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My life became a constant cycle of my Godd-G-Girlfriend lifting me in the air and then stamping me back down into the hard ground below. Strangely, each time I was slammed I did not feel any pain... only a weird onimous feeling of pleasure. My monologue was interupted by each step as it rocked my brain. I couldn’t concentrate or even keep track of where she was taking me. I could only just “be” I guess. I was existing and forced along for the ride.

While this was ongoing she continued to sweat profusely into me, causing each step to force down what felt like a gallon of foot sweat down my throat. I started to envy the other sandal as I knew every time she was lifting me up that bastard was on the floor receiving the pleasure that I deserved... I wanted to be stepped on and to serve my Goddess like the perfect sandal I am. I wanted her to stop and just to stand so I could be close to her warmth and keep her feet sweat free.

I felt the texture of the floor on my back change to be more cold and wood, like a laminate floor. We must have entered some sort of building and then I felt her finally stop and settle her divine foot into me. Those few first seconds were absolute bliss. The reward of knowing I had kept her feet safe from the dangerous ground to her destination felt like my true inner purpose.

My thought pattern was interupted as I felt the weight lighten and then her foot slipped out of my body. I felt terribly empty instantly and wished for her to come back but it was in vain. I watched her divine foot stand on the floor next to me and I could see my rival sister sandal. Oh how I wanted to curse it out for stealing my spotlight half of the time.

I looked up to see my Goddess talking to another woman, they were exchanging something between them and the other woman looked down at me with ambitious eyes.

“You said it self-cleans and doesn’t wear out? How the hell does that work out?” The mysterious woman said, ominously still staring what felt like directly into my eyes.

“Well, hes a Human Sandal, he still has a personality and thoughts. When you’re touching him you can hear his thoughts and he still has a tongue, so he cleans the sandal and you with it. It’s really pleasurable.” My Goddess laughed, receiving something from the woman and pocketing it.

“Sounds great, thank you so much! I’ll be sure to let my friends know about your ”services”. The woman’s emphasis on the last word really made me shudder. My Goddess was giving me away! She was selling me! No! I didn’t want to serve this new woman! Please, Please! I begged staring at my Goddess, but she couldn’t hear me and just started putting on another pair of the exact same sandals from her bag.

I realised in that moment that I did not have a choice over my owner, I was just a sandal and had to learn to live with it. That did not stop me being jealous as I cursed out the sandals that now adorned my former-Goddess’ feet. I so wanted to be them instead of these.

I looked up to see the stocking-clad foot of my new owner above me. Her toes were outlined in them and I was really dreading the moment I would taste them. Would she taste the same as Goddess? Would she be more cruel? Only time would tell.

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My life became a constant cycle of my Godd-G-Girlfriend lifting me in the air and then stamping me back down into the hard ground below. Strangely, each time I was slammed I did not feel any pain... only a weird onimous feeling of pleasure. My monologue was interupted by each step as it rocked my brain. I couldn’t concentrate or even keep track of where she was taking me. I could only just “be” I guess. I was existing and forced along for the ride.

While this was ongoing she continued to sweat profusely into me, causing each step to force down what felt like a gallon of foot sweat down my throat. I started to envy the other sandal as I knew every time she was lifting me up that bastard was on the floor receiving the pleasure that I deserved... I wanted to be stepped on and to serve my Goddess like the perfect sandal I am. I wanted her to stop and just to stand so I could be close to her warmth and keep her feet sweat free.

I felt the texture of the floor on my back change to be more cold and wood, like a laminate floor. We must have entered some sort of building and then I felt her finally stop and settle her divine foot into me. Those few first seconds were absolute bliss. The reward of knowing I had kept her feet safe from the dangerous ground to her destination felt like my true inner purpose.

My thought pattern was interupted as I felt the weight lighten and then her foot slipped out of my body. I felt terribly empty instantly and wished for her to come back but it was in vain. I watched her divine foot stand on the floor next to me and I could see my rival sister sandal. Oh how I wanted to curse it out for stealing my spotlight half of the time.

I looked up to see my Goddess talking to another woman, they were exchanging something between them and the other woman looked down at me with ambitious eyes.

“You said it self-cleans and doesn’t wear out? How the hell does that work out?” The mysterious woman said, ominously still staring what felt like directly into my eyes.

“Well, hes a Human Sandal, he still has a personality and thoughts. When you’re touching him you can hear his thoughts and he still has a tongue, so he cleans the sandal and you with it. It’s really pleasurable.” My Goddess laughed, receiving something from the woman and pocketing it.

“Sounds great, thank you so much! I’ll be sure to let my friends know about your ”services”. The woman’s emphasis on the last word really made me shudder. My Goddess was giving me away! She was selling me! No! I didn’t want to serve this new woman! Please, Please! I begged staring at my Goddess, but she couldn’t hear me and just started putting on another pair of the exact same sandals from her bag.

I realised in that moment that I did not have a choice over my owner, I was just a sandal and had to learn to live with it. That did not stop me being jealous as I cursed out the sandals that now adorned my former-Goddess’ feet. I so wanted to be them instead of these.

I looked up to see the stocking-clad foot of my new owner above me. Her toes were outlined in them and I was really dreading the moment I would taste them. Would she taste the same as Goddess? Would she be more cruel? Only time would tell.