Mindy and Me - Chapter 2

“Don’t forget to smell my foot, Sam.” She said to me. Like if I could do anything else. I looked up the long shaft of my girlfriend’s left ski boot. She came back to the condo for lunch and to give me some fresh air, but had planned to go skiing all afternoon too. With me of course, trapped under her foot inside her ski boot. She looked down and smiled at me, and that beautiful face of hers was hidden suddenly by her socked foot plunging back down into the boot over me.

It was the second time that day that the light was taken away from me in that exact same way. Mindy didn’t tell me that she had in mind to play with my little body with her feet until she would eventually fall asleep and stuff me inside a cotton sock for the night wiggling her toes all over me non-stop so I wouldn’t get any sleep, and then, in the morning, go skiing, with ME inside her ski boot. She said none of that. Psychologically prepared me to none of that. Forgot about my claustrophobia. Entrapped me inside a warm, smelly sweaty and squeezy environment with her foot and no air to breathe. I cannot say how many times I thought I would die, and I would suddenly just pass out, to wake up again crushed and smothered by my girlfriend’s socked foot inside those cavernous plastic shell sealed boots. This non-stop skiing torture was hard, and as much as I was glad to have a break during lunchtime, I was twice as much angry at my girlfriend who was enjoying her day skiing without me… I mean, without me skiing as well. 

Instead, I was constantly crushed. 

She didn’t tell me she had that in mind, but I could tell she was having hell of a blast because all she could really tell me when she gave me a break during lunch time, is not to forget about smelling her foot. How would that even be possible to actually forget? I don’t know. The smell was omnipotent, everywhere and strong, and forced up onto me via the sweat beads and humidity and constant pressure. I felt the cushiony insole of the boot get soaked by it, and Mindy, innocent and probably fucking aroused by what she was making me endure, was candidly asking me to “not forget” to smell her foot. When I agreed her to shrink me, none of that was in the deal. 

But yet again, heh, when you measure a mere half and inch tall, what can you really say or do to prevent your giantess girlfriend from doing what she wants? There, along with the rest, came the feelings of completely helplessness, insignificance, powerlessness and nothing I could say would stop her. She was completely obsessed with having me under her foot like that, at the brink of insanity, while she casually skied down along the marvelous slopes of the mountain. Now there is a difference between being a normal sized foot fetishist and being crushed almost to death inside a sealed ski boot. I could feel her excitement. She was probably living a fantasy she had planned a long time ago, without telling me. Her ever-growing need to force her feet on me finally reached another level in which she was in total ultimate control over me, and could therefore unleash any kind of power to force me into total submission, with or without my consent. 

I felt very, very small. Literally and figuratively. I smelled her foot. Her immense, crushing, sweaty socked foot. I did enjoy its odor, magnificently penetrating my every pores and bones, and deep down my lungs. But the means by which she ended up forcing it on me made me absolutely mad and angry. I thought about the careful words I would have to use when she would grow me back to normal size to actually make her understand the gravity of her actions, without making her feel too bad about having so much fun and also because I loved her above my own self and felt half good about the fact she was as happy as happy can be. How can one be upset about such a thing? Oh right, by being denied consent. Right… I was totally legitimate in my anger and would probably have to use some harder words to tell her that this whole thing was totally unacceptable. The only question that remained in my mind was, how to convince her to grow me back to normal size now that she was not interested in listening to me anymore. All she was interested in, was me to smell her foot. 

I ended up under her sole, under her toes, under her heel, under the ball of her foot, crushed at the tip of the boot, everywhere. Both because I was tossed around and because I was trying different spots, crawling my way there. I knew my girlfriend loved to feel me moving all around inside her boot, and I knew she enjoyed what I was doing. It was worship, in some ways. My favorite spot was under her toes, laying sideways under her second and third toe, where the sock would be wrinkly and moist, the smell was heavenly powerful and warm, and I could feel her occasional wiggles and crunch, they felt like humid soggy hugs, they happened mostly when she was in the chairlift. I could barely hear anything but the sounds inside her boot, the brushing of cotton, the creaking of plastic and the constant vibrations and sounds of she skis on the snow, The heavy clunks when she clip or unclip her boots from the ski’s fixation. I felt a bit forgotten throughout the afternoon. A bit left out, while she was having fun, I was….well, having my own special fun, but… I would have like to spend some normal size time with her too. 

I think what I hated the most was the motion sickness I would get when she would clumsily walk with those rigid flat hard boots. The added pressure from the buckles was also something to consider, most of the time, I couldn’t even move my arms, and when I could, I would use them to crawl or grab her sock to pull myself from point a to b. Her immense foot muscles would sometimes stress to stabilize her whole weight. But overall, I ended up enjoying myself for unknown reasons. All that anger finally went away and let place to some zen feeling again. It didn’t matter to me anymore that I had been forced into this. I was trying unconsciously to get the most out of it. But I missed my girlfriend. I wanted to hug her, kiss her neck, smell the fragrance of her blonde soft hair.