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February YCH Commission - Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro
🕑 Added 2024-02-10 20:43:34 +0000 UTCA commission for an anonymous inferior beta foot slave.
Under Nagatoro’s Foot
Senpai: “Please, Nagatoro, I can’t take it anymore! Your foot is majestic, and I did say that I wanted to know how it would feel to be under it, but it was only a fantasy! I didn’t know you could do it in real life! Please, don’t step on me anymore… Unshrink me…”
Nagatoro giggled as the pressure increased.
Nagatoro: “Ohh senpai. I’m never unshrinking you. You’re like a bug under my foot – I could end you easily just by pushing my foot a little bit harder! Here, let me show you just what I mean by that…”
Senpai screamed as the pressure increased, his body struggling to accommodate the sole of a superior female.
Nagatoro: “Enjoying yourself, senpai? I certainly am! Your screams are music to my ears!”
No amount of struggle helped him escape from the massive offending stinker. As much as he appreciated female feet, Nagataro’s foot odour was off the charts! Being so tiny meant that he couldn’t escape that smell. It made him nauseous; sometimes, when a particularly unpleasant whiff came from the area between the toes, black spots appeared in his vision, threatening to cause a blackout.
Nagatoro: “Come on, senpai. You know what I want. You CAN help convince me to let you go… Unless you love being stuck under my foot like an inferior bug, ready to be crushed? I suppose I did preserve my natural foot odour just for this occasion by avoiding washing my feet for a month. Perhaps my glorious foot smell is just too lovely for you to want to be apart from it. I’m right, aren’t I? Who needs fresh air when you can have this perfume for free!”
Her foot stench was too much. Undiluted, pure, intensive Nagatoro’s foot odour was enough to knock him out. Who knows, maybe it’s even poisonous…? He felt weirdly weak and tired – pathetic, like a squishable bug. He shuddered at the thought of what she could have done to his tiny body with a single movement of her toe.
The foot pressure increased, eliciting another ear-piercing scream from him. Yes, he knew what she wanted: total submission from him. To act like an inferior subhuman boy, existing only to cater to any desires and demands. And the only way he could show his willingness was by debasing himself by licking her foot. He tried begging her already, but his pleading only increased her sadistic tendencies. It scared him – is this how bugs feel when they are met with a superior being, entirely at their mercy?
His tongue struggled to reach the soft skin – his neck was already sore from bending it at weird angles and overstretching. After struggling for ages, it finally connected with the sole. The skin was unbelievably soft. The taste was a mixture of salt, vinegar, and dirt.
At the moment of the first lick, he heard Nagatoro moan loudly in pleasure.
Nagatoro: “Ahhhh such blisss… So you do submit… Such a good boy! That’s it, please my foot more! Don’t worry about poor licking skills; we’ll have plenty of time for training, my darling!”
He licked the beautiful sole for a long time. It was difficult to tell how much time had actually passed – being so tiny had some weird effect on the time perception. For some reason, he was extremely thirsty – the more he licked, the more of that delicious foot sweat he desired! He was truly privileged to be able to taste such cool, delicious liquid. Surely, it must have been extremely nutritious, too, as his belly felt satisfied – as though he had a big meal! At this moment, he wouldn’t even mind being kept as her tiny pet – her foot could easily provide him with all the fluid and nutrition his body need. It could protect him from the elements – even now, just laying beneath it provided his body with so much heat!
Now that he got used to her unilluded foot smell, he realized that the stink was pleasantly prickling his nose and lungs. He felt high – it seemed to him that everything would be OK if only that foot looked after him… The smell was definitively addicting – the more he inhaled, the more he couldn’t image a life without constantly smelling that extraordinary stench. He considered briefly begging Nagatoro for a gas mask containing her foot odour when he’s back to the average size – how can you breathe normal air when such a delicacy is available?
As he licked, he could hear Nagatoro moaning and saying things to herself (although there was a possibility that it was meant for his ears) about how she was going to keep him forever, followed by insulting and debasing comments.
He was shocked to discover that he loved being treated like an inferior waste of space. He supposed it was good that a superior female had finally decided to show him who he really was – a weak, pathetic foot-worshipping loser. He realized that he doesn’t want – or rather deserve – to be treated like a real human being.
He is pretty dumb compared to Nagatoro. She’s so intelligent and beautiful – he’s just an unattractive loser. His wants and desires don’t matter – he craves Nagatoro’s orders; he wants to submit. Thinking is too hard; it takes so much effort and energy! She’s the one with the brainpower – why not let her do all the thinking for him? Yes, that is such a brilliant idea!
Being kept as a pet was something he was sure he would enjoy. Sure, he would suddenly disappear, and everyone would probably be worried, but Nagatoro would figure it all out. He could be the kept man – happily serving her lovely feet daily!
Nagatoro gave a satisfied hum. The foot was suddenly lifted off his tiny body, her massive, satisfied face appearing above him.
Nagatoro: “Yep, you’re a keeper. And I’m not letting you go. Senapi, look forward to your new accommodation! Rejoice, I’ll keep you in my smelly shoe when I won’t be using you! Now, pet, get between my toes; you’ll stay there until we’re back home! I hope you’re not afraid of cramped, dark spaces; I will put on my shoe while you’re between my toes! I’ve got so many snacks for you back home – I’ve been saving all my dead skin for months – just with you in mind! Come now, between my toes!
He obediently did. The pressure caused by the toes grasping around him was grounding. He smiled to himself, looking forward to his new life. The darkness engulfed him as the shoe was put on. It was smelly and stuffy – a promising start to his new life!
