Chapter #7Lady gaga by: Drvv   Gaga boots: https://64-media-tumblr-com.cdn.ampproje...
It was a typical Monday morning. I was with my first customer, a young woman who wants to start her singing career, the girl i now by name is lady gaga. At age 20, she did not have many friends and would be what you would call an introvert. She thinks she’s got no talent, no passions, no hobbies, no future and that she has always lived in Frankly, Lady gaga is not a happy girl, she hates herself.
She mostly prefers to be unseen, unnoticed, and she enjoys being lonely. But, she’s a true singer. She sings like a goddess. She loves being alone and a perfect song. She could be a Hollywood screenplay concept artist, but she keeps thinking what she does is worth crap. and when I found out about her, I gave my business card to her decided to come and see me. I’ve been in her shoes a few times already. She thinks having me in her shoes feel like torturing someone helpless and she likes it but won’t go crazy about it. She told me after our first encounters that it felt nice since it was like some kind of vengeance for all those years being bullied by others.
Lady gaga arrived at 9 AM with alone. She looked at me and popped a bubble with her gum. “Hi.” She said with a shy smile when I opened the door.
“Good morning Lady, please come in!” . “How are you today?” I asked.
“Normal.” She said.
“How normal?” I asked playfully.
“Like every other days.” She said nonchalantly, following me to the therapy room.
“Hmm, and what’s our plan for this morning, are you going to sing something?” I asked.
“Yeah okay.” She said and shrugged. I prepared the shrink ray portable device. That device is a marvel of technology since I shrink the remote control along. I always stay in control of my own size I wouldn’t want to fall into wrong hands. I can grow back up whenever I want.
I like clients like Lady gaga because she enjoys using my lab. I call it the lab, but it’s mostly a therapy room where everything is possible. There is TV, sofas, chairs, a fridge with refreshments, good quality speakers and sound system, there is place to move. There is a cupboard with lots of crafting stuff like paint, pencils, canvas, paper, anything you need to draw, write. There is a computer. A treadmill and weights, yoga mats anything one needs to get something done, while having me inside their shoes. The lab is my therapy room. Some clients prefer to go out with me in the wild world. That costs more. Gaga enjoys the lab. When I shrink myself, I wear some lycra clothes that fits on my body, something like a wetsuit but thinner, it’s more comfortable for the women.
Like usual when Gaga arrived I had prepped the lab accordingly and put a microphone in which she could sing. I treat my clients with great service. I am not successful for nothing.
Lady gaga looked at me and I knew her well enough to sense she was shy, but that goes away quickly usually. “So, hmm, I hope it’s alright if I wear my high ankle boots.” She wore black high ankle boots with black soles and well, to be honest she’s been wearing those on all of our encounters so far...so for me it’s a no brainer.
“You have the right to wear what you want lady gaga. As long as you are comfortable and feel good. Do you like high ankle boots?” I said while preparing myself to shrink.
“Yes, those are for the cool girls.” She said while she sat looking at the empty wall.
“Well, anyone can feel free to wear what they want I think. Those girls enjoy sneakers and it's alright. You like high ankle boots and it's also alright.” I tried to make her feel good.
“You’re right. Anyway, so hmm, what do you want me to sing?”
“sing that song you wrote last time here.” I asked.
“Okay. I can try that.” She said while removing her right high ankle boots off with the toe of the other foot. Her feet had black nail polish. “Do you like my nails?” she asked biting her lower lip.
“I do Milady they’re lovely!” Lady gaga started blushing I told her. “Alright, lI’ll shrink myself now. Just put me in your shoe and take me out 11:50 so we can talk a bit ..”
“Yes. Oh and remember, don’t move. I need to concentrate and I hate when I lose my focus.” She asked. This is the focal point of the therapy with Rebecca. You see, in order to get her to develop self-esteem, I have to challenge her, I have to make her a bit upset in order to challenge her and build up her confidence.
“I’ll do my best.” I said, and zapped the shrinking device on myself. Shrinking isn’t really fun, I black out after 20 seconds. The whole process lasts 1 minute-ish when I shrink myself to one centimeter tall. I wake up when I reach the size indicated on the shrinking device, which also shrinks with me. I secured the device in my side pocket and looked up.
Gaga looked down at me and smiled. “It is always amazing to see this. You’re so small. She comes closer holding her high ankle boots in one hand and picks me up with her giant fingers. “Are you sure about this?” she asks me.
Being very small, I just nod for her to understand this is. I could live a my whole life under her foot. Lady gaga smiles and sighs.
“Anyway, this is weird. Have fun with my foot and don't move.” She says as she drops me gently on the warm surface of her high ankle boots fabric insole. I know that specific high ankle boots since I’ve been in there a few times. It’s a normal boots belonging to a beautiful woman. In real time, I had no time to look at the surroundings, I only had time to duck and lay down on my back fast as she did put the on the ground and then inserted her little toe into the high ankle boots and onto me. Her foot took all the available space, pushing me down and pinning me down under its massive weight. I rested on my back under the arch of her foot.
Tho even if it all happened fast, since I stayed in that shoe for almost 3 hours I think it would be interesting for you to know more about those “normal high ankle boots”. Black high ankle boots with like the sole of the shoe is all black. The insides are all black, logos faded on the insole as those shoes have been worn many times. The insole has Lady gaga’s foot shape beveled into it. The whole environment is quite dark and uninviting but something, for me, as a really deep rooted foot and shoe fetishist, is quite appealing. The smell.
When you stick your nose into a woman’s shoe, usually you get all the subtle aromas and mixed sources of smell all at once into your nostrils and that complex odor can be the source of ultimate joy for someone like me. However, when you’re shrunk and plucked inside said shoes, all of those odors come to your nostrils sometimes mixed and sometimes separated. It’s mostly like entering someone’s house, if you go in the kitchen it smells like spagetthi sauce cooking and when you go into their bedroom it smells like flowers etc. Same concept happens in someone’s shoe. For instance, when you bury your face in the insole where the person’s heel goes, it smells different then when you bury your face where their toes rest. I have some clients who have extremely smelly feet and shoes, some less. No shoe is a like another, I have yet to find two which smell the same. Down in people’s shoe, I am a scientist. I analyse. My sense of smell gets overwhelmed; my mind goes racing to identify the faint and details of each aroma. Leather, cotton, foam, rubber, dirt, foot sweat, dried foot sweat, damp heated foot sweat, dried skin, body lotions and soap, perfumes, foot sweat again. Is it musky? Is it a bit salty? All of those powerful odors rush into my nose and I get excited as fuck.
Gaga’s feet smell like heaven, hard to describe, even maybe pointless.
And down there under the her little toe, inside her high ankle boots, time went slower and my mind calmed as the artist above me started to sing. I could feel her heartbeat, the blood flow in the veins of her foot pressing me down into the insole. I love my job.
After an hour of projected ecstacy in my head, and I knew my break was over and I had to get back to work. Build up that girl’s self-esteem and make a name of myself and prove that paying for my services is worth it. I started to squirm a bit at first. No reaction. I squirmed some more and heard my client’s goddess like voice muffled from outside the high ankle boots. “Stop moving down there!” Good, that’s it, I had to get herself to be confident enough. I had to challenge her so she would go over her normal self. I had to get the bully out of herself and be her victim. I squirmed some more.
she lifted her little toe. I stretched myself until my eyes were used to the light outside. “Hmm, I am sorry to disturb you, but like, you really have to stop squirming in there because I lose my focus. Please? You did that the other day too, and I told you not to. It’s just very annoying when I am singing. Okay?” I nodded. But that wasn’t enough, she was still too easy on me. Still asking me if I could “pretty please” stop moving. No..
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