A floor below and a hallway away, I sat inside the tall leather boots of my master. Megan considered it far too cruel to lock me away in a box but she still wouldn't let me roam free in her bedroom after my escape attempt under her watch two months earlier. This is what lead to her dropping me inside whatever shoe she had easiest access to, that is if she was not carrying me on her person or within her purse. Megan thought that it was something that I should enjoy, because it left me encased in her presence the whole time that she and I were apart. Megan, I realized, thought that despite being the only one who could free me from slavery that I somehow looked at her like I would a girlfriend. She believed that every minute I was apart from her was some form of internal torture.
Meanwhile in reality, I dreaded every time that I felt her foot steps crash against the floor and send quakes across my world. Right then, at that moment, I could feel her mighty steps cause tremors as she burst through the door to her single room and without a second thought came to the gigantic black leather boot she kept me in. Her face dominated my view as she peered down the shaft of her boot at me. I stared up the long black shaft to see her rosy, dimpled cheeks, shiny pink lips that were broken into a smile, and her dazzling green eyes that merrily rested on me. “Hey there, little guy,” She said in the cutesy voice she used to address me, “Sorry it took me so long, but my professor just kept talking and talking.” I watched as she brushed a few of her fiery red locks back over her shoulder while she spoke. Atop her curly red hair was a lightly colored winter cap dusted with snowflakes that seemed to make her whole head shimmer.
Megan continued to speak about the boring lecture her professor had given while she lifted her boot up and then took a seat down at her desk. I still couldn't quite grasp why Megan always felt the need to fill me in about her day as if I was waiting on her every word. I had started to get the feeling, that if I shook this warped world view she possessed, that we were some sort of item, that I would spend the rest of my life as nothing more than an insole that she used in a pair of boots that she wore only on horrifically hot days. “I'm going to let you out now, 'kay?” She asked with a broad grin across her face.
Before I could even register what was happening, Megan had upturned her boot and I came tumbling down the shaft to land between her massive feet. Megan giggled with artillery-like noise as I crash-landed in a heap perfectly equidistant from each of her sneakers. I quickly righted myself as I looked out at what pair of shoes Megan was wearing today. It seemed she had chosen her sporty black Adidas with the white stripes to go frolicking about the snow in. I looked back up at Megan as she flung her massive boot across the floor and just leaned down while she smiled at me. Her massive hand extended and then her fingers gently ran over me in a carefully practiced petting motion. For some reason I found my hands wrapping around her index finger, and she smiled down at me with her gigantic, dazzling white teeth before she said, “You are adorable, little guy.”
She then pulled her hand away before stretching in her chair, she extended her legs out before her, crossing them casually as she rested the heel of her shoe neatly on the ground. “Come on up, little guy,” She said as she wiggled her foot. Megan loved to watch me climb her body, and I personally enjoyed it more than most of the tasks that she forced me to do. Every time I was walking up her fully clothed was a time that she wasn't using me as a dildo or 'playing a game' with me. Megan's idea of games that she and I could play often involved her almost injuring me in some way, and I was always afraid when she said that she was in a playful mood. So, I quickly began clambering up Megan's shoes and then slowly climbing up her long denim jeans.
As I reached her lap, her hand came down and scooped me up on to her desk. Megan's finger poked me in the stomach as she got a devilish smile across her face. I didn't like that smile, it was the kind of smile that seemed like nothing more than a pretty girl's upturned lips until you saw the fierceness in her eyes. In those green eyes you could see something that was just off. Those were the eyes Megan got when she came up with a game.
Without warning her finger flicked hard against my chest, sending me sailing into the wall her desk rested against. As I slowly came to a standing position, I had to duck out of the way as Megan flicked a small wad of paper at me. Megan began to giggle as she then began to flick other wads roughly the size of my head toward me. I quickly started running across her desk, looking for a way down, all the while ducking as she flung more pieces at me. As I rushed toward the edge of her desk, she hit me square across the back with one, and I was surprised by how much it stung. I tried to take cover behind a small stack of books, and I quickly stared at the wad she had struck me with. It was like a very compacted spitball, like the kind that children will sometimes shoot off in a classroom at a substitute teacher. Megan had probably been working on a small collection of these for a while.
Her voice boomed from above me, “Now, now, little guy. There's no hiding in this game.” Suddenly the cover of the small book stack was lifted up into the air by her gigantic hands. I heard her drop them on to the ground with an enormous crash, before she resumed flicking her dense spitballs at me. I jumped, juked, and rolled across her desk as I realized that there was no way to get down on the side I was running for. As I rushed toward her laptop cord, preparing to use it to slide to the ground but Megan planted her enormous hand in my path, creating a wall of pink flesh. At the same time she landed another hit on my side while saying, “Don't try to ruin my fun, little guy. Or you'll have to wait till after dinner for a reward.”
I gulped as I backpedaled away from her hand. Great, I thought, the purpose of this game was to win a reward, which meant I was going to get stuck somewhere inside of her after this. I continued to run though, every time it looked like I might stop Megan flicked me into the wall before trying to pelt me with spit balls again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she ran out of ammunition. She then let out a great sigh, as she said sadly, “I guess the game's over, cutie.” She then gently wrapped her hand around me as she rose from her chair and walked toward her bed.
Megan dropped me down on to her bed with a massive grin spread across her face. I lay there, staring up at her massive form and then suppressing a shout of fear as she swung her leg up onto her bed and then clambered on to it completely. Megan towered over me as she sat there on her knees, with me directly beneath her crotch staring up at her. “I thought as a nice reward today, that I'd be on top. This way you won't have to work so hard,” Megan then winked down at me as she removed her belt and undid her pants before pushing them down her thighs. However, Megan didn't remove her clothes, she just slowly began to descend toward me.
As her enormous form started to envelop my whole world in shadow, Megan's hand came in and gently lifted me to a standing position, I turned back to see her give me a smile and wink as she said, “Just stay right there, little man.” I stared up into the gaping lips of her vagina, which she slowly parted with one of her hands so that as her body lowered on to the bed it enveloped me entirely with ease. As always, my instincts kicked in and I started to squirm within the sticky instant trap that was my master's pussy. I then felt her rise back up, then lower back down again, and her body then began to grind against her bed causing me to shift about. I gasped for breath the few times that she actually rose completely off of me. I didn't know how long she was just humping into my whole body before I heard from somewhere high above me, the rattling moan that was her orgasm. I was carried away with her as she rolled over on to her back, my upper torso still within her.
Her fingers grasped around my legs and yanked me out, and I was immediately welcomed by her cannon-like giggles as she said, “Oh you. I'm glad you wanted to stay in there, but your master is done.” Megan then carried me up to her mouth, and she licked me from my toes to my head with her enormous tongue. She let out a low 'mhm' before saying, “I love it when you taste like me, little guy.” Megan dipped my lower body into her mouth; sucked on me, ran her tongue all across my lower body, and yanked me out before I could get any kind of sexual release. She then threw me up into the air and I quickly tumbled end over end before she caught me amidst booming laughter, with my whole body upside down. Megan's lips then pressed against my head, slowly parting as the upper half of my body was brought into her mouth. The inside of her mouth was warm and humid, then her tongue licked around me, wrapping around my body with crushing force before finally she yanked me out without letting go with her tongue. My whole chest and head were pulled through the spiraling prison of her tongue and then across her pink lips, my skin catching clumps of lip gloss as I went.
Megan then set me back down on a wad of tissues she had placed down on her night stand at some point. She grabbed a couple and cleaned off her own crotch before turning to watch me laying amidst the small nest of kleenex she had placed me in. Her hand came down and gently stroked my body as she said, “You really are perfect, little guy.” Megan then rose up off her bed, and tugged her pants back on, she wiggled her hips as she fastened them, zipped, and then cinched her belt closed. Megan then picked up her huge cell phone off of her nearby desk, flipping through messages before saying to me, “You know, little guy, this is why I shouldn't let Jennifer ever pick the restaurant for family dinner.”
She then held her phone in front of me, as if I wanted to read the enormous text that she had received. With it blazing in front of my eyes though I had no choice but to read it, 'idk, what do u want?' Megan then shoved me into the tissue pile, and rolled me around several times before deciding I was sufficiently clean to carry around. “I guess I'll have to go talk to her, she's probably with Stacey anyway,” Megan said as she dropped me into her coat before putting it on. I could feel Megan's huge steps as she walked out the door, each one felt like it could bring down skyscrapers.