Zak-2 (small update)

I finished hacking all my owner Kyla’s shoes. It took me a few days. While I was working, the constant superior bossy look of Kyla gazed on me. She never took off her red boots a single time. She slept with them, she walked with them, everything. I would have liked to wonder why, but I was too focused on my work. When I was done with the last pair, Kyla was in bed, legs crossed, reading. 

“Done.” I said. 

“Alright, come here, remove my boots and smell my feet.” She bluntly said. 

“Very well.” Gravity was on, I walked to her bed and sat on it. I unbuckled her boots and removed them, revealing her white Earth made cotton socks. I lowered my face to her feet and took a whiff. They smelled very strange. It was the first time I smelled something like that. They smelled like Kyla’s body odor, but stronger, with hints of leather, plastic, rubber, humidity, pvc and pop corn. Yup, pop corn. 

“You like it?” 

“Yes, Kyla, they smell very good, it is very strange for me to smell your feet.”

“Why strange?” she asked. 

“I do not know, it makes me feel good.” I said. 

Kyla was fascinated. She grabbed me by the neck and forced me down on the floor next to her bed and planted her both feet on my face while sitting on the bed. She rubbed her socked feet all over my nose area and kept ordering me to breathe harder. 

“You like that?” she asked. I just answered with moans and nods. They really smelled different from anything I ever smelled in my life and it was very …exciting to see that this very specific odor came from someone as beautiful as Kyla. 

“You should be smelling them all the time. It will remind you what being a human is.”

“I cannot smell your feet all the time, Kyla.”

“Why not?” she asked. 

“When you wear your boots, for instance.”

“I’ll reduce you, and you will be inside my boots with my foot all the time.”

“I don’t like being reduced, you know that Kyla.”

“Who gives a shit, Zak… You’re my toy. I do what I want with you.”

“I know. It scares me.” I say. 

“You can’t be scared tin can. Plus, I’ll get you out of them once in a while. Come on, let’s go down to the reducer.” She said. She jumped on my face full weight and stomped my body before sitting back on her bed to put on her boots. “You’ll be my little footslave.” She said, giving me a wicked smile. How could I argue, what could I say, there was nothing I could possibly do to change Kyla’s mind, ever. A foot slave. Me. I could be a space engineer or a maintenance bot maybe, but a foot slave, what a predicament. 

We walked and used the main elevator. Ship personnel we met all saluted her, she was the CEO’s daughter after all and had the recognition. Me, on the other hand, I got the weird looks, the disgusted snob faces I usually get. People don’t like cyborg’s that much. When we arrived at the cargo reducer bay, the technician there on duty was Francis, a good man honestly. He laughed when he saw me. 

“She gonna crush you again?” he asked me, the machine humming. 

“Yes.”

“Inside my boots this time!” said Kyla. The man chuckled. I just didn’t care at this point, I walked to the middle of the large platform where cargo use to be reduced. It’s a very large area with laser or something, I don’t know how it works, but it does. 

“Inside? Wow…you’re a twisted girl, you know that.” Francis added. It only made Kyla giggle. 

“Come on, hit him.” She said. They didn’t care to ask me if I was ready. I’m never truly ready when I am being reduced. I felt zapped and seconds later, I was as big as an ant. The headache, wow, it really did a number. I didn’t have time to really think about it, two giant skyscraper red boots came crashing next to me. I felt the vibrations on the metal floor, Looking up, My eyes met Kyla’s gaze, that dominant look she has when she’s about to do some mischief. She lifted one of her booted foot and I saw the huge rubber platform sole come down on me and pinning me to the ground. She twisted her foot on me like if I was a cigarette. Then she stomped me. It never gets old for her, the giggles can testify. Me, I’m used to it, what I am not used to, is what came next. She unbuckled her left red boot and slipped her socked foot out. She then kicked the boot on it’s side next to me. 

“Get inside.” She said. There was no room for argument. Francis looked like he had pity for me. 

“Hey, boy.” He said from a bit far back. “Don’t worry boots all have odor suppressors. You’ll just be a bit cramped in there.” He added. Kyla looked down at me like if I was a piece of rubbish and laughed. I walked inside the boot, trying to get the few last words they exchanged. 

“Not this time Francis, he hacked the boots.” She said. 

“Goodness…” the man said. I walked my way down the long boot shaft when I sudden felt pushed forward and falling down. Kyla ha put her boot back straight up and I fell down tumbling the long insole until I came to a rest, in the toe section. I could definitely smell the humid popcorn smell. What a strange odor. “Good luck, boy. Keep her majesty happy.” He said, finally. It became dark, then exterior sounds were cut off from me, hot humid air started to be pressurized. Then I was rammed by Kyla’s socked toes, the passed and settle over me until her heel settled in the boot and I hear the buckles being buckled up again. It was definitely cramped, I had no room to move and realized I could only “be there” and suffer whatever pressure and smells Kyla would force upon me. I heard muffled voices, some laughs, and then the pressure became so high, like if skyscraper Kyla was crush…..in fact, she was. Restlessly, passionately, devilishly, she walked on me like if I wasn’t even there. 

Hours of foot torture began, with me stuck with no option but to smell her hot, rather sexy foot. Maybe I should not have hacked the boots. But I cannot disobey, she owns me. I am a plaything. A simple, ridiculously pathetic tin can, reduced to a mere inch tall for…..her majesty’s….pleasure. 

Smelling Kyla’s feet. That’s something completely special. Being forced to smell them, is something else. The smell was great, but the feeling of being just a mere object, a possession, a plaything, really got stronger and started to boil my circuits. Something was wrong in how the CEO’s daughter was treating me, and as soon as I would be out of her boot, I decided that I would make changes in my relationship with her. Being in her boot like that gave me frustration, part of my human emotions given back to me by this humiliation, I wanted not revenge, but maybe respect. I wanted to be treated as an equal, not just a slave, and especially not a footslave, like she said. 

But little did I know that Kyla had in mind to keep me reduced for the whole trip.