Under Daisy - Part 2

She was drunk. She drank with the last customers before closing time. She drove home zig zagging on the deserted road, longing the highway down to the suburbs and further down next to the trailer park. She parked her rust bucket and tripped while getting out of the car. He ankle twisted, she got mad. This was typical.

Once inside she cracked open a beer and sat on the couch, plopping her feet on the coffee table in her small living room. She turned on the tv and lit a cigarette. She watched, mindlessly and exhausted from her shift, a stupid show showing stupid people doing stupid things. And she laughed. It was enough for her to disconnect. She inhaled her cigarette smoke with delight, closing her eyes, scrunching her toes on me. She played with me.

I could hear her chuckle. She muted the TV.

“Hey worm.” She said, loud enough for me to hear. “Wanna get out?” she added. She smoked again, I knew her every move, she was so predictable. After months of the same routine, I had learned to know Daisy enough. She wiggled her moist nyloned toes around me. “You seem cozy in there, that’s why am asking.” She added. She was drunk and felt like taunting me. She wanted to humiliate me and bring me down to submission. She sat more straight and got her legs crossed. I heard and felt the zipper of the boot come down until it was at the very bottom. Then the massive foot pulled out of the boot easily due to the nylon mesh covering it. I was pulled under her toes until they left the boot itself and I rolled down on the coffee table, Daisy dumping me on it after her long shift at work. She removed both boots and dumped them away on the floor. She dragged in on her cigarette and blew the smoke on me. It stung deliciously. Sitting straight, she bent over and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees and getting closer.

“You’ll lick the soles of my boots while I sleep.” She said. “Say it.”

“I will lick the soles of your boots while you sleep.” I answered back mechanically.

“Good.” She smiled and sipped on her beer, put the bottle back on the coffee table next to it. She looked exhausted and she was beautiful. She was a beautiful tired mess and I admired her strength to work all these hours wearing heels like these only to look sexier, and get more tip from drunken misogynistic dicks. Regulars mostly. Some of them became friends after all these years. “So…” she continued. “Did you smell my foot in there today?”

“Yes I did.” I answered. I stood up, trying to stay straight and not tip over. Daisy smoked slowly.

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“Yes, I did, Mistress.” She smiled and scoffed, giggled and smoked some more.

“Stinky enough for you?” she asked. I nodded and answered politely again. She topped her cigarette in the ashtray. “You disgust me.” She said. She crushed her cigarette into the ash tray and stood up. She walked away to her bedroom. She changed. She came back wearing joggings and a sweater, barefooted. She grabbed a bite and walked back to the living room with her ugg boots in hand. She sat in the sofa again and simply grabbed my tiny little body between her fingernails. I fell down the long wool walls and landed at the bottom of one of the boot with a light thud. I looked up and she looked down. We exchanged a few seconds for looking at each other. I knew what she was about to do. She would wear me in these boots until she would fall asleep on the couch, maybe wake up around noon only to go back to sleep some more in her bed. Her wrinkled sole and pointed toes took place above the boot’s opening, and came down on me slowly, brushing against the wool walls and plunging me into darkness again, trapped under the arch of her bare foot.

I am a good companion, well I am honest here I think I am. I am worth something. I am obedient. I do what Daisy tells me to do like I obeyed my previous owner too. On the shrinkee market, obedient ones are worth a fortune. Daisy bought me for quite a sum. She actually bought me to fulfill her need for domination, her lust for humiliation, and because despite being a beautiful girl, she had nobody in her life, so why not buy a companion? One to torture and crush. One day she will sell me on ebay. That’s a fact. I just have no idea when it will happen but I am convinced it will happen nonetheless. Until this time, if I prove her that I can be obedient, I’ll be worth more. Of course none of this money comes back to me, in fact I have little to gain from this, except maybe honor, and a sense of worthiness that I do not have the luxury of in the first place. Makes me believe I have a purpose of some sort.

I smell Daisy’s overfragrant foot. It is soft and soothing. I eventually fall asleep.