The Streamer - NEW! - Short story part 1 of 2

Hi, I am a normal girl who actually loves videogames. I am a shy but open-minded person and my name is Annie. I am the kind of girl who actually prefers to watch than being watched. I don’t have many friends. More often than not, when I am back from work, I play video games and watch streamers until I go to bed. I am writing this story because I think it’s important to me to document what has happened in my life regarding Valerie, a popular streamer who actually became my true friend not long ago.

I got to know Valerie because she is a streamer. Beautiful, 18 years old, she is a gothic kawaii gamer girl who loves to play games and have followers and subscribers like me who would watch her streaming her content and showing off. She has a good attitude, lots of creativity, and she is definitely my favorite streamer. I follow her on instagram and on facebook, as well as twitch and youtube where she adds new content weekly. That girl is extremely popular, having thousands of followers and subscribers. Valerie has pink hair. She loves to dress like a Japanese anime girl for her streams. She’s got all sorts of outfits. Her huge green eyes help her with her anime look. Sometimes she goes dark gothic style, sometimes she goes pink candy kawaii girl style. Most of the time, I watch her stream to look at her, more than to look at whatever video game she’s streaming. She’s my « celebrity crush ». She didn’t actually know me or care about me until recently, I was just one person and I rarely commented or interacted with her more than the occasional like or meme. But I decided otherwise not too long ago.

Valerie has something no other streamer has.

She has a footslave. Yup. A real life 24/7 footslave guy. We very rarely see him on her streams cause she shrunk him to an inch tall and keeps him inside her shoes or socks all the time. I think that’s what actually turned me on about Valerie. The fact that when I watch her stream, I -know- a tiny guy is actually forced to smell her feet while she doesn’t give him any care in the world. Sometimes she shows him on the feed, bringing up her nyloned feet and showing him to the camera, trapped inside, under her toes. She giggles and then goes back to gaming and talking about anime and stuff. Sometimes, people comment and ask her to show us the slave, and she smiles and brings her foot up on her desk and wiggles her toes to the camera. It’s all live. We can see the tiny guy in her socks or nylons. It’s arousing as hell for me, for reasons I have yet to discover fully.

She doesn’t talk about him much. She is dedicated to gaming and streaming stuff, but occasionally, like I said, she shows the guy to us. Every time, I feel something inside. I feel that poor guy is probably the luckiest guy ever. Then, she puts her shoes back on, away under her desk and out of view from the camera, and we all know the guy is stuck in there while she’s streaming. She says that he’s always in her socks or shoes, no matter what she’s doing. She keeps him trapped in her shoes when she takes a shower, and that’s about the only time the guy isn’t with her physically. Sometimes, when she’s asked to show him to the viewers, she just plops her feet up on the desk, still wearing her shoes or boots, and says that she doesn’t feel like removing them and that we have to be imaginative and picture the guy trapped under her foot. We just see the soles of her footwear. Then she resumes her streaming normally.

I absolutely love that. Every time it gives me shivers down my whole body.

And some day, last month, I decided to try and contact her and talk to her. But I knew I was just a follower in a pool of thousands, why would she actually give me any attention more than other people? When you stream like that to a great number of followers, you can’t read and talk to every single one of them. I figured she wouldn’t care much about me. And that’s actually what happened. She didn’t answer to my messages, she didn’t really care, she was busy after all.

But then one day, something incredible happened. I saw her for real at the shopping center. It was her. That meant we lived in the same city and that she was actually a real Kawaii goth girl cause she was wearing huge platform boots, some fishnets, a school girl skirt and lots of jewelry and a top that looked like she got out of an anime. It was her, the real her with her pink hair, and I took my courage with both hands and approached her while she was shopping for new headphones.

“Hi, My name is Annie, I am a big fan of yours!” I said to her, trying to make a good contact.

“Hi there Annie! Nice to meet you! Thanks for being one of my followers!” she said, with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my entire life. She was right there next to me, actually talking to me. Took me a moment to actually gather myself up. She looked half happy half annoyed by my presence and the fact that I actually recognized her in a public place.

“Hmm, I have a question, if you may. Is the tiny guy in your boot? Like... right now?” I asked politely. She smiled and giggled.

“Yup!” She then rolled her eyes. “Everyone always ask about him. He’s currently in my left boot.” She extended her leg and rotated her left ankle teasingly. “He’s kissing my soles.” She then giggled again, and resumed looking at headsets.

“Wow, that must be great!” I said out of nowhere, looking down at her huge black platform boots.

“Yeah, I feel like a princess!” she said back.

“No I mean, it must be great for him.” Then I realized what I just said and felt absolutely shy about it.

“Oh... hmm, yeah he’s a foot fetish. He belongs to me now, I own him. He signed all the papers and stuff, so it’s all legit you know. Hmm, but…” She looked at me questioningly. “Yeah...well, there is room in my right boot for you if you want!” she laughed and rolled her eyes. I thought she was joking so I laughed as well. I didn’t know what to answer, she was really open minded about this and straight forwardly talking about that stuff like if it was the most natural thing in the world. “What’s your name again?” she asked.

“Annie… hmm, yeah, I’m a big fan.” I said. I was so shy, so broken at that moment, I didn’t know what to do or think.

“Come here Annie!” she said, inviting me to get closer. She got her cellphone out and prepared for a selfie. I got next to her and she extended her arm for a selfie and she grabbed me by the waist and brought me close to her. “Smile!” she said. I smiled and looked at the cellphone, she was taking a selfie with me. It was completely surrealistic, and I am sure she could feel that I was actually being nervous and that I was trembling of excitement to meet her in real. She loved it I am sure. She smelled like strawberry cupcake. I looked at the selfie and I couldn’t help but think about how plain and dorky I looked next to this pink haired beautiful kawaii girl. “Now if you don’t mind I’m here to find nice headphones, I think these are nice.” She said picking up a pair of heap-hones that had cat ears on them.

“Sure sure, they look like they would fit with you. Hmm, thanks for your time Valerie, I really appreciate it big time, I mean, I am a huge fan.” I said.

“Yeah, no biggie Annie, was nice to meet you! Keep following me online! Bye bye!” she said to me, then she skipped away with her headphones to the counter and waved at me with a beautiful smile. I couldn’t believe my luck. She had a selfie with me and teased me about being in her boots, it was surrealistic and fun, it clearly made my day.

When I arrived back home I immediately logged in and went to look at her different accounts and she had posted the selfie with me and it said: “😊😊Met a fan today at Best Buy! Do you think I should shrink her? 😊😊 Luv you Annie, nice meeting you!” and there the picture was with me on it and I was completely in awe at the fact that she actually posted it on Instagram. My heart was still beating very fast from this encounter and of course it was a great moment to actually meet my celebrity crush like that. My little normal girl heart was smiling. Then I looked at the comments below the picture. There were already hundreds of them and some of them, most of them I mean, said: “Yeah shrink her!” or something similar. If instagram was a democracy, clearly people were voting for me to be shrunk, and it made me really feel twisted and aroused inside. What a great day in my life that was.

I liked the picture and commented myself. “Thanks for being awesome!”

A few days later, while I was watching Valerie stream play a videogame that I was less interested about than just looking at her, I thought seriously about her offer. Being a footslave? Wow, didn’t even cross my mind that it could actually happen, but all of a sudden it felt like if I really wanted it to happen, it actually could. Feet? Really? I mean, eww! But yet again, her feet looked perfect, and I was always aroused to look at that guy when she would take a few minutes to show him. He was so pathetic, so humiliated when she did that. The guy would be shown to all her fans and followers and she would talk about him with very harsh words. Then, some follower asked to see the footslave. Valerie paused the game and smiled at the camera and actually brought her foot up on the desk like she usually does and she was wearing cotton socks with cats on them.

“You can’t see him, but he’s there under my foot!” she said to the camera, showing her foot. Then she popped her other foot next to it, showing her both feet to the camera. “I know some of you would really want to be in my other sock. I am seriously considering taking a second footslave, who’s gonna be the lucky person?” She rotated her ankles and wiggled her socked toes. Then she brought her feet back down on the floor away from the view. “Maybe you, Annie! I know you’re watching!” she pointed her finger to the camera. She was actually talking about me, talking TO me in a live broadcast, during her stream. My heart started beating hard. Goodness, she remembered me! I was feeling so privileged. The feeling was indescribable. Valerie winked at the camera, played with her pink hair and resumed gaming and talking about the game. I was astonished, surprised and happy. It was a very fun moment, I really loved it.

Valerie. Wow. What a goddess. I felt like a normal girl with nothing interesting to talk about when compared to her. I mean even her feet were attractive to me. That was weird enough and maybe that was a reason why I felt so compelled. Maybe I had the inner need to be humiliated by a goddess like her. I pondered heavily about this before I could actually make up my own damn mind. She clearly said it in front of all her fans first with that Instagram post and second with that moment during live stream. I felt like she actually -wanted- to shrink me, and one day I made up my mind and decided to be direct about it to her. I wrote a private message to her saying that I would want to try being her shrunken footslave for a day or two.

Well imagine that, she actually answered. But she didn’t answer to me directly, she decided to do it publicly, exposing my private message and quoting parts of it on a facebook post. “Annie wants to be my footslave for a few days, maybe her dream can be true!” and she posted the picture selfie she took at the store with me. “Should I shrink her?” The post was followed by an avalanche of comments saying “do it!” or something similar. Some foot fetishists were very jealous of this saying “pick me instead” but I think Valerie wanted me, the actual me, Annie, to be there under her right foot. She would then have two footslaves one under each of her feet, and I think this stunt was attracting more followers to her accounts and that she was actually using this to be even more popular. I finally got a private message from her saying, very bluntly. “If you’re serious, tell me, we can make it happen.”

Wow….

Can you believe it? It happened a few weeks ago. I was so nervous and excited about this I couldn’t hold my excitement. What’s a few days in my life after all? I am not claustrophobic, I could be shrunk and worn under this goddess’s foot while inside her shoe or boot. I remembered her strawberry cupcake odor and really got aroused by this suddenly possible stunt. I answered: “Let’s do it.” I was so nervous. I couldn’t stop looking at my screen while waiting for her to answer. She sent me a document, some kind of disclaimer to sign. I just signed it, not really reading it completely, it was a few pages long. And I sent it back to her to formalize my agreement. This was going to be awesome. I knew it would be awesome.

And it all happened last week.