Ivory Soles - Shrunken In Ivorys Shoes

Ivory Soles - Shrunken In Ivorys Shoes

Ivory Soles - Shrunken In Ivorys Shoes


It had been weeks since you fell in love with Ivory's smooth, ivory skin, but little did you know that your infatuation with her would lead you to a whole new world of one-inch tall adventures. Ivory had shrunk you down to live in her shoes full time, and now your life revolved around her feet. You were her little foot slave, and she loved every inch of your attention.

She adored how you worshipped her feet, how you couldn't resist the smell of her socks or the feel of her nylons against your skin. She was in control, and it felt amazing to have such a loyal foot slave by her side. Letting you inhabit her shoes was a great privilege, and you knew that you had to earn it each day by giving her the foot worship she deserved.

As she sat on her bed, her smooth, perfect heels dangling above you, she realized that you were slacking off on your duties. She could see it in your eyes - the lack of focus, the absence of adoration. Your tongue seemed to hurt from her nylons, and she couldn't help but smile at your mortal inability to keep up with her needs.

"What's wrong, little one?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Aw, your tongue hurts from my nylons? How adorable. Well, I can certainly fix that." She giggled as she pulled her nylons off, revealing her soft, perfect soles to you. The touch of her skin against your own was enough to make your heart race with desire.

"Lick it all up, my little foot slave," she commanded, her heel pressing against your chest as she dangled you closer to her feet. "You need to service my feet better. Your purpose is to be my foot slave, and if anything should stop you from fulfilling that role, I will have no use for you anymore."

Her words were like a whip, making you realize just how much she depended on you for her comfort. You couldn't let her down, not now. With renewed determination, you licked up every last bit of toe jam and sweat from her soles, imagining how her toes would taste when pressed against your lips.

As she sat there, enjoying your attentions, she dangled one heel above you, teasing you with the promise of more. You were irrevocably drawn to her, to her feet, to the power she held over you. It was a heady mix of fear and desire, but for now, you were content to bask in the warmth of her presence, forever grateful for her allowing you to remain by her feet.