This choice: Nick gives in and submits to his teacher's feet. • Go Back...Chapter #6Life as Mrs. Hollie's Property. by: jdoe11   Tears of betrayed anger, fear, and confusion streamed from the tiny naked boy's eyes as he hesitantly wrapped his miniscule arms around his teacher's massive overpowering toe, and planted a kiss on it.
His tongue made contact with her salty foot skin and he wanted to throw up. His pride as an individual was shattered to atoms, and his mind was in a frenzy to block out the donning comprehension of an inevitable life filled with nothing but his giant teacher's nasty soles. He didn't want to believe that he was destined to be dirt under this woman's tired feet.
But he didn't see another choice. Disobeying this woman would earn him detention in hell itself. Even the thought of that ravenous pack of teens with more energy than they know what to do with getting their hands and -more likely- feet on him sent chills down his spine. So he endured the embarrassment of becoming this woman's tiny foot boy, and continued on kissing and rubbing his body on Mrs. Hollie's giant heavy toes.
"Good. So you do know your place. I hope you'll never forget."
With that she scrunched her powerful digits around the helpless tiny and introduced him to his new home in her shoe. Nick felt his back slide along the soft silvery surface of the shoe's insole as she inserted her bare foot into her black heel.
Space was extra tight inside the toe of the shoe, and Nick was put through painful torture as Mrs. Hollie scrunched and flicked her tiny stowaway around under her powerful feet until he was in a comfortable position.
She let her feet rest for a moment.... and then felt the pleasurable squirming of the tiny boy under her toes. It made her feel amazing!
Ahhhh this feels great!!! Every teacher should get to keep at least 1 tiny student in their shoes. It'd help compensate for the crappy pay, provide much-needed stress relief, and maybe even help encourage discipline in the classroom. Too bad. At least I'll always have this one!
The math teacher hummed quietly to herself as she opened the door to her classroom and ushered in the her students for second period. Mrs. Hollie scanned the room for missing students, and noticed the quiet punky girl, Rachel, wasn't in her seat. Then she looked to Elaina, another cute punky girl in her class who seemed peppier than usual today.
Mrs. Hollie noticed Elaina was wearing the distinctly graffitied black Converse All-Stars that Rachel had worn every single day since the beginning of the school year. She was twirling one foot around restlessly.
Mrs. Hollie turned toward the board to conceal a smirk as she put together the clues and made a silent vow of solidarity with the tomboy student who was now her comrade in tiny-ownership.
Class dragged on for Nick inside Mrs. Hollie's smelly shoe. Her hot calloused feet pummeled him mercilessly beneath them as she paced the classroom. The tiny boy begged the universe for fresh air. But when he finally received it he actually wished to go back to hiding inside the dark shoe. The eyes of all of his former classmates regarded his naked tiny form coldly when Mrs. Hollie showed off the bottom of her foot to announce her lucky find, met only with the envious 'congratulations' of the other students.
Among all the students regarding his pathetic form, plastered under the sweaty toes of his former teacher like a bug, with smirks and haunting laughter, Nick noticed one cute blonde girl who was staring at him, almost longingly. He tried making eye contact, hoping she might be able to help him somehow. But she disappeared from view and his world was again replaced by the dark confines inside Mrs. Hollie's shoe.
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As the blonde student watched her teacher's cute red-painted toes return to her pretty high heel shoe with the captive boy secured firmly underneath, she placed a slender hand over her grumbling tummy, and again lamented the fact that she had forgotten to eat breakfast that morning.
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Nick endured hours in hell under his teacher's giant demanding feet, only again catching a hint of fresh air when she was on lunch duty. She had wedged nick firmly between her big and second toe, before pulling her foot out of her shoe to scratch at her ankle. The roar of skin on skin rubbing past one another at a massive scale blasted in Nick's ears as he looked around, taking in the rare gift of sights beyond the dark
confines under his owner's feet.
He caught a glimpse of a small writhing form wedged under the pale toes of a cute girl a few years older than him. Pain surged through his body as Mrs. Hollie squeezed her rough toes together more tightly and more vigorously attacked the itch using the foot Nick was imprisoned by.
The miserable tiny boy wished at that moment that he could trade places with that tiny under that cute girl's feet. At least witnessing her life could be interesting. She could be going places, far far away from this town. If he was at least owned by a cute girl like that, he thought maybe things wouldn't be so bad.
But as things stood, Nick knew he was destined to watch from his prison underfoot as all his enormous former-friends and classmates left him behind, all alone with the giant woman who used to be his beloved teacher, and the massive teen strangers she taught.
Mrs. Hollie finished satisfying her itch and returned Nick to her shoe just before he would have seen Elaina removing her tiny morsel from her feet and placing it onto her pizza.
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When Mrs. Hollie returned home that night and kicked off her heels, still grasping her new tiny pet beneath her toes, Nick was introduced to her husband, and learned that his teacher's first name was Marianne. He felt sick as thoughts of being forced to serve her husband filled his mind. But Marianne soon pulled on a pair of thick wool socks, making it clear that the tiny boy belonged exclusively to her.
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The first night was rough. Nick cried uncontrollably all night under Marianne's twitching calloused feet as she slept. When morning came and light barely illuminated the inside of the thick sock, he was snatched out of the warm sock.
Marianne retrieved some sort of thin elastic cord and tied Nick's hands and feet such that his wrists and ankles were pulled together by the stretchy elastic. She then proceeded to stretch the cord securing the tiny boy's hands and feet, and wrap the boy around her third toe.
With her new toe ring in place, she got a shower, got ready for work, and donned a pair of open-toed stylish brown sandals. She wriggled her toes happily, then made one final adjustment - bending down to slid the tiny boy, who had been resting stomach-don on top of her toe, so that he was now underneath the crevice of her toes, with his head positioned firmly between her toes.
Perfect Marianne thought as Nick sobbed inaudibly.
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Nick's world at the school was filled with terrifying, clumsy teen feet stomping all around him as the students gawked down at the tiny object adorning Mrs. Hollie's toes.
As the days, weeks, and years passed by, Nick struggled to decide which was worse, a day in one of Marianne's closed-toe shoes, where he was baked and pummeled under her cruel feet all day. Or her open-toed sandals, where his tiny helpless body was open for all to see, and the eyes of envious scheming, hungry-looking teens were always upon him. The worst by far though was the years-old running shoes that the poor tiny boy's stubborn owner absolutely refused to get rid of.
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