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The Babysitter CH. 2
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 18:59:22 +0000 UTCFor the rest of the month, Emily stayed true to her word. The entire time I was with her was spent in complete and utter devotion to her feet. She would keep me stuck to her foot with her socks and shoes on for days before finally letting me out, just to have me clean every inch of her feet. Once I finish, it’s right back under her foot and into the same dirty socks that she started with. I had no choice but to spend the entire month with the conditions of her foot gradually worsening.
The last night I was due to stay with her, I found myself full of anxiety. She ended her night with one final foot cleaning session before putting her filthy socks and rotten sneakers on one last time. As she lay in bed sleeping, I was wide awake, plastered to her foot, and anxious for what the next day would bring. I was finally about to be free of this horrible nightmare that I’d been forced to endure for the last month.
In the morning, when her alarm started going off, I was still wide awake and very well aware of what was going on. My anxiety quickly grew into excitement. It couldn’t be much longer now! She got up and began going about her day. For the first time in the last month, I was finally in a good mood. As bad as my position still sucked, I knew that it would be over soon enough now.
My good mood began fading after a while however, as I found myself still trapped in her shoe with no clue as to when I was going to be getting out. At one point, the trampling stopped and I could hear the sound of muffled voices. I could’ve sworn that I heard her talking with my mom, but if that was the case, why was I still trapped in her shoe. Furthermore, I was pretty sure we were outside, due to the increased level of heat present. After a month of this I grew very accustomed to knowing when she was out in the hot sun or inside in the air conditioning.
After quite some time, she was up and moving again. After a while of walking, I heard a door shut behind her. I felt a relief from the pressure of being stood on, letting me know that she had sat down, and moments later, I felt her foot lift up and her shoe begin to come off.
“Sorry if my feet stink,” I heard Emily say. “You told me not to go easy on him and trust me when I say I haven’t been. The first time we talked, I didn’t even tell you all the nasty things he said to me before I fell asleep, and he snuck into my bra.”
“Oh, I don’t mind sweety,” I heard my mom reply as I felt the sock being pulled away from Emily’s foot. “I understand completely. What did he say!?”
“Well, I had a really long day on my feet that day, so I took my shoes off for a few minutes just to give them a break, you know? I only had them out for seriously, like five minutes. As I was going to put my shoes back on, I saw him on the floor. When he saw me looking at him, he began screaming up at me, saying things like ‘Did you walk through sewage on your way here,’ and ‘you need to see a fuckin Dr or something because your feet smell like something only Satan himself could have created!’ And that’s not even all, that’s just what I remember. It was terrible. He really hurt my feelings when he said that, and then went so far as to continue to mock me as I sat there crying. After I woke up the next morning to find him in snuggled up in my breasts, something just kinda snapped, ya know? So, once you gave me permission to punish him as I saw fit, I took that very seriously and decided I would do everything I could to teach him some manners on how to talk to a lady.”
“Well, I must say young lady, I’m proud of you. I know he can get angry and say some nasty things. Honestly, it’s about time someone put him in his place. You know, because of his tiny state, I’ve always just naturally considered him to be this little, delicate, fragile thing. I’ve been too scared to show him any kind of punishments because of his condition, and quite frankly, it’s turned him into a really big asshole. Does it at least seem like he’s learned any kind of lesson?”
“Hold on. Let me peel him off my foot and I’ll show you!”
Emily scratched me off her foot and carried me a few steps away from the couch where she sat on the floor. She stretched her feet out in front of her, crossed them, and set me down in front of them.
“Now lick!” She said, pointing at her feet.
I looked back at my mom, hoping she would step in and put an end to this, but she just sat there looking intrigued and almost excited to see what was about to happen next. Knowing that she had no intentions of putting a stop to this, I wasn’t sure anymore what might happen if I disobeyed, but I will admit, I was a little too scared to test my luck and find out. Hesitantly, I stuck my tongue out, and once again began to slide it up and down Emily’s foot, as I had done so many times before.
“Oh nice!” My mom yelled, clapping as she witnessed my obedience. “It looks like you’ve done such a wonderful job training him! Like I said, I used to be so worried about hurting him, but now that I see what he’s capable of withstanding, I might just have to readjust his role at home. I’m not going to lie, that looks very relaxing. Satisfying too. I might have to give this a try when I get home. Any advice for if he decides not to listen?”
Emily stood up and raised her foot high above me. I knew what was going to be coming and could do nothing but brace myself for the inevitable impact.
“So when he doesn’t listen,” Emily started saying. Then she slammed her foot down on me and started to grind me into the floor. “I just give him one of these.”
She lifted up her foot and showed my mom how I got stuck to the bottom of her foot.
“Once he’s good and stuck in place,” Emily continued, “I take a nice and stinky pair of socks and put them on. Once he’s locked in good, I slide my shoes on to make sure his time out is as unpleasant as possible. If your feet are super stinky, a few hours might be enough to get him to listen, but I personally feel that your better option is to leave him in there for several days. There is a much higher probability for success that way.”
“Yea..” My mom replied. “That makes sense. So basically, if he doesn’t listen, its a week in the shoe! Sounds simple enough!”
Emily’s hand came down and she began to peel me off her foot again. Once she scraped me free she took me in her hand and walked over to my mom, who got up from her seat on the couch.
Emily held her hand out, with me sitting on her palm, waiting for the transfer to my moms possession. At the start of the day, I was super excited for this moment, but after everything that just transpired between my mom and Emily, I was finding myself quite terrified that I may have a whole new life awaiting me when I got home. Mom definitely seemed to like the idea of doing the same thing to me that Emily’s been doing for this past month. Having to be Emily’s foot slave for the past month was the worst experience of my life, and the thought of having to do that kind of stuff for my mom was the most disgusting thought I could imagine. I mean, I don’t want to worship anyone’s feet, but especially not the feet of my mother. It just feels so wrong on so many levels..
Then, without warning, my mom let me go. As I quickly fell towards the floor, I looked down and realized that I was falling directly over my mom's slip-on shoe. She must have kicked it off right before she dropped me. I bounced off the insole with a quiet thud and landed once again on my stomach. I rolled over just in time to see her foot beginning to enter the opening. My natural reaction was to roll back over and attempt to crawl away, but that only led me deeper into the shoe. As her foot came down and settled into place, I found myself trapped under the ball of her foot.
“Oh my,” my mom said, “this is going to be so much fun! Thank you so much for all of this! Life is going to be so much less stressful from now on! And hey, don’t forget, if you ever want to borrow him again, don’t hesitate to ask. It’s the least I can do after everything that you’ve just done for me.”
“Really!?” Emily replied excitedly. “Well then in that case, I’ll definitely hold you to that! Do you think maybe I could borrow him for like one week every month lately? That way I can always be there to make sure he doesn’t think about disobeying you.”
“Oh, why that sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea. Let’s do it. And you know what? How about every time we meet up to pass him off, we treat ourselves to a nice lunch together. That way we can get better acquainted, and maybe you can give me a few extra tips on what I can do to have some more fun with my tiny toy of a son.”
“Sounds great! I look forward to it! Have a wonderful day!”
“I most certainly will! Thank you so much! Take care sweety!”
And with that, we were off. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My mom had always been extra cautious when handling me in the past, but now that Emily showed her just how much my tiny body could handle, she no longer showed any concern for my personal safety. I know at times I’ve been hard to handle, and maybe even a little abrasive, but I don’t think I was ever nasty enough to my mom to warrant this! It certainly didn’t help that Emily told those lies making me sound like I was far meaner to her than I actually had been. I heard the car door shut as she got in. Then, to my surprise, she slid her foot out of her shoe, unfortunately dragging me along with it. She quickly peeled me off her foot and giggled.
“Oh my,” she said, still giggling, “I still can’t get over this! I can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner. Maybe now you’ll learn to respect your poor old mother. I think that after all the time I’ve spent taking care of you your entire life, maybe it is time that you show me some appreciation for it. I kinda like the thought of keeping you at my feet. This way I won’t have to worry about where you are anymore or have to concern myself on whether or not you’re safe. You may not be comfortable, or even happy, but I’ll always know you’re perfectly safe and with me.”
Once she finished speaking, she tossed me back down into her shoe. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Part of me was really hoping she wasn’t serious when she was talking to Emily. I thought maybe she was just playing this all off to make sure that she didn’t have any troubles getting me back from Emily, but it was quickly becoming apparent that that was not the case. I was just grateful knowing that my mom is a pretty loving and caring person, so I couldn’t see her putting me through even half the torment that Emily did. For now, all I could do was go home and hope for the best.
As she started to bring her foot back down towards her shoe, I sat up and put my hands up fearfully, begging her not to do this to me. She paid no attention to my please as her foot drew closer and closer. As her foot entered at the heel of the shoe, I began to scoot back into the toe section in a foolish attempt to get away from them. They quickly followed and pushed back until I was all the way against the toe section of the shoe and her toes now completely blocked any chance I may have had for escape.
As her foot settled in place, her toes pinned me painfully to the toe of the shoe. Apparently, it wasn’t very comfortable for her either, as she began to wiggle her toes, forcing me under them and into a much more comfortable position for her. Now I was being held in place by her toes, but thankfully, they weren’t crushing me. She gave me a couple playful squeezes with her toes, and then I felt the vibrations of the car starting up. Moments later, I felt a massive shift as she raised her foot and put in on the break as she prepared to start driving.
As usual, mom was driving without using the air, so the only coolish air in the car was blowing in the windows and staying in the upper half of the car. The lower half, where I was located, was hot as Hell, and to no surprise, it didn’t take long before sweat started dripping down from my mom's toes and onto my face. Once the sweat started dripping, the smell followed right behind. Although they didn’t smell as bad as Emily’s feet, I wasn’t used to the smell of her feet. They were different from Emily’s and the change of scent made this just as hard to bear in it’s own way.
As her sweat continued to rain down on me, I tried to squirm and find some position that wouldn’t result in getting drowned in her foot sweat, but I was pinned far too tight by her toes to move even an inch. Finally, the car slowed to a stop and mom got out. I waited, listening for the sound of the front door closing behind her. After a minute passed by it became clear to me that she had not gone home.
She walked around for hours, constantly battering me with her toes with every step. Sweat surrounded me. It was dripping down on me from her soaking wet toes, splashing up on me from her insoles that could no longer contain all the sweat held within it. On top of that, every breath I took burned. Between the thick sweat steam and all the sweat that was splashing around me, half of what I was breathing in was pure foot sweat, filling my lungs and burning like acid.
Finally, she once again ended up back in the car. As I lay there under her toes, all I could do was contemplate what might happen next and hope for the best. All I knew for sure was that I wanted out of here as soon as possible. No human should ever have to endure such a situation, especially when it involves their mother. Boom! The slam of the front door. Finally! We were home!
As soon as she walked in the door, mom kicked of her shoes and discarded them to the side. She took a few steps into the house, with me still trapped under her foot, and then sat down. She used the toenail on her big toe to scrape me off my foot, leaving me to fall to the floor once I was free. I got to me feet as she placed hers in front of me.
“So, Emily said you’ve gotten quite good as a little foot cleaner,” she said to me. “Why don’t you show your dear old mother how much you love me and give me a nice long foot cleaning with that cute little tongue of yours.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! This was my own mother, now telling me to worship her feet, just as I had been forced to with Emily. There was no way! I wasn’t having it! I was furious! After having just spent an entire month being forced to use my tongue to clean nasty sweaty feet, all I wanted to do was relax and enjoy the comfort of being in my own home again.
In my anger, I chucked my mom the finger.
“Fuck you!” I screamed at her. “I’m not doing it! You’re my mom! It’s your job to take care of me, not subject me to the horror that is your nasty feet! I’m going to my doll house now!”
I turned around and started to walk away. I could hear her feet shifting around behind me, but I ignored them, determined to get away from my mother. Maybe if I had turned around to see what it was she was doing, I may have been able to prevent what happened next.
I was slammed to the floor, hard. Mom had readjusted and slammed her foot down on my back, pinning me to the floor. This was completely unexpected, as my mom had never before responded in such a way. I tried to pull myself free, but she simple squeezed her toes tightly, holding me even more firmly in place.
“Things are going to be very different around her from now on,” she told me. “In all honesty, you’ve been a pretty big hassle to take care of all these years. It wouldn’t be such a problem if you were a little nicer to me sometimes. You know, like showing me some respect and appreciation for all I’ve done for you over the years. Instead, all you ever do is bitch and complain, and quite frankly, I’ve run out of patience for it.
“Now that I know what you’re capable of withstanding, and knowing that I can’t hurt you at all, I’m going to give you the life you truly deserve. So, any time you think I'm being overly nasty towards you, just remember, you earned this with your disrespectful way. Now, since you don’t want to listen and clean my feet like you were told, I guess you really leave me no other choice than to punish you. So, for that, you’re grounded for the next two weeks!”
She stood up, foot still planted firmly on my lower half, holding me in place. Once she was standing, she lifted her foot off me. I rolled over onto my back just in time to see her massive foot once again flying towards the floor in my direction. I had no time to react before her foot slammed down on me and ground me into the floor. Once she lifted her foot and saw that I was once again stuck, she placed her foot back on the ground and walked back over to her shoes, where she proceeded to slip them back on.
As soon as her foot entered her shoe, I knew what was about to happen. For the next two weeks, this was going to be my home. She had learned from Emily how to effectively break a tiny, and now she was using that advice to enslave me. Her own flesh and blood son! I couldn’t believe how terrible my life had gotten. I thought for sure that once I got away from Emily, my life would go back to normal and everything would be fine. But now however, it was looking more like the situation that went down with Emily had ultimately changed my life for the worse. Now, I was going to have to spend the rest of my life worshipping my mom, as well as Emily. I just hope my mom doesn’t decide to start lending me out to even more people..
