Chapter #8Continue by: Drvv   I still had work to do to get her to be mad at me. She smiled back at me and said thanks. seconds later she dropped her little toe with her full weight. I had more space to move.
I stayed put for like 20 minutes again overwhelmed by the sudden increase of smells and aromas around me. I had to be nice, even if her feet really smelled like heaven I had to focus too and keep working and figth the urge to lick the toe or outright eat her foot dirt.
I squirmed, this time to turn my body. I turned to lay on my sides and made exaggerated moves to get her attention, hopefully to make her lose her focus and challenge her. I heard my name above, muffled by the shoe. I knew she was getting impatient, just with the tone of her voice. So I moved again, and laid on my back again under her huge toes. I had the sock fabric all over my face and body. I heard my name again, this time she was almost pissed. I knew I was on the right track and that deep inside the seed of self-confidence was planted. I deliberately wanted her to punish me for disobeying her.
“Stop moving or I stomp you.” She said.
Ah, now we were talking business. I stopped moving a moment, not to blow the evident fact I was deliberately trying to piss her off. But I resumed the squirming after 10 minutes. This time I heard her grumble and she did something unexpected. She arched her foot and it freed me from the pressure. She then rested the shoe on the heel and I went sliding under her foot onto the insole as gravity pulled me towards the heel section of her shoe. I could feel her foot was raised partly outside the shoe leaving half an inch space under it. I slid down until I reached the heel section and gently crashed in the corner. Lady gaga then replaced her foot pinning me down under the heel. Now, that’s less comfortable, really. Heels are unforgiving. I was on my back, my head turned on its side, totally crushed and sinking into the foamy insole. But the pressure went up drastically and I could only suspect she stood up on me, pushing me down. “I said stop moving!” I heard the chair move, and she started to walk. Huge pressure, relief, huge pressure, relief. Yes, that’s more like it. I love being walked on. I absolutely bathe in pleasure both from the motion and from the pressure, but also because her foot became more warm and usually that comes with a bit of sweat. she only went to get a soda from the fridge and came back to sit in from of her microphone and resume painting. I have clients who wear me for their jogging and I can tell you, that’s fucking awesome.
Anyway back to lady gaga, I can tell she’s soft on me. A lot of work is still to be done in order to get her self-esteem and self-confidence to acceptable levels. I aim to one day get her to crush me under her shoes like cigarette while insulting and degrading me with humiliating words. But, one can dream, we’re not there yet.
I stayed put under the crushing weight of her heel, even if she was only sitting. But, like a little devil, I resumed therapy by squirming again. BAM! She stomped down on me. Yeah, that feels good. I kept squirming. BAM, she stomped again. That’s it, stomp me down, crush me, be angry make me suffer. BAM!
And then something happened. She stood and and stomped me several times in a row, harder and harder. She snapped. “Stop fucking moving!” she screamed above me and stomped some more. “Stop it will you? Huh? Can’t you understand English?” Stomp. “Stop.” Stomp. “Fucking.” Stomp. “Squirming!” Stomp.
Ow. I had done it for the day. By making her angry at me to this point I knew deep inside her the seed of self-confidence and self-esteem was growing. Job done. Now I only had to relax until she would get me out of her shoe.
I stayed there under her heel trapped into that compressed position until 11:40 I decided to move around a bit and see what she did. She ceremoniously flipped the high ankle boots upside down and I fell face first on the floor or the Lab. gaga was furious. She walked to me with bare feet. place her little toe on my body and crush it like a cigarette for 1 minute. when that was done you were placed back to high ankle boots for the rest of 9 minutes. After that I took out my portable device and grew up back up to my normal size and went to the sink to splash my face with cold water.
“I am sorry.” She said.
“Oh, well, don’t be. I had it coming. I had a terrible itch that I could not scratch, I am the one being sorry.” I said to her. I walked to device that record her song and listened at her quickly sung song. It looked awesome, but it was unfinished.
“I kind of stomped you hard and you’re the one being sorry?” she asked me a bit oddly.
“Yeah well, it’s okay don’t worry about me, I am fine. You cannot possibly crush me when I am shrunk anyway, so don’t worry. I am just amazed at how you decided to do what you threatened me of. That took me by surprise. I didn’t know you were serious when you said you would stomp me.” I lied. Who cares? This is for therapy purposes. Deep inside myself I had a good time with my client. Everyone wins.
“Yeah, well, I am sorry.” She said again.
“Gaga.... Don’t be sorry. Now don’t make me say it again.”
“Alright. So, hum, can you keep this recording so next time I can finish it?” she asked.
“Of course gaga . I’ll keep it safe for next time.” I smiled  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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