Foot Domination - Tumblr Posts
Requested by @kiler123321
You see these AND1 sneakers. They are really comfortable to wear and have lasted a long time. I have had them about two years now. And they should last a long time considering what they really are. A follower on Tumblr really loved my stories so much that he wanted to experience a transformation. I took him in the offer and met him at a hotel. The rest is history. I left the hotel with a new pair of AND1 sneakers. He was a little reluctant at first, but he accepted his fate of serving my feet. The first couple of weeks, I would chat with him secretly but then decided to treat him as the object he became. He was a pair of sneakers whose only purpose is to serve my feet. There was no need to continue to chat with footwear as though it's a person.
Then, recently, another follower heard about my special collection. @kiler123321 contacted me. He wanted to know what's it was like to be added to my collection. I didn't want to deny another who wanted to join others in serving me in the capacity as an inanimate object.
We met at a coffee shop and talked in length about his interest and about how he wanted to serve me. He wanted to be a pair of socks. I was cool with his choice, but I also informed him that once transformed, I can do with him as I pleased. If he accepted that, he would be added to my collection of followers. He even accepted that part.
I took him to my car and we drove back to my place. Once in my home, I told him to massage my feet first. He did, and it felt so good. I them had him lick and suck on my toes. As he did so, I performed my magic and began to absorb him around my feet. Within minutes, he was gone. I now had a new pair of AND1 white socks. To mark him, I took one sock off my foot and jerked off in it for good measure. I wanted him to see that he was just an object now, like he wanted. Humanity was stripped from him.
For several months, I would wear him to my gyms sessions several days of the week. I made sure to wear the AND1 sneakers with the AND1 socks. Sometimes, I wouldn't even wash him, so that he smelled foul with foot odor. This is part of my process to allow the new object to get accustomed to its new existence. It's just an object and not a human anymore. As to how the object feels about its new existence, I really don't concern myself over about it. The only thing my new socks should worry about is that it doesn't get too worn out because I don't keep them long after that. Oh well, that's not my problem to worry about.
Picture source: @its.my.shoez Instagram account
Chaze loved his Converse sneakers. He had them for a long time as anyone would be able to tell. So far, they have held up over the years on the outside, but inside was different. The insoles were badly worn out. Wearing them was sometimes uncomfortable, but he really loved these sneakers. He could try replacing them with insoles, but in time, they would wear down just like the one inside them now. He needed insoles that would never wear down and last for ages.
One month later, Chaze had created an indestructible formula that could be applied to make indestructible insoles, but it would only work on living matter instead of normal insoles. The only way to make such an insole was to transform a person into one. He needed to test his indestructible formula on two tests subjects. He knew exactly who to try it on. There were two such individuals he had in mind.
Chaze invited Tommy and John over to one of the private break rooms in the office to have a chat with them. They didn't suspect anything odd about another coworker inviting them to a private conversation. They showed up exactly on break time. Chaze had three drinks in front of him. Two were laced with a special paralyzing concoction along with the indestructible formula. One was a normal drink. He made sure to mark the normal drink so that he didn't accidentally drink out of the wrong cup.
"Tommy and John, we haven't talked much, and I just wanted to get to know you two." Chaze paused, seemly quite friendly with them. "It's often we work together, but never socialize beyond work talk. Here, have a drink with me." He handed them both a cup.
"This is great, actually. Just to have a normal chat for a change." John commented as he took a drink from his cup. "Yeah, I totally agree. We never had outside of work conversations with you." Tommy added as he took several gulps from his cup as well. "This drink is really good," Tommy added as he finished the whole cup. "It's so tasty. What is it exactly?" John asked back.
"It's something special I made for the three of us." Chaze told them with a friendly smile, knowing that the two formulas should take effect any second now. He was ready to put these two in a new position on the job; a position that best serves his feet.
John felt strange. He suddenly found himself unable to move. He tried to speak and even was unable to do that. He did notice a sadistic smile appearing on Chaze's face.
Tommy was mentally panicking. He felt trapped in his body. Unable to move or speak was highly uncomfortable. The sadistic smile on Chaze face said all he should know at that moment. This chat was all a clever rouse for something he had been planning, and the two of them fell for it.
Chaze was pleased that his plan worked perfectly. He brought out his TF device. The setting was already in and ready to turn his two unsuspecting coworkers into the very insoles that would make his sneakers comfortable again. "I needed us to be alone so that I could make you two into a pair of indestructible insoles to make my sneakers more comfortable. You would be much more useful that way." He fired the TF device at both of them, so ready to put them in the bottom of his Converse.
Both Tommy and John watched in horror as Chaze and their whole environment grew in size. They were shrinking and were forming into insoles. Their bodies soon were flat yet with a soft cushioning effect. They were laying in the very chairs they were once sitting in as human beings. They saw Chaze grab them up. Tommy was forced into the left shoe, and John was put into the right shoe.
After placing in his new insoles, Chaze put his Converse back on his feet. He instantly felt comfort under his feet. The new insoles were working out perfectly. He didn't have to get rid of his favorite sneakers thanks to his new insoles. It was true his new insoles were former humans, but they were repurposed to a much better use. He went back to his office to continue working.
John was disgusted by the odor he was trapped in. To make matters worse, he could feel the worn-out insole beneath him. It was painful being pressed down on it. The pressure from Chaze's foot wasn't helping much either. The socked foot had a slight odor to them as well, but not as bad as the sneaker he was trapped in. All of his senses were stronger than when he was human. His senses had him in a hell beyond words could describe. He mentally begged Chaze to let him go. Even though it had only been a few minutes, it felt like an eternity in a stinky pit.
Tommy wasn't having too bad of an experience. The worn-out insole was definitely a pain in the back to be pressed down on. The foot odor in the shoe was bad, but he had a foot fetish. This was one of his fantasies. He was now a living insole trapped in a shoe. To him, it didn't matter whose foot he was trapped under. He was loving every moment that Chaze stepped on him. He didn't want it to ever end. Chaze was his owner, and he would gladly serve his foot forever. He was loving the strong foot odor of the shoe. It was his Master's foot odor. He found himself in foot fetish heaven.
At the end of the work day, Chaze was amazed at how comfortable his feet felt. His new insoles were just perfect. He didn't know if his former coworkers were loving their new existence or hating every moment. And he honestly didn't care at the same time. They were objects under his feet and nothing more. He heard that their coworkers were looking for Tommy and John. He was even asked if he saw them. He told them that he had lunch with them and that was the last time he saw them. He lied and said that he didn't know where they went after lunch. Soon, people will forget about them. But he would always be grateful for the sacrifice for them to make his feet comfortable.
Picture source: @its.my.shoez Instagram account
Tracey received a call from his supervisor to come straight to his office shortly after arriving at work. He began to wonder what his supervisor wanted so early in the day. He hoped it wasn't bad news. He really didn't need to hear that. He was having a bit of bad luck situations recently. He had been behind in his portion of the rent on the apartment, having his roommate to make up the difference. If that wasn't bad enough, his car was in the shop, having major repair work done to it. He had been forced to use Uber services to get to work. He didn't need any more bad news at the moment.
Tracey entered James, his supervisor's office. He motioned to have a seat.
"I called you in before you got started for a reason. There is no easy way to say what i have to tell you. Unfortunately, there were some budget cuts, and your position was one the company decided to cut effective immediately." James paused. "I am sorry to bring such sad news to you, but it's out of my hands."
Tracey definitely didn't want to hear that at a time like now. There had to be another solution. Honestly, if there was one, he would take it no matter what it was. "I understand that, but please, is there any other position that is open or available. I really can't take any more sad news right now." He pleaded to James, hoping there was something he could offer.
James had one other offer, but those who were released or fired would not take it due to the dangers it carried in accepting it. He decided to offer it anyway. "There is one opening available, but it carries a risk." He pulled out the contract and slid it over to Tracey.
Tracey looked over the paper and read it twice. There was a large bonus of $100k once done, but there was a risk. "So I get the $100k, and the other gets $50k once the year is up, right?" He asked, to be sure he understood right. He saw James nod yes to his question.
"But remember the risk you take. If the owner decides to forgo the $50k, you belong to him. There is no return." James paused. "You literally are placing your life in another's hands. You fully understand?" James reiterated.
Tracey needed something good. "Can I choose who owns me?" He asked back.
"Ordinarily, you really don't have a choice, but I will make this one exception since you really were a good employee. Just write in the name of who you want it to be and sign it. We will do the rest." James promised. He would at least do this one favor for a guy who was having a bad day. Tracey handed the paper back with his signature on it. He ran it through his copier and filed the original. He handed the copy back to him. "Take this to HR." He instructed him as he placed a call down to HR about the position.
Several hours later, Seth came into James' office. He motioned for Seth to have a seat. He slid over the shoe box to him. He watched as Seth opened it and was puzzled why he was receiving a new pair of sneakers. "We have been wanting to try out an experimental product, but no one ever took the offer. That was until your coworker Tracey signed up to do it." He spoke as he also showed the contract that Tracey had signed. "These sneakers are Tracey now. He is still alive, just that he is a pair of sneakers. He chose you to wear him for a year. The point of the experiment is to test the durability of our indestructible formula. All you have to do is treat him like normal footwear for a year. If you wish to conclude the formula test for both of you, he gets $100k bonus tax free, and you get $50k bonus check tax free." He added to his previous words. He waited for Seth to reply back.
Seth took out the shoes and examined them. It was hard to believe the sneakers he was holding were actually his best friend at work. He wondered why Tracey would even agree to this. "Why did he choose to be my sneakers?" He asked, feeling curious. Like, who would really choose to be another person's footwear?
"The company had cut his position in budget cuts. To stay on with the company, this was his only option." James reported honestly.
"So I wear him for a year and return him back, and he gets $100k bonus check and I get $50k bonus check, all tax free?" Seth wanted to be sure he understood right.
"Yes, that is your first option." James spoke.
Seth heard first option which meant there was a second option. "What's my second option since I have a first?" He asked wondering what it could be.
"Your second option is that after one year, if you decide to continue with the experiment for us, you get $100k bonus check tax free, but poor Tracey will have to spend another whole year supporting your feet. Every year that you continue, you receive a $100k bonus check tax-free, but that also means you subject Tracey to being your shoes." James paused to be fully serious. "Option two means you are in control of his humanity or return to human form. He specifically selected you to wear him. So I sense that he has some sort of trust in you to decide how long he will be supporting your feet." He finished.
Seth, like the thought of receiving a $100k bonus check. Yet, this was his best friend at work who he was about to wear on his feet for a year. To receive that bonus check every year would be awesome, yet that meant keeping his best friend as his footwear. Could he really do that to Tracey, he pondered.
"We will revisit your option in one year. Until then, enjoy wearing Tracey." James spoke.
Seth put the sneakers back in the box and left the supervisor's office. When he got back to his desk, he opened the box and whispered to his sneakers. "I have to say, $100k every year sounds so nice. Sorry Tracey, but I have to take option two. I hope you understand, but I promise to take good care of you as you take good care of my feet for a long time." He took off his current shoes and put on Tracey.
Tracey thought he knew his best friend well enough. He thought that he would only be sneakers for a year. He thought that Seth would not be tempted by the amount of money. He saw he was wrong. He saw the pair of socks on Seth's feet weren't exactly clean and had a slightly strong vinegar odor. It was pressed hard into his insole face. This was his existence, to live as sneakers for Seth for at least a year or possibly longer.
FIVE YEARS LATER.......
Seth enjoyed a rather smooth life. For the past five years, the job gave him a $100k bonus check for continuing to test their indestructible formula. He has used Tracey for every gym and workout session. He has worn him to work every day. He even tried cutting him with scissors. He did anything and everything to try to destroy his sneakers, yet he remained relatively unscathed. Not only that, Tracey was the most comfortable footwear he owned. He didn't exactly know how Tracey felt about being sneakers every year, but the money was coming in handy. He even wore him on vacations that he took each year. His life was great, thanks to Tracey choosing him instead of someone else. There were weeks where he wore the same pair of socks every day to thank Tracey for the money he wad receiving each year. Life truly was great with having a pair of indestructible sneakers.
Max was in the back room monitoring the security cameras. He kept an eye on one guy who seemed suspicious. He didn't want to jump to conclusions before seeing any evidence of foul intentions. As he monitored him, he saw him stuff several store items into his jacket and zip it up. He had to teach this shoplifter a lesson. He told one his employees to keep an eye on him while he left to confront the guy.
The employee pointed to the guy when he got in the area of the store. He has had stuff go missing recently but was unable to catch the culprit. "I think you have something that belongs to us." He spoke to the guy, who seemed to brush off the accusation.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Larry replied back, trying to play it off. As long as they couldn't prove it, he could once again get away with stealing from the store. So far, they haven't caught him yet.
Max was not letting him get away with robbing them blind once more. "I saw you on the camera stuffing a few items in your jacket. You can either fess up or I call the police and show them footage from my security cameras." He paused as he decided to increase the pressure on him. "I think you have been the one doing the recent thefts in my store. I am sure my cameras can probably prove it if I look a little further." He finished. If the guy failed to submit, he would proceed with his threat for sure.
Larry didn't need to be arrested for shoplifting. He could call the store owners bluff, but that could land him into a lot of trouble with law enforcement. He didn't want that. He unzipped his jacket and handed the items to the store owner. "Happy now? Can I go?" He asked back, annoyed that he was caught.
Max had no intentions of letting the culprit just walk out his store without learning a valuable lesson. "Sure, just know I will report the other thefts, and report you as the suspect." He threatened to him.
Larry surely didn't want that to happen. He had to bargain with the store owner to keep law enforcement out of the situation. "What can I do to make this situation vanish? Do you want me to never come back into your store ever again?" He asked, wondering what he would request to keep the cops out of this mess.
Max smiled. "A weeks time helping me out here at the store and with other things would do." He offered to him. Max smiled because he knew exactly how the thief was going to help him, and it wasn't just in the store only.
"Okay, deal, just don't call the cops, okay." Larry agreed. He followed the store owner to the back as ordered. Once the door was closed, he saw him hold a strange device in his hands. "You time starts now." The store owner spoke as he fired a ray of light from the device. A few seconds later he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
Max smiled happily as where the thief once stood was now a black pair of AND1 sneakers. One week's time under his feet should do it, he thought to himself as he took off his current shoes and put on the newly formed sneakers. They felt so good under on his feet. He should try more living inanimate objects more often, he thought.
Larry suddenly awoke to a slightly foul odor. He tried to get away from it but found himself completely unable to move on his own. He also felt himself wrapped around something that was causing him an intense measure of pain. He finally figured it out when he felt toes wiggling on his face. The foul smell was in fact the vinegar smell of sweaty socks. The pressure he felt was feet standing on and crushing his insole face. He was literally a pair of shoes. He knew exactly whose feet was wearing him, the store owner. He wanted to curse the guy out, but now all he wanted to do was be normal again. He didn't want to be footwear. Just standing still was very uncomfortable for him as sneakers. All of the store owner's weight bearing down on him, along with foot odor and sweat. He mentally pleaded for this to be some crazy dream, but it was his reality. A week's time as sneakers, he thought his mind might not survive it.
As Max continued to work, he decided to the thief really needed to learn a lesson that would be permanent. Since he stole from him, he would steal his humanity from the thief. He would keep him as his sneakers and treat him as the object on his feet. No more humanity for the thief. At least this way, he won't have to worry about him stealing from his store ever again. The next thief he catches just might be a pair of socks. If living inanimate objects felt this good, he just might have to get more. As for how the thief would feel about being shoes for the rest of his life, he didn't care how the guy felt about it. Shoes don't have any rights anyway.
Picture source: @its.my.shoez Instagram account
Drake would often see the coworker in the cubicle across from him wearing his shoes sockless. He found his feet hot and, at times, fantasized about them. But he was nervous to approach his coworker about his foot fetish, unsure of how he would respond.
One day, Drake decided to take a chance on it. He sent a quick email to his coworkers station. In the email, he told him about how hot his feet look and how much he would love to massage them for him. He waited for a reply, so nervous about what he would say or think about it.
Drake received a reply that was thirty minutes later from Luke. Luke told him to meet him in the private break room at noon to see how serious he was about his feet. Drake was excited and yet nervous at the same time. It was a reply he didn't expect.
Drake meets Luke in the private break room as directed. Luke propped his feet on the chair next to him. "So, you admire my bare feet, show me," Luke requested. Drake got to his knees and removed his shoes. He began massaging his feet for a good five minutes while Luke snacked on some fresh fruit he brought with him to eat. Sometimes, he would look down at him, massaging his feet and smile.
"Give my feet some kisses while you massage them." Luke requested while messing with his phone. Drake kissed and massaged his feet. He noticed that Luke's feet had a little odor to them, but he loved it. He began licking between his toes and licking the soles of his feet.
Luke noticed his break time was almost up. He rather enjoyed this little foot worship session during lunch. He wanted it to continue while he worked. There was only one way to do that. He pulled out his TF phone that he carries with him sometimes. "I hope you won't mind, but I like for you to continue worshipping my bare feet. Hopefully, I won't forget to take you off before going home." He spoke to a confused look on Drake's face. He pressed a button on his TF phone, and a flash of light beamed at Drake. Where Drake once was, were a pair of clean van shoes. He put on the clean shoes and gathered up his old ones. Once back at his desk, he placed his old shoes in a bag on the side of his desk.
Drake didn't know exactly what happened when he saw the light flash at him. But he knew exactly what Luke had done to him the moment he saw a foot get secured on his face in a nice fit. The walking part further proved what he was now. Luke had turned him into a pair of shoes. Each step was cushioned by his face. It was quite painful to him, but probably felt good for Luke. This was not how he wanted to spend his time at work. He sensed that his senses were extremely heightened. The foot odor was far more intense than before. He slightly wanted to push them away but lacked the ability because he was now an inanimate object. He was forced to suffer under Luke's bare feet for the rest of the day.
Luke left his desk several hours later to go to the restroom. He was only gone a few minutes. When he returned, he saw the bag with his old shoes were gone from the side of his desk. He inquired about it from the coworker next to him. He was told one of the janitorial staff thought it was trash and took it. He went to go find him, only to find out the trash was already thrown in the compactor. There was no way to retrieve them.
Luke went back to his desk. That meant he would have to take Drake home with him. There was no way he was leaving work barefoot. It would look rather strange. There was a plus, though. Drake was really comfortable wearing barefoot. It's been a while since he found shoes this comfortable wearing without socks. He finished up his work day and headed home.
Drake heard the sound of Luke's car starting up. He felt himself being pressed on the break and gas pedals. Luke was leaving work, still wearing him. He tried to protest, but there was no way of doing so. He didn't want to go home with his coworker as his shoes even though he liked Luke's feet. He was a human being, not a pair of shoes. "My old shoes got thrown out by accident. So, I honestly had no choice but to wear you home. I promise in the morning to turn you back to normal." He heard Luke speak to him while he drove. His desire to worship his feet landed him in a precarious situation. He now only hoped that Luke would keep his promise.
SIX MONTHS LATER........
Luke's Van's looked so used up. He honestly liked them looking this way. Drake has been his shoes since he has been six months since he was humanly at work. He kept using him so much that he forgot to transform him back. By the time he remembered that he had promised to do so, it had already been too long. How was Drake to explain where he had been for six months? That would be a nightmare for his former coworker. It's best after all this time just to settle in being his shoes. In that way, Drake doesn't have to explain his whereabouts, and he gets to keep the most comfortable shoes he has ever worn. He just hoped his bare feet hadn't completely warped his mind after six months
Drake was loving every day his Master Luke wore him. At first, he hated it, but over time, he forgot he was ever human. He thought his master had bought him from a store. He loved being used by his Master's feet. There was no greater purpose than supporting his master with each step he took wearing him. He was always shoes from his perspective. He was always sad when his master took him off his feet and overjoyed when being worn. Even though it was painful being walked on or stood on every time, yet as long as his Master's feet were comfortable, it was all worth it. He was shoes belonging to his Master Luke. No other life could be better than this.
Loverly boot to the face
Loverly boot to the face
