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Throughout the night I could swear I felt myself moving, transforming into something else and I just could not think straight. The part of me that wanted to struggle had gone and I felt relaxed and warm, my entire body felt like it was melting and it was the weirdest and yet most pleasant feeling of my life.

The next thing I knew it was the morning and everything looked a lot different to what I had last seen, I was high up on some sort of desk looking tilted towards the ceiling and window and could see outside of what seemed to be some low black walls blocking my view. I tried to move my body but to absolutely no avail, I felt numb and scared and tried to scream as well, nothing came out either.

By this point I was in full panic mode and this was when I looked down and saw what I was. I was a black stilleto heel, my mouth was stretched along to form the insole of the shoe and my mouth had all but disappeared, leaving my tongue clearly exposed but flat and looking like its been manipulated to be comfortable. All of this was surrounded by those black walls that was the heel around me, if my view wasnt from the top of the heel, where the ball of the foot would rest, I wouldnt be able to see anything. I had been relegated to being stationary and it felt absolutely awful.

Thats when I saw her, Gina was sat in the corner of the room on her phone. She was dressed as if she was going to some sort of fancy dance or ballroom, looking smug as anything and not even looking towards me at all. I wanted to ask her for help, tell her that I’d had enough and that this was too much. I’d get a job or something, anything but this. I’d never pester her about feet ever again, seriously. Anything.

It was all in vain though, she stood up and took the other stilletto in her hand and took it off the table. Just then the thought occured to me, what if there is another man in that stilletto and Gina tricked someone else as well? Maybe this was all one big game and I’d been played. She sat down with the stilletto and looked down into the sole, feeling it and caressing it and she started taunting it as if it was me. I watched in Horror as she tortured the heel that was in my place, pressing her toes against the whole thing and toying with it by cutting off the shoes airflow and tipping it upside down. For the first time in my life I was happy that Gina wasnt paying attention to me, I wanted to cry at the circumstance, but shoes dont have tear glands.

When she had finished toying with the other heel she placed it on her foot painfully slowly, it was extremely obvious she meant the torture for me when she took me up and placed me on her foot like I was a piece of shit. She slipped her entire foot into my being, filling me with the sweet scent of the bathing lotion she’d used in the bath before. She controlled me with her foot like I was her puppet, her toy, her possession. It didnt actually feel all that bad in the moment, which seemed to last forever as she started talking to someone above me, muffled of course due to the apparatus that was now controlling me, her foot. When she stood up, I was in complete ecstasy. I was in constant euphoria as my brain couldnt process the pleasure I was feeling, it felt like I was melting away while serving Gina.. Gina the girl who had enslaved me and turned me into this thing. I..I hope that Gina will never stop this.. it feels so good. I hope I last a long time for my goddess.

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Thanks for reading. This will be the final part, maybe.

Words:

Throughout the night I could swear I felt myself moving, transforming into something else and I just could not think straight. The part of me that wanted to struggle had gone and I felt relaxed and warm, my entire body felt like it was melting and it was the weirdest and yet most pleasant feeling of my life.

The next thing I knew it was the morning and everything looked a lot different to what I had last seen, I was high up on some sort of desk looking tilted towards the ceiling and window and could see outside of what seemed to be some low black walls blocking my view. I tried to move my body but to absolutely no avail, I felt numb and scared and tried to scream as well, nothing came out either.

By this point I was in full panic mode and this was when I looked down and saw what I was. I was a black stilleto heel, my mouth was stretched along to form the insole of the shoe and my mouth had all but disappeared, leaving my tongue clearly exposed but flat and looking like its been manipulated to be comfortable. All of this was surrounded by those black walls that was the heel around me, if my view wasnt from the top of the heel, where the ball of the foot would rest, I wouldnt be able to see anything. I had been relegated to being stationary and it felt absolutely awful.

Thats when I saw her, Gina was sat in the corner of the room on her phone. She was dressed as if she was going to some sort of fancy dance or ballroom, looking smug as anything and not even looking towards me at all. I wanted to ask her for help, tell her that I’d had enough and that this was too much. I’d get a job or something, anything but this. I’d never pester her about feet ever again, seriously. Anything.

It was all in vain though, she stood up and took the other stilletto in her hand and took it off the table. Just then the thought occured to me, what if there is another man in that stilletto and Gina tricked someone else as well? Maybe this was all one big game and I’d been played. She sat down with the stilletto and looked down into the sole, feeling it and caressing it and she started taunting it as if it was me. I watched in Horror as she tortured the heel that was in my place, pressing her toes against the whole thing and toying with it by cutting off the shoes airflow and tipping it upside down. For the first time in my life I was happy that Gina wasnt paying attention to me, I wanted to cry at the circumstance, but shoes dont have tear glands.

When she had finished toying with the other heel she placed it on her foot painfully slowly, it was extremely obvious she meant the torture for me when she took me up and placed me on her foot like I was a piece of shit. She slipped her entire foot into my being, filling me with the sweet scent of the bathing lotion she’d used in the bath before. She controlled me with her foot like I was her puppet, her toy, her possession. It didnt actually feel all that bad in the moment, which seemed to last forever as she started talking to someone above me, muffled of course due to the apparatus that was now controlling me, her foot. When she stood up, I was in complete ecstasy. I was in constant euphoria as my brain couldnt process the pleasure I was feeling, it felt like I was melting away while serving Gina.. Gina the girl who had enslaved me and turned me into this thing. I..I hope that Gina will never stop this.. it feels so good. I hope I last a long time for my goddess.