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The Fairy: A Revamp Story
🕑 Added 2024-04-17 11:00:05 +0000 UTCWe had met online. She went by the username SweetFairy. We had so much in common and she seemed like the perfect girl for me. When she finally agreed to meet, I couldn’t be more excited. I was practically crawling out of my skin when the day finally arrived. When she answered the door I found myself staring at the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on. She gave me a gorgeous smile and brushed her hair back behind her ear. That’s when I notice she had some type of prosthetic or something on her ears making her look like an actually fairy, which I found to be quite interesting. Clearly she took the whole fairy thing quite seriously, which is honestly kinda hot..
She invited me inside. As soon as the screen door slammed shut behind me she spun back around and pointed at me. Next thing I knew, I felt an invisible force pushing down on me. I could feel my body collapsing in on itself. I could do nothing but watch as I sunk down into the floor. By the time the whole situation had come to a halt, I found myself a mere six inches tall. looking up at SweetFairy changed my perspective on her. Now she was far more terrifying than beautiful. I wasn’t sure how she had managed to do this, or what she planned on doing with me, but I was absolutely sure that I was scared shitless.
“I’m Flora,” she said, “Queen of the Faery’s. You are now completely under my spell. You belong to me!”
I looked up at her towering above me, smiling down sinisterly as she raised her foot up high above me. I knew what was coming and tried to run, but as hard as I tried, I seemed to be held in place by some unseen force, forbidding me to move. I couldn’t even scream. I mentally braced myself for her foot to come slamming down on me, instead I could only watch in fear, helplessly and unable to move an inch as her foot slowly descended upon me. She used her big toe to knock me onto my stomach. Then, she placed the ball of her foot on my legs and began to put pressure down. Slowly, she rolled the ball of her foot across the entirety of my body.
As the flesh of her foot covered me completely, I waited for my body to pop. However, despite her having all her weight pressing down on me, I seemed to remain unscathed. She lifted her other foot, forcing all her weight down on me, and by the time she had lifted her foot, I found myself stuck fast to the ball of her foot.
“I just love playing with you pathetic little mortals,” she said. “Your kind is the reason my kind has to remain in hiding, so it’s always such a wonderful feeling when I can find one of you pathetic enough to go missing without anyone knowing, or at least caring. But don’t worry, it’s harder to come by you losers than you would think, so I’ve made a habit of making my toys last a very long time. I was able to use my magic to sustain my last victim for thousands of years. So don’t worry, I have no intent on killing you, just using you for my own sick and twisted amusement.
“Right now I’ve currently stolen your free will, but once you learn your place and can be an obedient little toy, I’ll give it back to you. Worship feels so much nicer when the subject has a choice. But first, you need to get used to my feet and learn your knew role in this world. You have very little to worry about anymore. I’ll make your life so much simply. All you have to do is devote yourself to me completely. Worship me. I am your goddess and the only responsibility you have left in this world is ensuring that I’m happy.
“The first thing you need to learn is that time is of no consequence to me. That’s why I’m going to leave you right were you are for a while. You need to learn to appreciate my feet at their worst. For the next several weeks you’ll be trapped exactly as you are, forced to smell my hot stinky feet, that with just a little magic, only you will notice. So don’t go getting your hopes up for a shower, or any form of a break for that matter. Soon, the smell of my feet will completely consume you. Living in the dark confines of my sock and shoe, the smell and taste of my feet will be all you know.
“After weeks of enduring that, you’ll start to understand better what I mean by time has no consequence. Time is a man made construct that you need to learn to free your mind from in order to serve me appropriately. Once I’m convinced that your puny mind has begun to better understand reality for what it really is, we’ll move on to step two. This will be the last time I acknowledge you until then.“
She stood up and made her way to her bedroom to get a pair of socks. After she put those on, she slid her feet into her sneakers, sealing my fate. It didn’t take long after she put on her socks and shoes that her feet began to perspire. The smell quickly intensified, and the hot salty sweat burned my flesh. For the first several days I drove myself mad praying for an end to the torture. The intense conditions in her shoe worsened with every passing hour. At no point, whether waking or sleeping, did she remove even her shoes. She was clearly very serious when she had said about not giving me any form of breaks.
About a week in, all hope began to fade. I was in an ever worsening hell, and as time progressed it became more and more obvious that there was going to be no being saved from this situation. By the end of the second week I had fully accepted my fate for what it was. I still hadn’t grown used to the conditions she forced me to live under, but I grew to accept it as my life now.
The the end of the third week I had completely forgotten about the thought of ever getting out of this situation. My life simply was what it was. I was here merely to exist in suffering. All time ceased to exist at this point. Nothing mattered. As far as my brain was concerned, nothing else existed beyond the shoe. This place I existed had become my whole world. Memories and images of my past life left my mind more and more with every passing day.
By the time she had finally removed her sock and shoe, I had lost all concept of time. I had no clue how much time had passed. Not that it mattered much. Even though she removed her sock and shoe, she still left me in place. The world became a much more frightening place. Now, every step she took, I could see the floor under me with every step she took. All the dirt and filth that was to small for her to pay mind to, was very obvious from my point of view, as I kept getting slammed into it.
When she made her way outside was when I began to get a grasp of just how long I was trapped in her shoe for. I had come to visit during the beginning of fall, and based on how hot it was outside, it has to be some point into the summer now. Then finally, for the first time since she crushed me to her foot, she reached down and peeled me free. She then wedged my body between her toes.
“Now lick.” She said.
I noticed that she had once again returned my free will. Not wanting to lose it again, and especially not wanting to spend several more months back in the position I was just in, I decided to go in face first and buried my head in her toes. The taste of months worth of accumulated sweat mixed with the dirt she had accumulated in the short time she spent walking barefoot was absolutely atrocious, but I knew I had no choice. If i dared try to make that choice, I knew she would most likely rob me of my free will yet again and then proceed to punish me, and that was the absolute last thing I wanted.
It was a shitty task, being forced to lick her feet on a daily basis. But every day I did it with no complaint. As time drug on I found myself getting more and more used to my new life. Even the nasty taste of her feet that once made me wish I could puke, began to lose its punch. Being the only thing that I ever touched with my tongue, the taste of her foot began to taste less and less like funk, and more and more like dinner.
As time drew on even further I began to better understand the concept of time being irrelevant. Every single day was a never ending blur of the same thing. Being trampled under foot all day, followed by a night of worship and cleaning. A routine that eventually became so normal that even I stopped seeing myself as a human. I was nothing more than a pet, or maybe even more accurately, a toy. To be used and played with for her own amusement. Day in and day out, for, according to her, the next several thousand years…
