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December 8th, 2021

Heya, it’s kay! So I took some of the advice I was given and I decided not talk with my sister quite yet… and it was going mostly well, I even had the perfect plan, at least I thought. I waited till Julia left for a night out with friends and I let myself into her room… which my mother has made very clear that I’m not supposed to be in to begin with, #rebel

So I decided to snoop around her bedroom and even more specifically her pile of dirty clothes. The aroma was so pungent coming from the mountain of unwashed pants, shirts, socks and uhm… panties. I have to admit, I buried my nose into more than a few. Even though the clothing was putrid and carried the strong stench of her body odor, I couldn’t stop myself. I even found myself laying in the back of her panties that she’d sat on me with… I swear I could smell the stale aroma of her farts which had been stained into the fabric… I loved it, which is conflicting because she once “accidentally” took my tiny friends life with her farts… Julia was doing a prank video for her friends and she sat firmly on Jessica (my tiny best friend at the time) I remember screaming and trying to lift her fat ass cheek off my friend which was futile.

That was when I heard the sickening explosion of her fart and the muffled and horrified scream of Jessica, I think had Julia gotten off she would’ve lived but Julia enjoyed Jessica’s squirming a fair bit and by the time I convinced her to stand up, Jessica’s was blue, her eyes lifeless, and her body was limp, even then I was envious… I had wished it was me who was under her ass. Though I’m thankful it wasn’t because I wouldn’t be here talking with you guys.

But I digress, While I was fondly remembering the passing of my friend I heard the door creak open slowly, and in a sneaky fashion. I tended up as I was out in the open ontop of the gross pile of panties… wearing just my bra and underwear. My spine tended up when I heard the wholesome voice of my mother say “For once a night to myself” that’s when I realized that she must have assumed I was with Julia. I had stayed still, motionless on the panties but I didn’t realized the harsh juxtaposition of my fair skin against the dark fabric.

My mom seemed to be looking for something, she seemed to even know where it was. Maria (my mother) helped herself to Julia’s jar of tinies that she kept. This shocked me as Maria had always seemed against using tinies as objects because her own daughter was one. As Maria inspected the jar, I… I couldn’t help but check her out, she was wearing heels and tight jeans the perfectly framed her round and generous ass as it was right above her. Though Maria seemed upset that the jar was empty, very upset. Though her mood didn’t last long as she turned around to leave. I had even thought I’d gotten away with my depraved act….

That’s when her huge blue eyes looked down at me…. Directly. I’d never seen her smile quite like this, it was a mix of playful and excitement. I had no time to react, she quickly squatted down and balled up the panties I was in, trapping me inside them, locking me in with the smell. I could hear the chilling comment “I knew she’d have at least one dirty little tiny slave”. My mother said as she seemed excited to have found such a perverted tiny and had no idea the tiny “slave” was in fact her own daughter. The trip wasn’t long as Maria carried me over to our living room where she sat on the couch and opened up the panties and dumped me on the ground at her feet.

I have to admit, I’d never been quite so scared as she quickly positioned her heel over my body and pressed it down ontop of me, the pain quickly grew intense. I thought she was going to crush me like a bug under her dirty, worn sole. Maria then lifted her foot off and began to explain to me that if I did indeed want to avoid being crushed that I’d do what she said… I wanted to scream “mommy” so hard but I knew the embarrassment would be worse than death… so I complied like the tiny slave she thought I was. That’s when “yes Goddess” escaped my lips. Instantly she removed her heel and pinned me to the ground under her sweat soaked stocking, which was more intense than I’d expected. The acidic smell made me wretch but as she commanded me to lick… I didn’t hesitate as my life was on the line. I dragged my tongue along the foot, the disgusting and salt flavour burned my taste buds, it hurt my stomach so much as I swallowed the sweat & saliva mix down. I just continued methodically licking at my mothers tired and overworked sole. The mix tainted my stomach and the foot seemed to slowly get heavier. I worshipped her foot for a quite a while and the crushing pain was getting intense… but that’s when I could hear a loud deep snoring sound.

She’s fallen asleep during the session which was disappointing as it was so hard to escape from under her foot but thankfully I was able to slowly wiggle out from under her limp foot. My body was sore and smelt like my mother’s sweat. I quickly went back to my bed under her end table and hid there while resting my very sore and achy body. I’m still in shock this happened to me, she could’ve easily killed me, I never knew she was into tinies aswell… I… I really want to tell her what happened, I loved worshiping her foot. The thought of being a slave for my mom or sister is overwhelming my thoughts, I can’t focus on my studies or anything else but after this experience.

I need advise, I don’t want to talk with them about this because of how embarrassing these thoughts are but I also know that if they don’t know it’s me… I may not last. I was lucky it was my mother and not Julia who came home, I wouldn’t even be here now. What do you guys think?

Till next time, Kay?

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December 8th, 2021

Heya, it’s kay! So I took some of the advice I was given and I decided not talk with my sister quite yet… and it was going mostly well, I even had the perfect plan, at least I thought. I waited till Julia left for a night out with friends and I let myself into her room… which my mother has made very clear that I’m not supposed to be in to begin with, #rebel

So I decided to snoop around her bedroom and even more specifically her pile of dirty clothes. The aroma was so pungent coming from the mountain of unwashed pants, shirts, socks and uhm… panties. I have to admit, I buried my nose into more than a few. Even though the clothing was putrid and carried the strong stench of her body odor, I couldn’t stop myself. I even found myself laying in the back of her panties that she’d sat on me with… I swear I could smell the stale aroma of her farts which had been stained into the fabric… I loved it, which is conflicting because she once “accidentally” took my tiny friends life with her farts… Julia was doing a prank video for her friends and she sat firmly on Jessica (my tiny best friend at the time) I remember screaming and trying to lift her fat ass cheek off my friend which was futile.

That was when I heard the sickening explosion of her fart and the muffled and horrified scream of Jessica, I think had Julia gotten off she would’ve lived but Julia enjoyed Jessica’s squirming a fair bit and by the time I convinced her to stand up, Jessica’s was blue, her eyes lifeless, and her body was limp, even then I was envious… I had wished it was me who was under her ass. Though I’m thankful it wasn’t because I wouldn’t be here talking with you guys.

But I digress, While I was fondly remembering the passing of my friend I heard the door creak open slowly, and in a sneaky fashion. I tended up as I was out in the open ontop of the gross pile of panties… wearing just my bra and underwear. My spine tended up when I heard the wholesome voice of my mother say “For once a night to myself” that’s when I realized that she must have assumed I was with Julia. I had stayed still, motionless on the panties but I didn’t realized the harsh juxtaposition of my fair skin against the dark fabric.

My mom seemed to be looking for something, she seemed to even know where it was. Maria (my mother) helped herself to Julia’s jar of tinies that she kept. This shocked me as Maria had always seemed against using tinies as objects because her own daughter was one. As Maria inspected the jar, I… I couldn’t help but check her out, she was wearing heels and tight jeans the perfectly framed her round and generous ass as it was right above her. Though Maria seemed upset that the jar was empty, very upset. Though her mood didn’t last long as she turned around to leave. I had even thought I’d gotten away with my depraved act….

That’s when her huge blue eyes looked down at me…. Directly. I’d never seen her smile quite like this, it was a mix of playful and excitement. I had no time to react, she quickly squatted down and balled up the panties I was in, trapping me inside them, locking me in with the smell. I could hear the chilling comment “I knew she’d have at least one dirty little tiny slave”. My mother said as she seemed excited to have found such a perverted tiny and had no idea the tiny “slave” was in fact her own daughter. The trip wasn’t long as Maria carried me over to our living room where she sat on the couch and opened up the panties and dumped me on the ground at her feet.

I have to admit, I’d never been quite so scared as she quickly positioned her heel over my body and pressed it down ontop of me, the pain quickly grew intense. I thought she was going to crush me like a bug under her dirty, worn sole. Maria then lifted her foot off and began to explain to me that if I did indeed want to avoid being crushed that I’d do what she said… I wanted to scream “mommy” so hard but I knew the embarrassment would be worse than death… so I complied like the tiny slave she thought I was. That’s when “yes Goddess” escaped my lips. Instantly she removed her heel and pinned me to the ground under her sweat soaked stocking, which was more intense than I’d expected. The acidic smell made me wretch but as she commanded me to lick… I didn’t hesitate as my life was on the line. I dragged my tongue along the foot, the disgusting and salt flavour burned my taste buds, it hurt my stomach so much as I swallowed the sweat & saliva mix down. I just continued methodically licking at my mothers tired and overworked sole. The mix tainted my stomach and the foot seemed to slowly get heavier. I worshipped her foot for a quite a while and the crushing pain was getting intense… but that’s when I could hear a loud deep snoring sound.

She’s fallen asleep during the session which was disappointing as it was so hard to escape from under her foot but thankfully I was able to slowly wiggle out from under her limp foot. My body was sore and smelt like my mother’s sweat. I quickly went back to my bed under her end table and hid there while resting my very sore and achy body. I’m still in shock this happened to me, she could’ve easily killed me, I never knew she was into tinies aswell… I… I really want to tell her what happened, I loved worshiping her foot. The thought of being a slave for my mom or sister is overwhelming my thoughts, I can’t focus on my studies or anything else but after this experience.

I need advise, I don’t want to talk with them about this because of how embarrassing these thoughts are but I also know that if they don’t know it’s me… I may not last. I was lucky it was my mother and not Julia who came home, I wouldn’t even be here now. What do you guys think?

Till next time, Kay?