Clay Human

Bad Day IV : Hierarchy

Thegirls had been dancing for several songs already. You found yourselfrising through the air, then quickly rushing back towards the floor,the impact of Lucy's shoe shaking you as you hung from your safespot beneath the shoe's arch. Your girlfriend's sweaty footcrushed your stretched out arms and legs as she danced, inadvertentlyensuring you remained securely strapped under her shoe. It was like aslingshot at an amusement park, the way your girlfriend's dancingfeet swung and spun you around beneath her. This only became moretrue as the constant inertia began to make your limbs stretch outeven more. You didn't notice it at first and thought you wereimagining the floor getting closer. Yet soon you felt yourselfswinging more freely, getting closer to the floor as Lucy dancedabove you. She laughed as Chloe jokingly rubbed up to her and twerkedon her. Standing somewhat still, you could almost smell the floor infront of your face, and your limbs continued to stretch under yourown weight. Chloe suddenly spun around and grabbed Lucy's hands,pulling her towards her as the girls laughed and danced together.That one move sealed your fate. The sudden momentum swung you firsttowards the stiletto heel, before you swung back and smacked againstthe arch of the high heel, your face scraping across the floor. Onetiny step backwards and you were now crushed into the dance floor,with your girlfriend smothering and flattening you under the thinsole of her high heeled sandal, as she, completely oblivious to youbeing plastered to the bottom of her shoe, just kept dancing. Shelaughed as Chloe danced with her, pulling her towards her, thenpushing her away again. "Your dance lessons are showing!" shegiggled when Chloe pulled her close enough that she could speak intoher ear. "Ugh, don't remind me." Chloe laughed and suddenlyleaned Lucy over, making her arch her back, as she tried to keep herfeet on the floor. You were scraped across and stomped into the filthand spilled drinks beneath the girls, your face forced down by Lucy'ssandal. Only when they decided to take a break did Chloe notice youstuck under your girlfriend's high heel. Your girlfriend,meanwhile, had a flushed face and senseless smirk on her lips. Sheclearly had been too drunk to check on you, or even notice you as yougot caught underfoot. "Lulu!" Chloe caught her attention andpointed down at you. "Noooo, my boy!" Lucy cried and veryclumsily tried to remove you from under her shoe. At first shedragged you across the floor several times with no success. You thenfelt something stabbing your side. Chloe watched, with some concern,as your girlfriend used her other foot to stab you with the thinstiletto heel in order to pin you to the ground. You were stretchedout quite a bit, but ultimately peeled free from her sole. Lucyfrowned, seeing her pulp of a boyfriend with the print of her shoesole stamped in, and attempted to pick you up, but quickly gave upwhen she almost lost her balance. Supporting herself with one hand onChloe's shoulder, she instead drove her stiletto heel even deeperinto your body, practically impaling you on it and used that to pickyou up. You felt a little dazed in your girlfriend's grip, evenmore so when she gave you a nearly unintelligible apology, her breathfilled with the smell of alcohol. "He's fine, Lulu." Chloeassured her, to which Lucy nodded and, to both yours and Chloe'ssurprise, lowered you to the floor and stuffed you inside her highheel under her toes. You were immediately squished and forced betweeneach of your girlfriend's sweaty, smelly toes, and you couldn'tbe happier about it. Watching from between her toes, you spentanother hour being danced on while you greedily licked and smelledher feet.

Lucywore you under her toes all the way back to your apartment. The walkback was both unsteady and slow, as the girls giggled andoccasionally leaned on each other. During the ascent up the stairs,Lucy stopped multiple times, laughing as she sat down, forcing Chloeto pull her back onto her feet and continue their way up. You couldtell that, despite Lucy wanting to protect you from drunk Chloe -said drunk was currently far more sober than your girlfriend."Where's your key?" Chloe asked her, her speech just a littleslurred. "Purse." was all Lucy responded. She leaned againstChloe with her head hanging low and grinned at you under her toes,playfully smothering you with her digits. "I love him soooomuch." she muttered as Chloe unlocked the door. "Yeah, yeah."Chloe chuckled and steadily pushed Lucy inside. Both girls sighed asthey dropped onto the couch, their feet sore from dancing, standingand walking in their heels all night. "C'mon, Lulu, get yourboyfriend out of there." Chloe encouraged her as she took off herown shoes and rubbed her sore feet. Lucy slowly and clumsily leanedforward to fiddle with the straps of her high heeled sandals, theopening of which took her several minutes. In the meantime younoticed Chloe pulling her feet up onto the couch, her soles danglingover the edge, and she looked down at you with a teasing smile andshe wiggled her toes, knowing full well you could just about see themfrom your spot. Finally Lucy succeeded at taking her shoes off,leaving you behind in the toe area of her right high heel, yourentire body moulded to hug the ball of her foot and each of her toes."You good?" your girlfriend asked you as she used her bare feetto peel you from her insole and dropped you onto the carpet. "He'sfine." Chloe sighed again, then bit her lip as she dropped one footalmost on top of you. Her sole didn't actually come down on you andinstead dangled teasingly just above you. If your limbs werefunctional you could have easily touched the sweaty flesh, butclearly Chloe was aware that you very much couldn't do that.Instead she forced you to stare up at the sole of her foot, which shedangled and flexed just out of reach, allowing you nothing but whiffsof her scent. "Remember our plan, Clay?" you heard her ask whileyou stared up at her sole. "Unshrink once you can, then you may askus to let you lick the dirt and sweat from our high heels." Herwords left no room for protest or disobedience. Of course, you didn'tfeel inclined to either of those, yet with Chloe's sweaty solefilling your entire vision, you did wish you could go straight tolicking off all that sweet, salty sweat from her feet. Your bodyeventually regenerated to the point you would be able to touchChloe's sole, yet you found yourself locked in place, determined toobey her, to be the foot slave she allowed you to be. "How youfeeling, Lulu?" Chloe asked and rubbed Lucy's thigh. Yourgirlfriend responded by making a fart noise with her mouth. "Wantsome water?" Another fart noise. "Understood." Chloe chuckledand stood up, only remembering you down on the carpet beneath herwhen she was already standing on you and crushed you under her sole."Whoops." She didn't bother apologizing and simply stepped offof you, leaving you smothered into the carpet as she walked into thekitchen. Thankfully, the forgiving carpet dampened most of thecrushing effect on your body, allowing you to almost fully regeneratein less than a minute. You got to your feet just as Chloe came back."Here you go." she said, crushing you once more under her foot asshe offered a glass of water to Lucy. You wondered if she was doingthis on purpose, and got your answer when she moved her foot from youand gave you a smug grin. Just a few seconds later you were fullyregenerated and stood up. Chloe had already sat down on the couchagain with her legs crossed, dangling her bare foot high above yourshrunken form. You slowly began to unshrink yourself, making sure youhad enough space between the girls' legs. Sitting cross legged, youstared at Chloe's sole for a moment, then looked at her. She raiseda brow and pointed at the sweaty pair of black platform heels whichshe had worn all night. You grabbed one of them and brought it closeto your face, allowing yourself a few deep inhales of the insole,before you turned to shoe over and stuck out your tongue. When youlooked at Chloe, she gave you a rather intimidating look, as if youwere doing something wrong. Then you remembered and, staring her highheel, asked her if you may lick the dirt and sweat from her shoe.Chloe smiled, nodded and watched you for a while as you licked dirt,dust and unidentifiable liquids from the sole of her shoe. "Tasty?"she asked teasingly. "I don't remember all the stuff I stepped intonight." You swallowed what was on your tongue, but didn'treflect on the taste. It was mostly dust - high heels had a way ofgathering that more than other shoes, so it didn't taste like much."I asked you a question, loser." Chloe demanded, her smile gone.You were taken aback for a moment. This verbal humiliation wassomething you knew from videos, and Lucy had certainly never done itto you. You stuttered, informing Chloe that the bottom of her highheel tasted delicious. "Good, enjoy it." she said, smiling again,then stopped watching you as she shifted her attention to your drunkgirlfriend. The two of them had a rather one-sided conversation whileyou licked the soles of Chloe's high heels, then did the same withyour girlfriend's shoes. During that process, Chloe suddenlygrabbed your hair and leaned in. "Show me your tongue." youobeyed and stuck out your tongue which was both dry and dark from allthe dust and dirt you had licked off. "Looking a little dry, loser.Would you like me to help you with that?" Chloe asked with a smuggrin. You nodded, then flinched when her smile vanished and she said:"Beg me to spit in your mouth." You did, grovelling before Chloefor the privilege of tasting her saliva. She smiled again, grabbedyour chin and said: "Tongue out." Again you presented yourtongue. Chloe leaned in even closer, as close as only your girlfriendhad ever been to your face, then slowly dripped her spit onto yourtongue, then pushed you away as she leaned back. "Now keep licking.Spotless shoe soles is the least your girlfriend deserves. Don'tyou agree, loser?" You agreed as you tasted Chloe's spitspreading on your tongue, giving you some much needed moisture. Youswallowed the saliva, then continued cleaning the bottoms of yourgirlfriend's shoes. The whole time you did this, both Lucy's andChloe's sweaty bare feet were all around you, in your sight andclose enough you could smell them, yet you weren't allowed to eventouch them. Eventually Chloe grabbed her high heels and inspected thesoles, then grabbed Lucy's shoes and showed them to her. "Whatchathink, Lulu? Did your little loser do a good job?" Lucy grinned atyou, nodded and playfully kicked you with her feet as she said: "Ilove my little loser." Chloe suddenly snapped her finger andpointed at the floor at her feet. "Get away from her feet. You'renot done with our shoes yet." You moved over and kneeled beforeChloe, who handed you one of her high heels. "I want those gone."she told you, pointing with her fake styled nail at the toe prints onher high heel's insole. You nodded, felt her direct stare piercingyou. She was waiting for something again. You begged her to let youlick the insoles. "You may." Immediately you pressed the insoleagainst your face and began to lick Chloe's sweaty toeprints. Eachlick gave you a taste of her delicious sweat, while you pushed yournose into the insole and inhaled the traces of her foot scent. "Enjoymy foot sweat, loser. I danced in those shoes all night, and you wantnothing more than to lick the part that was pressed against my sweatyfeet the whole time." You wondered if Chloe was trying to humiliateyou with that, as she seemed to actually just be stating facts."Normal guys would get to taste my lips," she said, then smiled,"both pairs." You blushed at that and found your gaze drawn firstto Chloe's smile, then between her thick thighs, her dress allowingalmost a little glance underneath. "But you're such a loser, youonly get to taste and drink my foot sweat and the shit I stepped in.And you love it, too." she added, giving you a look of disgust."Cho-co, that's mean." your girlfriend suddenly mumbled. Chloeseemed to snap out of her domination mode and smirked at Lucy. "I'mjust roleplaying, Lulu." She looked at you. "I don't actuallymean any of that, obviously. But it looks to me like you enjoy beingcalled a loser, hm?" You stopped licking the sweaty insole ofChloe's shoe and thought about that. You then said that you used tobe called that in school, and it was something that had tormented youback then. Yet, in this context, and coming from someone as gorgeousas Chloe, it did excite you in an unexpected way. You looked at Chloeafter saying that, and were surprised to see her blushing. You askedif you had said something inappropriate. Chloe shook her head,confused. "No, why?" You pointed out how red she was. "Huh?"she seemed stumped, then grabbed her phone and opened the frontcamera. "What the hell am I blushing for?!" You laughed andcontinued to lick the insole of her shoe. "Do you not get manycompliments?" Lucy asked suddenly, her head leaning on Chloe'sshoulder. "I ..." Chloe thought about it. "I do ... but, like... just the typical stuff horny dudes say to girls. It's not likethey mean it, most of the time they're just trying to trick youinto sleeping with them. Besides, my appearance isn't something Ican change in any big way, so ... having someone compliment that justfeels kinda meaningless." she explained as you moved on to herother high heel, starting at the darkened indent her bare heel hadleft on the insole. "Hmm, but you look pretty happy about my littleloser doing it." Chloe furrowed her brows at Lucy. Your girlfriendwas evidently still drunk, but her words were less slurred and mademuch more sense than before. "I guess ...," Chloe shrugged andlooked at you. "Maybe it's because I know you're not saying itout of vanity. I already let you do what you want to do sexually. So,if you call me gorgeous ... I guess I actually believe that you thinkthat." You snorted, giving her toe prints a few last licks, thendecided to explain that you considered Chloe to be attractive to thepoint you would be too intimidated to ever approach her. "That'sjust silly, Clay." Chloe returned. But you insisted it was true.Beautiful women often seemed out of your league, so you didn't feellike you had any right to approach them. At this she narrowed hereyes. "Are you implying your girlfriend isn't beautiful?" Youlaughed and wanted to explain yourself, but Lucy interrupted. "Iapproached him." she said. Chloe looked shocked. "You?! Precious,shy little Lulu approached a guy of her own initiative?" Younodded, saying that Lucy, too, had been way out of his league in hiseyes, but you were lucky enough that she decided to disagree withthat. Again Lucy kicked you with her feet as she grinned at you. Youfinished up Chloe's high heel, then moved on to Lucy's. Thesecond your tongue touched the insoles, you were immediately remindedof one of the many reasons you loved that girl so much. As much asyou enjoyed Chloe's sweat, your girlfriend's taste was just sounique to you, so addicting, especially when combined with the smellof her feet, the traces of which you sniffed from inside her highheels. "How's your head, Lulu?" Chloe asked with Lucy's headstill resting on her shoulder. "Great. I feel great leaning againsta pretty girl like you." Lucy muttered, giggling as she said thecompliment. "Ugh, don't you start now, too!" Chloe protested."I'm kidding!" Lucy laughed, then licked her lips as she lookeddown Chloe's legs to her feet. You sat up straight as you placedLucy's high heel next to the other, in a neat row in line withChloe's heels. "Looks like you're done, huh? Do you want yourreward, loser?" Lucy closely watched as Chloe lifted her feet andwiggled her toes before you. You slowly shifted closer and heldChloe's foot by her ankle. Her shorter, soft toes, the pink padsand sole, all glistening in sweat, made the heat rise as yourerection hardened. You looked at Chloe from between her toes andasked if you may lick her feet. Chloe furrowed her brows. "Why areyou asking that?" You smiled awkwardly, and leaned closer to herfoot. "You know very well," her tone made you freeze, "that youdon't have to ask for that." The way her eyes pierced you gaveyou the hint that you better remain still and listen. "You have tobeg me for it, not ask."