to her second foot, I glanced at the clock. It hadn't changed since she shrunk me down. All time had stopped and was waiting for me to clean her feet. I took a deep breath of the toxic air created by her foot and got to work once again. Another few hours passed and I was once again finished cleaning her foot. My mouth tasted of death and my tongue felt as though it had turned to straight toe jam, but I still took immense pleasure in knowing I had finally finished. She picked me up and brought me to her lips. She gave me a soft kiss and told me how proud she was of me. "Now it's time to start the second part of the test," she said. "For part two you will be shrunk down even smaller and wedged between my toes for me to then put my boots back on. You will have to then stay in there for an amount of time that I'm not allowed to tell you. We'll have a psychic connection and the second you ask me to let you out I will. Doing so however means the test is over and you fail.. I'm really sorry I have to put you through all this, but it'll be so worth it if you pass, I promise! So the choice is yours. Do you wish to continue?" "I'm not going to lie to you," I said, "that sounds pretty terrible. However, if that's what it takes to prove to you that I'll do anything for you, then so be it. Lets go on to round two!" She smiled so big and gave me another kiss. "I know this is gonna suck," she said, "but I know you got this!" She held me in between her fingers and I began to shrink even smaller. She wedged me down under her pinky toe, which my choice to clean them originally was now paying off because her foot didn't stink. As she slid her foot down into her boot however, her clean foot didn't really matter. Inside her shoe smelled even worse than her foot did as I licked the sweat off it. There was a squelch of sweat releasing from the insole as her foot settled into place. My new size made this new situation far more unbearable than licking her feet clean. I could only hope that this was a test to see more if I was willing to do it rather than how long I could stand it. "How are you doing in there?" I heard her voice in my mind. "Totally fine," I thought back to her, "this'll be a breeze!" I don't know who I was trying to convince more, her or myself, but either way I knew it was a complete and total lie. I was in Hell. The air was toxic and I was getting crushed under her toe with every subconscious move she made. I tried hard not to pay attention to how long I was in there and just did all I could to resist the urge to beg for freedom. Every fiber of my body was screaming for me to quit, but I knew if I did then all this torment would have been for nothing. I wanted this girl in the worst way possible, and if that meant suffering under her hot sweaty feet for an undetermined amount of time, then that's just what I would have to do! At first I tried to keep track of the days, but locked in the dark smelly silence of her boot, all time had no meaning and it was next to impossible to tell what was going on outside to make any determinations as to what time it was. It was just me, my thoughts, and this ever growing stench that burned my lungs with every breath and was so thick that I swear I could feel my lungs filling with her sweat, just to then be absorbed into my inner being. I was nothing more than toe jam, and the whole time I was in the boot I was treated as such. There were a few times while I was in there that she would check in on me and make sure I didn't want to come out, but other than that it was just an endless the torment that came with living under a toe. When the day finally came that she took her boot off I was beyond overjoyed! The light blinded my eyes and the fresh air felt so wonderful as it pulled some of the stench that had been festering all around me away a bit. She held her foot in the air as she began to talk to me. "Yay! You made it the whole two months! I can't believe it! Most people don't even last a week! You're amazing! Only a few more tests to go!" My heart sank a little. I couldn't believe that after being forced to endure her foot for two straight months that this damn test still wasn't over. But I kept the mindset of, if I give up now, then it was all for nothing. She kept me under her toe as she moved around and got changed, then she peeled me free and set me down. She sat back and stretched one of her feet towards me. "So..." She said hesitantly. "The reason the test started with a massage was because this is supposed to be the test were you lick my feet clean from your smaller size. So unfortunately I'm going to have to ask you to clean both my feet all over again.. I feel so bad having to ask you to do this again, but I know you can handle it! You're doing absolutely amazing! I just know you'll make it to the end! I even dressed extra cute to help inspire you!" After spending two months under her toe, actually seeing her mammoth foot in front of me was a breath taking sight. It took me a minute to get over the sheer size of it before I could look at Sasha's outfit. She did look absolutely stunning. I had to stop myself from letting my jaw hit the floor. I picked myself up and made my way to her giant, foul, sweat covered foot. The closer I got, the more I wondered how I was ever supposed to be able to finish this task. I wasn't much bigger than an ant and I had two giant feet covered in two months worth of sweat to clean. I knew I couldn't complain, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't back out now. I had to be close to done. So I climbed up her big toe and started licking her second toe, not fully sure where would be the best place to start. The taste was a thousand times worse than the first time I licked her feet and I could feel my stomach lurch as I swallowed down the first mouthful. I looked over her toe and reminded myself how beautiful she is and how she was trying to help me pass this test so we could be together. The outfit she picked really was amazing.. I got back to work, determined to pass this test. Hours went by and the sun never set. I knew that time must have once again stopped and was waiting for me to finish the task at hand. The first time I licked her feet clean it took hours. This time, small as I was, it took me several days worth of time. I just kept telling myself just a few more licks, just a few more licks, for days and days until there finally was no more licks left. I couldn't believe it. I had done it! It took forever, but I managed to lick both of her feet clean! I had to have passed, I just had to! "Wow!" She said. "You're doing such an amazing job at this test! But lets be honest, I've never seen a test that you didn't pass with flying colors!" She gave me a cute little wink. "Anyways on to the next test." Next test!? How many more were there? I was beginning to wonder just how much more of this torture I could endure for this woman. "Now, I'm not gonna lie," she said, "this next test is super embarrassing, especially for me. Next you have to spend twenty-four hours with your face buried in my ass while the gods make me extra gassy. Same rules as the boot, you can quit at any time, but make it the whole twenty-four hours and you're one more step closer to being mine forever!" Seeing her excitement helped rejuvenate my motivation a bit, but it didn't shake the fear of being planted next to her gassy ass. I was so grateful when she grew me back up a little bit. Holding me by my leg, she dangled me behind her over her outstretched panties. She let me drop in head first and released the elastic band of her underwear after I had landed inside them. I could feel her fingers pushing and prodding me from outside her underwear, forcing half of my body deep into her ass crack, leaving my face trapped right next to her asshole. I knew I was in trouble. "Are you sure you still want to do this?" I heard her voice in my head again. "I'm scared," I thought back, "but I'm willing to do whatever I have to in order to prove my loyalty to you. I guess lets just get this twenty-four hours over with!" "You're so optimistic, I absolutely love it!" As though on cue, her ass opened up and a torrent of burning hot gas assaulted my face. As the gas poured out I noticed I couldn't stop myself from breathing in. I absorbed her whole fart into myself. I could feel and taste it, burning inside of me. I heard her stomach rumbling and braced myself for another blast. Again, I took in all of it. "Wow," she said, "I didn't believe them when they told me you would inhale all of it so well that no one else would smell it, but here we are, and I don't smell a thing! You're so amazing! I can't say it enough. You're sure you wanna keep going?" My head was spinning and it was hard to even think a response. "Keep it coming," I thought back, hating myself as I said it. Another blast to the face and I began to wonder if I would actually be able to survive a whole day of this. After my last response she stopped checking in on me and held no reservations about blasting more of her toxic gas directly into my lungs. I wanted to throw in the towel, to call it quits, but I was already to deep. I couldn't fathom quitting now after two months of Hell under her toe. If I could survive that, I knew I could handle this. I just had to stay strong. That night when she got ready for bed I could feel her slide her underwear off. She layed down on her side as half of my body hung out her ass, while the other half was wedged firmly in between her beautiful cheeks. "I'm going to sleep," she thought to me, "if it gets to be to much and you want out, I took off my underwear so you can just wiggle your way out if you feel you have to. Anyways, I hope you're still there when I wake up!" I could feel her rub her fingers across me, as though trying to reassure me and give me extra encouragement. It worked. As she blasted me in the face again I closed my burning eyes and took it. I was hoping with everything I had that this would be my last test, but I had my doubts. She referred to this as the next test, not the last, so I could only assume there would still be more to come. However, for the moment, all I could do was wait out my time wedged inside her ass crack and see what comes next. I spent the whole sleepless night getting relentlessly blasted in the face by her nasty gas and absorbing every atom of it into me. At some point during the night she rolled onto her back and I found myself getting pressed deeper into her ass crack until no part of me was left hanging out. Even after she eventually rolled back over onto her side, I found I was wedged in to deep that I couldn't have peeled myself out anymore, even if I wanted to. I didn't want to. As much as it sucked to be in this situation, I knew it would all be worth it when I finally beat the test. I couldn't wait to be hers forever! When she finally awoke, I could feel her fingers digging in to pull me out. I couldn't have been happier to finally be free of that gas chamber! She held me up to her face. "I'm so sorry that I have to put you through all of this," she said, "but now we're on to the last test! Complete this last challenge and we'll be together forever!" I was so excited that my heart skipped a beat when I heard this was the last challenge of the test. "But for now, just like when you had to live in my boot, you have to become one with my feet for an undetermined amount of time. It's going to be an odd sensation when you find yourself doubled and unable to move of your own accord, but if you just submit and relax it'll be over before you know it! What do you say, are you ready to become part of me?" The way she said that last sentence was so sexy I couldn't help but smile and nod. A few seconds later the room doubled as my perspective changed from one line of vision to two as my soul was sucked into her feet. My face was trapped on her soles and my tongue was stuck out, but I was content. No matter how long this would take, it's the last test so I just need to do my best to hold out. I could taste and smell every inch of myself. When she walked barefoot I could taste the floor, and when she put her socks on I could taste her sweat intensifying within them. She always wore the same socks and never washed them. Weeks had past since she had changed me before she spoke to me. "Hey, I'm really sorry to have to do this, but my feet are really starting to smell. I mean, I guess you already know that, but the point is, I can't handle the smell anymore. So from now on I'm unfortunately going to have to put my boots on to lock in the smell so I can get away from it." My heart sank. The first time she spoke to me in only God knows how long, and it was to give me bad news. I also couldn't help but feel the slightest bit offended. She was complaining about the smell from all the way up there. Actually being her foot was a thousand times worse, and I could also taste everything! I would've thought she'd be considerate enough to tough it out for me like I was for her. As her foot slid into her boot and my world turned to complete darkness, I wondered how I was supposed to find the strength to handle all this. The longer I stewed in her boot, the more I suffered, but the less I cared. I was a foot. That's it. I couldn't have an opinion, I certainly had zero control. I just needed to accept the painful situation for what it was and wait for an end. In the never-ending darkness of her boot time lost all meaning. I had no idea how much time I was spending in there, I just did my best to tune it out, which didn't really do much, but what else did I have? The day her boot finally came off and she peeled her nasty wet sock off of me, I couldn't have been more excited. I really hoped that this was it, the end of the test. "Oh my God!" She said. "I didn't know a foot could smell that bad! I need to get you out of there and get my feet cleaned!" She sat down and raised her feet into the air. I took my last look at the world from two perspectives before quickly snapping back into one body. My own. I looked up at her, confused as to why I was still tiny if the test was over. As thought she had read my mind she started to speak. "I can't believe you actually passed the test! Most people don't even make it past the boot test, and you willingly spent a whole year as my foot, forever festering in my sweaty boot!" I couldn't believe my ears. Had I really tuned out for that long? Had a year really passed, or was she messing with me. "Now you're officially mine to have forever! Now, I have a bit of a confession to make.. While this test really was to allow us to spend the rest of eternity together, it's not as equals. You see, for a witch to have a slave, they have to be willing. By passing the test you proved you are willing to suffer through anything I might throw at you, and trust me, you will relive all those experiences more times than you could even try to keep track of. And now, because I own you, you have no choice but to do everything I say. If you don't do it of your own free accord, than your body will start to do it against your will, because you have no will. Every aspect of you belongs to me. You're pathetic! How could you really think I would want to be with someone who licked my nasty feet clean at that size!? Or sniffed my farts for an insane amount of time. But if it's any consolation, I do love you, just now how you want me to. I love the way it feels when you lick my feet, or when you struggle under my toes, or even just knowing you're suffering under the stench of my feet. You have to idea how many times I've gotten off to your suffering during this test! I love this power I have over you! I earned it though. I mean I spent over a year working on you, slowly building your trust. Filling your dreams. I know your in love with me, that's why I gave you the test. Most men fail miserably, but I just knew you wouldn't. Needless to say, you didn't disappoint. Anyways, it's getting hard to concentrate while being forced to smell my own nasty feet. So why don't you do what you signed up for and start licking them clean." She put her foot out in front of me. I knew I had no choice. Even if I fought back, my body would still follow her commands. So I simply succumbed and started to lick her foot. It was so much worse than the first two times, but what else was I to do. "Bury your face in my toes and really get into that toe jam!" I didn't hesitate. I forced my head in between her toes and started licking. Though it tasted like absolute shit, I knew I had to get used to this, because I was pretty confident this would be the only thing I'd ever eat again! "Yea that's right you fuckin loser, dig that tiny face in there! And hey, at least you got your wish right? You said you wanted to be mine forever, and now you are! We're going to have so much fun! Well, I will, as for you.. Oh well!" She laughed. I continued my work in silence. What was the point. I was a fool. I fell for a pretty face and was now forced to pay the ultimate price. But at the same time, if I had to be stuck in this position, I couldn't think of a hotter chick to be enslaved to, and still consider myself lucky to have her as my owner. I guess she was right.. I am pathetic...
