The security checkpoint loomed ahead, and you could feel Jess’s foot pressing down on you with every step she took. Her weight was relentless, her sole molding your body into the shape of her sneaker. You were nothing more than a living, breathing insole now, and the thought made your cheeks burn with humiliation. The warmth of her foot surrounded you, the firmness of her arch pressing into your stomach, while the ball of her foot shifted on your chest slightly with each stride, flexing and flattening you in turn. You could feel every muscle in her foot working as she moved, and it was both suffocating and strangely intimate.
Jess’s voice floated down to you, muffled by the layers of fabric and rubber between her foot and your ears. “You doing okay down there, Ted?” she teased, her tone light but laced with that dominant edge you knew all too well. She didn’t wait for an answer—not that you could’ve given one even if you tried. Her foot pressed down harder for a moment, as if to remind you of your place, before easing up slightly. “Just relax. We’re almost through.”
You wanted to respond, to tell her how miserable this was, but all you could do was lie there, helpless and flattened beneath her. The sensation of her foot moving against you was overwhelming. Every step she took sent a jolt through your body, the pressure shifting and grinding you into the bottom of her shoe. You could feel the sweat on her sole, the slight dampness seeping into your clothes, and it only added to your discomfort. Yet, despite it all, there was something undeniably thrilling about being so close to her, even if it was in such a humiliating way. You hated how much you secretly enjoyed it.
As Jess approached the metal detector, she suddenly stopped, and you heard her shift her weight slightly. “Oh, Nicole!” she called out, her voice bright and cheerful. “Could you do me a favor?”
“Sure, what’s up?” Nicole’s voice was perky and oblivious as always.
“Can you remind me that Ted’s in my shoe? He's just so comfortable in there that I might forget,” Jess said, her tone dripping with faux innocence. She knew exactly what she was doing. Nicole’s memory was about as reliable as a broken clock.
“Wait, he’s in your shoe?” Nicole gasped, her voice rising in surprise. “Oh my gosh, I totally forgot! Poor Ted!” There was a pause, and then she added, “But like… why is he in your shoe again?”
Jess chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her foot and into your flattened body. “It was his idea,” she lied smoothly. “He said it would be fun.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet of him!” Nicole cooed. “He’s always so thoughtful. But don’t worry, Jess, I’ll totally remind you! I’ll make sure he’s okay!”
Jess’s foot pressed down on you again, and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice. “Thanks, Nicole. You’re the best.”
You groaned internally. Jess knew full well that Nicole would forget within minutes. Her absentmindedness was legendary, and Jess was counting on it to make this entire ordeal even more torturous for you. The thought of being completely forgotten, trapped beneath Jess’s foot for who knows how long, made your stomach twist with anxiety.
The line moved forward, and Jess stepped through the metal detector without issue. You felt a brief moment of relief—until she shifted her weight again, her foot rolling slightly as she adjusted her stance. The sudden movement caused you to stretch and flatten even further, your limbs splaying out awkwardly beneath her. You were starting to feel like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe, and the thought made you cringe.
“Alrighty!” Jess said brightly as she slipped her shoes back on. “Let’s go find our gate.”
You heard Nicole giggle somewhere nearby. “This is gonna be such a fun trip! I can’t wait to see Hawaii!”
“Me neither,” Jess replied, her voice warm but still tinged with that teasing edge. “And I’m sure Ted is excited too.” she whispered to herself.
Excited wasn’t exactly the word you’d use. You were trapped, crushed, and utterly at Jess’s mercy, and there was nothing you could do about it. As Jess began strutting through the airport again, her confidence and dominance radiating with every step, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Yes, it was humiliating and uncomfortable, but there was also something about the way she moved—something powerful and mesmerizing that left you both awestruck and a little turned on.
Her foot flexed again as she walked, the muscles in her sole pressing down on you with deliberate precision. It was as if she was savoring every moment of this, relishing in the control she had over you. You could imagine the smirk on her face as she walked, knowing full well how helpless you were beneath her. And yet, there was a part of you that couldn’t help but admire her for it. Jess was always so in control, so confident—it was one of the things you loved most about her.
Nicole’s voice broke through your thoughts again. “Hey Jess, what time does our flight leave?”
“In about an hour,” Jess replied. “We should have plenty of time to grab a snack before we board.”
“Ooh, perfect! I’m starving,” Nicole said cheerfully.
You groaned inwardly at the mention of food. You hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and the hunger was starting to gnaw at you. But trapped as you were, there was no way you’d be able to eat anything anytime soon. You were completely at Jess’s mercy, and she showed no signs of letting you out anytime soon.
As they approached the food court, Jess slowed her pace slightly, her foot pressing down on you with more weight than usual. You could feel the tension in her sole as she shifted her balance, caving in your squishy chest and clenching your face between her toes. It was as if she was reminding you once again of your place—beneath her, both literally and figuratively.
“Hey Nicole,” Jess said casually, “what do you feel like eating?”
“Hmm… maybe a burger? Or some fries?” Nicole mused.
“Sounds good to me,” Jess replied. “Let’s see what’s around.”
As they wandered through the food court, Jess’s foot continued to press down on you with every step. The pressure was relentless, and you could feel yourself flattening even more beneath her. It was becoming harder and harder to keep track of time, trapped as you were in the darkness of her shoe. The only thing keeping you grounded was the steady rhythm of her footsteps and the occasional sound of her voice.
Jess and Nicole found a table in the food court and sat down, their conversation light and carefree as they dug into their burgers and fries. You felt a slight shift in pressure as Jess’s foot relaxed beneath the table, but it was hardly a relief. You were still trapped, flattened and immobilized, while the tantalizing scent of their food wafted down to you. The aroma of the juicy burger and crispy fries only made your hunger more unbearable, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as you heard them munching away.
Meanwhile, your nose and mouth were practically glued to the damp sole of Jess’s sneaker. Her potent foot sweat and the faint tang of toe jam overwhelmed your senses, a bitter reminder of your place beneath her. It was humiliating, knowing they were enjoying their meal while you were stuck savoring the taste of her foot.
Neither of them so much as mentioned you during the entire meal. Jess seemed completely indifferent to your plight, casually chatting with Nicole about their upcoming trip and laughing at some inside joke you couldn’t quite catch. It was as if she’d forgotten about you entirely—or worse, decided you weren’t worth bringing up. You wanted to scream, to beg for even a scrap of attention, but all you could do was lie there, helpless and ignored.
Jess’s foot shifted slightly under the table, her toes curling against your face as she leaned forward to grab a fry. The movement pressed her damp sole even harder against your body, and you could feel every ridge and contour of her foot molding to your form. It was a cruel reminder of your situation, one that left you both humiliated and strangely captivated by her dominance.
As they finished their meal and stood up to head to the gate, Jess’s foot pressed down on you once more, her weight returning in full force. “Ready to go?” she asked Nicole, her tone cheerful and oblivious. Jess, of course, knew full well that you were there, trapped under her foot. While Nicole had forgotten completely that you were even with them on the trip in the first place, just as Jess had predicted.
You wanted to scream, but there was nothing you could do about it. All you could do was endure, flattened beneath her foot as she strolled through the airport with Nicole.
As they finally reached their gate and settled into some seats, Jess crossed one leg over the other, her sneaker still firmly planted on the ground—and on you. The ramped up as the weight of her crossed leg pressed down onto you, unable to move or speak. You could hear the murmur of conversation around you, the occasional announcement over the loudspeaker, but it all felt distant and muffled. It was going to be a long trip. You could only pray that Jess's dominant streak wouldn't last for the entire vacation, and you would actually get to enjoy some of the tropical destination with her and your sister.
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