Mandals
When I was a
freshman in college, I pledged to a frat. For my initiation,
I was to
sneak into the Girl's freshman dorms. My mission was to procure a
pair of
panties, a bra and a pair of sandals from a particular room.
Although the
Girl's dorm entryways were supposed to be locked at night,
they had a
habit of placing a rock or a piece of wood into the door,
keeping it
propped slightly open so they didn't have to bother unlocking
it to get
in. I got in by the same method. The lobby was deserted. I had
been given
the room number of a girl named Gail Wheeler. She was a
gorgeous
dark-haired girl. As it was late at night, I easily walked
through the
hallways and reached her room. The doors were seldom locked.
Hoping
everyone would be sleeping, I opened the door and snuck into the
room. There
were two girls sleeping in bunk beds. I slowly started opening
dresser
doors. As I opened one particular door, there was a hissing sound
and I was
sprayed in the face by a mist. I jumped back, startled. I felt
extremely
disoriented. I thought I was hallucinating because it seemed to
me that the
entire room was getting bigger. At the same time, the two
girls threw
off their covers and stood up. The dark-haired one, who must
have been
Gail, walked over and knelt on one knee in front of me. I was
terrified.
Even kneeling as she was, I didn't stand anywhere close to the
height of
her hip.
"Didn't find
quite what you were after, did you?" she smiled.
Gail's
roommate, Carla, also stood over me.
"Your
magical powers actually work!" Carla said.
"Was there
any doubt?" Gail laughed.
"And now,"
Carla said, "we have a nice macho jock reduced to only six
inches tall
and we can do whatever we want with him!"
"A formerly
macho jock!" Gail corrected. "He will learn that real soon!"
"Please!
What have you done to me?" I cried.
These girls
towered ten times my diminutive size. Gail petted me on the
head like,
well, like a pet.
"Why, I've
shrunken you, you silly little man!" she said. "You see, I'm a
sorceress!"
She picked
me up in her hand.
"You know,"
she said to Carla, "This little doll is far too hairy! I like
my little
dolls to be smooth and hairless, just like a real doll!"
Ignoring my
protests, Gail carried me to the bathroom and filled the sink
with warm
water. Then she took a can of Nair from the cabinet. She
carefully
applied it to me from the neck down. Then she put me into the
warm water
and started rubbing. I was soon clean of hair from the neck
down. I
stood on the edge of the sink, feeling totally humiliated.
"Ah, what's
the matter?" she mocked. "Feeling a bit emasculated and more
like my
little doll?"
"He seems
nice and docile now!" Carla laughed.
Indeed, I
was realizing how totally helpless I was.
"Well," Gail
said, "now that we've gotten rid of that ugly, smelly
body hair- I
really think they look so much better without it- we can get
on with his
punishment!"
"Punishment?" I whimpered.
"Little boys
should be seen and not heard!" Carla said.
"Yes! She
said punished!" Gail said. "Your crime is that you were- and I
emphasize
were- a strutting, arrogant, muscular macho jock who thought you
could do
whatever you wanted to a woman with no consequences!
Unfortunately, the truth was that, being a star athlete, you could do
almost
anything you wanted and the college would protect you! Luckily, my
little stud,
a couple of guys in your frat don't completely agree with
that! In
fact, they long to serve a woman! When they found out about my
magical
powers, a couple decided to worship me willingly along with those
who I've
enchanted into servitude. They decided to set you up so I could
cut you down
to size! But enough talk!"
Gail picked
me up, easily pulling my arms above my head. She brought my
hands down
to my ankles and held my wrists and ankles in one hand as I
leaned
forward, buttocks in the air.
"And now to
administer the hard spanking you've long deserved!" she said.
Gail smacked
my naked, hairless and wet butt.
"Eeeeyah!" I
screamed. "Stop this!"
"I want you
to say something for me!" Gail smirked. "I want you to tell me
that you are
a naughty little boy and you need a spanking!"
"Go to
hell!" I yelled.
She smacked
me again and I whimpered.
"You can't
win!" Gail laughed. "Nobody except those under my control knows
that you're
here or what has happened to you. We can keep you
indefinitely. Now I'm just going to keep right on smacking your naughty
butt until
you admit what an asshole jock you are and that you need to be
punished!"
If I thought
Gail was bluffing, I quickly learned that I was sadly
mistaken.
She must have spanked my ass a hundred times. Then she held me
under the
faucet and drenched me in cold water. As I gasped and blubbered,
she began
again spanking my ass, which was now nice and wet. I cried, I
sputtered, I
begged, but all to no avail. Finally, when my ass was long
since nice
and rosy, hot and burning, I screamed, "I'm an asshole jock and
I need to be
punished!"
Gail stopped
and smiled.
"Yes! You
certainly do, Mr. Macho Jock! And you're about to get it! I am
going to
spank you with ten swats and you are going to count them off and
thank me!"
"But I
admitted it!" I whined.
"Yes! I know
you did and I know it was very difficult for you to admit
that you are
or were an asshole jock! But now, you'll be punished for it!"
She then
spanked me ten times as I thanked her for each one and counted to
ten. Then I
stood rubbing my sore bottom and trying my best not to cry
from the
pain.
"There!
There!" Gail smiled. "All done for now! So it's time to tuck you
away for the
night! But don't worry, my little toy. We'll have lots more
fun with you
tomorrow."
"Wh- what do
you mean by tucking me away?" I said.
She walked
over to her closet and opened it. She picked up a pair of
knee-high
leather boots. She brought over the right boot and I saw it had
a loop on
the back. She placed the loop around a hook on the wall, about
five feet
off the floor. Then she set me down on her dresser, which seemed
to be about
thirty feet off the floor from my perspective. She slowly,
sensuously
started undressing. I couldn't help but watch in mesmerized
fascination
as she slowly revealed her fantastic body. She laughed at my
miniscule
erection.
"Normally,
you'd just presume I'd be interested in you! You would even try
to force me
into something! But you can't do that now, can you? I'm just
too much
woman for you!"
I was hot
and sweating with desire before she was done. She just picked me
up and held
me over her boot.
"Here's some
good advice!" she said. "Embrace the smell and the feel! They
are going to
be the overwhelming realities of your life for a very long
time!"
Then she
dropped me and I slid down to the very toe of the leather boot.
From inside
my dark, leather prison, I could hear Gail and Carla talking.
But it was
muffled and I couldn't make out the words. The leather felt
kind of nice
but the smell was giving me a headache. It was clear that
Gail used
these boots frequently and that she consciously chose not to use
odor eaters.
I could only lay there and listen as the women talked and
laughed
about how I would make such a wonderful shoe attachment, whatever
that meant.
Eventually, I fell asleep.
In the
morning, I was jostled awake as the boot was picked up and I was
dumped out
on the floor.
"Morning, my
little slaveboy!" Gail laughed. "Sleep well?"
As I slowly
climbed to my feet, she said, "Today, my cute little man, you
begin your
new lifestyle!"
She picked
up the boot I had slept in.
"Notice
anything unusual about this boot, my little man?"
"It's hard
to tell at this size," I said, "but I think the soles are
unusually
high!"
"Very good,
my little toy!" Gail said.
She picked
up the right boot and pushed a button in the side of the heel.
Slowly, she
worked the sole of the boot loose about halfway up the sole.
Inside,
there was a man-shaped indentation.
"Be a good
boy and climb in there!" Gail said.
"Please! I'm
kind of claustrophobic!" I stammered.
"That should
make it real interesting!" she laughed.
She picked
me up and laid me face up on the sole of the shoe.
"Put your
arms and legs into the proper slots like a good boy!" she said.
"Don't think
about your fears! Think about the fact that you are finally
where you
belong- beneath my feet!"
She placed
the rest of the boot back on top of the sole. It clicked into
place and I
felt like I was in a coffin, unable to move as the weight
pressed down
and sealed me in. There was a little light coming from the
top of the
boot though, although I could not figure out how. I assumed it
was more
magic. I felt the boot moving as Gail put it on. I felt
tremendous
pressure as her weight bore down on me but the sole must have
been very
solid because it only gave enough to hurt but not do any damage.
Yet I could
feel the slight pressure of her toes above me.
As the hours
went on, the intoxicating spell of the shoe and of her toes
became
overwhelming. I couldn't move a muscle. Then the most extraordinary
thing
happened- my miniscule erection sprang to life. I could do nothing
to satisfy
it, of course. But an erotic tingling went through me because
of the
position I was in. She walked here and there. All sounds were
muffled but
I'm sure she attended to her daily routine. Sometime along the
way, I
marveled that I was still able to breathe. When she finally took
the boot off
and released me, the fresh air struck me. I didn't know
whether to
gasp in relief or disappointment.
"Enjoy your
first day as my new shoe attachment?" Gail quipped.
"Y- yes!" I
stammered. "But please! I've learned my lesson! Let me go!"
"There must
be some hidden desire buried deep inside you for you to start
liking it
this much this soon," she said.
She smirked
at my obvious sexual condition.
"And don't
worry," she said. "When the shoe wears out, I'll just toss it
in the
dumpster!"
A look of
terror suddenly crossed my face.
"Oh no!" she
quickly said. "I'll just transfer you to the new shoe! I'm
not a
murderer! I may be a sadist, but it's through sensual teasing. I
won't cause
you pain beyond that! That's not what it's about for me!"
As I
struggled, I realized that my back, arms and legs, buttocks and the
back of my
head could not move from the slot in the shoe sole. It was as
if I was
glued in though I suspected it was more magic.
"You are my
new shoe adornment!" Gail said.
As the days,
weeks and months went by, I discovered I no longer had the
biological
needs to eat, drink or release wastes. I assumed this was more
magic. I was
her shoe attachment- no care required! Most nights, Gail just
took me off
and tossed me into her closet without saying a word. I was
beneath her
in all ways. I began to think of myself as nothing more than a
part of her
shoe and to almost accept my new existence. The erotic musk of
her feet
filled me with desires I could never fulfill. I had gotten into
the habit of
licking her toes everyday as she went about her business. At
times, it
seemed she had completely forgotten that I even existed. But she
hadn't. In
fact, she apparently found the idea of a man serving as her
shoe to be
such a power trip that she decided she had to have a second man
for her
other foot. One day, after months, she waved her hand and I felt
myself
released from the sole of her shoe. She stepped into a sandal. She
laid me face
up on her foot. Straps were locked around my wrists and they
extended
down to the sole of the shoe, just behind her toes. Another strap
was tied to
my right ankle, went around her ankle and then was tied to my
left ankle.
In effect, I was being used as an extension of the straps that
held the
sandal on, tied spread-eagled on her foot. I was right out in the
open air,
staring up at her beauty. Her legs, body and the undersides of
her breasts
all towered above me. I saw that another of the school
athletes was
bound similarly to her left shoe and he was gagged as I was
and looking
at me in silent terror. Then Carla walked into the room and I
saw that she
was similarly attired with sandals held on by restrained and
shrunken
young jocks.
"A simple
spell so people can't see you," Gail laughed, "and we can wear
you out in
public to our heart's content!"
"You'll like
being our shoe ornaments!" Carla said. "It's far more useful
than what
you were before! And, if you don't agree, too bad! You have no
choice but
to be our sandals!"
"Oh no!"
Gail said. "Not our sandals! Our Mandals, dear Carla! Our
Mandals!"
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