It was another long, brutal slog of a week for April but clocking off was on the horizon and April's mood picked up. That is, until the email from her boss filtered down demanding that April and her supervisor, Lucy, attend a meeting with one of the board after hours to discuss the loss of a client to a major competitor. April's groan alerted Lucy, who sat opposite. She swivelled around and offered a wan smile.
"Chin up April, it happens. It's a competitive market we can't win everything," Offered Lucy. "I'm sure we'll be fine. I'm going up a little earlier to talk things through. I'm sure it's just a debrief."
"Really?" Said April hopefully;
"Yeah, it will be grand, try not to dwell on it."
April returned to her work focussing on the last of the days tasks as the clock marched towards 5:30. Lucy headed up and five and flashed a thumbs up at April as she passed. The clock sped up and as everyone began pulling her hats and coats on to leave, April sat glumly in her chair before gathering her notes to head up to the upstairs conference room.
With leaden legs, April trudged the short distance to the small conference room. The room was plain and white with a long oak table and a few leather effect chairs scattered around. At the other end sat a neatly dressed woman with curly red hair, perched primly on the end of the table, with a half grin on her face. April felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
"H- h- hi I'm Apr-" began April;
"Sit please," came the calm (but slightly sinister) clipped response. "We're here to discuss your failure to secure a major contract and I want an explanation."
April glances around, "where's Lucy?"
The woman smirks sending the hairs on the back of April's neck standing straight "We'll hear from her in a moment" the woman purrs. She stands and begins to walk slowly towards April. She glances down to see the woman has removed her shoes revealing long, hosed feet.
"I want an explanation, I want to dominate, the market," She begins, making April squirm as she passed by "I want to flatten those that get in my way, the way of the company, don't you agree, petal?"
"Well yes but I thi-" spluttered April,
"Good, we're on the same page." The woman walks to the door and clicks the lock and closes the blinds, "But if you can't secure work for our company, then you are helping our competitors." The woman's pacing takes her back to her chair and she drops heavily into it, kicking her shapely hosed feet up on the table. "If your helping our competitors... Then I need to treat you as I would a competitor. Tell me, what did I say that I do to our competitors?" The woman idly enquires whilst reaching for something next to her.
"You flatten them? But I really think tha-"
April is cut off again as the woman continues, "Lucy, perhaps you have something to contribute?"
"Wait is Lucy here?" Asks April
"Why yes, she has been the whole time"
"I don't understand?! I can't see her here?"
"Look under the table..."
"Under the table?!?" April exclaims as she darts under.
Sat beneath her chair inches from her flats was Lucy. Except not all of Lucy. Lucy stared back wide eyed behind her red glasses. Her straight black hair falling across her big long toed feet, her feet flap about with her black hosed toes fidgeting with her hair. Lucy's fingers wiggle beneath her strong chin as they try to remove the spotty sock that has been stuffed in her mouth. April screams and slides off her chair.
"Lucy! What the fuck happened!" April reached forward and picks Lucy up gently cupping the tops of her feet. April feels the movement of Lucy's toes curling against her thumbs as she, places her on the table. Lucy blinks in the light and blushes furiously as her feet try to hide away, burying themselves in her long raven hair. April is mesmerised and horrified by Lucy's predicament as she watches her strong confident boss and friend reduced to such a vulnerable and pathetic state. April is so dumbstruck that she registers Lucy's saucer-wide eyes and frantically flapping feet as danger until she feels hands on her shoulders, the woman has stealthily moved from her seat and applies gentle pressure to April's neck. April freezes and tries to move but the hands are soft and strong. April's mouth opens to scream and shout, instead April immediately relaxes and feels herself falling, as if falling asleep, the world sinking away as if she's falling asleep.... Far from screaming, she mumbles incoherently as it all fades to black...
...
April groggily opens her eyes, blinking furiously. April is staring up at the ceiling, she tries to stand, immediately hitting herself in the face with her unshod, size twelve glossy hosed feet. A low keening moan escapes her lips as peeks over the soft expanse of her arches and toes to see Lucy frantically paddling the air with her feet, squirming and writhing, at least, what passes for such movement when you are trapped in a disc form. Both ladies are spun around to face the woman in the room, who is now perched on the table.
"Now my lovelies, we are going to get to the bottom of this little mess. Someone is going to take the blame and get punished."
Lucy and April glance nervously at each other paralyzed in fear. The woman's own sizeable feet are placed up on the desk and look over both ladies as she thinks aloud.
"I am of the opinion neither of you really deserve to be restored... I think you are both miserable failures."As she says the last three words, her large feet descend and smoosh the faces of the helpless disc girls before continuing,
"I am not even sure you are fit to lick my boots," she grins and wiggles her button toes suggestively. Frowning as the hint is not taken as both disc girls glance at each other and the woman's hosed feet. She clears her throat and glares at the girls and presses her feet to their lips.
"I mean honestly ladies, you are a dammed disgrace. You deserve to be treated like something I scraped off my feet" the woman gives a throaty chuckle.
"Let us go!" April wails beneath a shapely arch
"Get your foot off my face! Now!" Lucy screams.
"Oh ho, are my objects getting fiesty?" The woman removes her feet from the girls faces and pulls them closer to the edge of the table. She looms over the helpless girls.
"It's not that often I get to play with two big footed girls. You, Lucy, certainly need an attitude adjustment."
Lucy's eyes bulge and she stammers "Wha- wh- what do you mean?" Her feet instinctively try to hide.
"Well, petal, actions speak louder than words..." A sharp nailed index finger descends towards Lucy's exposed long wide arch, her toes flex and curl in a feeble and ultimately, futile attempt to evade the finger. As the finger slides along her arch her face scrunches in despair and humiliation. Lucy hated anyone touching her feet! The finger sent shockwaves through her soles
"Aaaaaaaiiiii! Not my feet, anything but my feheehehehehet!" Lucy squeals!
"Oh petal, does that tickle? Is it too much?" The woman croons as she slowly flexes her fingers in the arches of Lucy's big soft feet.
"Does it make it worse to know you are utterly helpless? I can do anything to you I like and no-one will stop me"
Lucy could say nothing except expel great chuckles and snorty giggles as her black hosed feet curled and flexed. April watched in horror (with mild curiosity) as she watched her managers torment, especially knowing her turn was coming.
"Now petal is it your fault that we lost the contract?"
"NOOOOOHOHOHOOOO! PLEEEEASE! LEAVE MY FEEEHEHEHEEEEET!"
"Are you sure? Is it April's fault?"
"YEHEHEHES!" Lucy screeches " LEAVE MY FEEEHEHEHEEEEET ALONE!"
The woman stops tickling Lucy's feet. Lucy's eye's have teared up beyond her askew glasses. Lucy's feet hide against her face, desperate to escape inquisitive fingers. The woman turns to April, who tries to shrink into the table top, her large long feet suddenly feeling very exposed.
"So, it's all your fault..." The woman grins "So have you anything to say in defense?"
"Well I er, umm, the thing is I-" April's thought remains unfinished as she screams as loud as she can as the woman's sharp nailed fingers are slowly raked down both of her feet, from toes to heels and back. April's toes spread splay as she screams, "AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUUUUHUHUHUHUUUUCK!"
"I just remembered, I don't really care who is to blame; your both my playthings until you bore me" the woman's eyes blaze greedily, "Now you pathetic speck of human trash, scream for your mistress!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEE!" April's toes spread as swift and vicious fingers skitter up and down her exposed long feet."PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE LET ME GOHOHHOHOHOHHOOO!"
"Nohohohoho" mocks the woman, "You are too much fun to play with!"
The woman now pushes both girls closer together and tickles both their feet at the same time. Lucy and April wail and scream as their feet flap helplessly, Lucy's feet are especially animated rubbing and hiding behind April's hosed soles, slapping April's face and generally thrashing around. April's toes spread wide, twitching and slowly curling as the woman's fingers skitter across the shimmering material of her glossy hose. April is lost in a sea of panic, edged with slight excitement as she is utterly powerless to this deviant woman. The tickling rolls on and on. The woman is a skilled and vicious tickler, probing every inch of the big footed girls feet, exposing weaknesses and ruthlessly exploiting them.
The tickling pauses my, my, my" the woman began "you are very noisy".
She slides the girls together, Lucy in the left, April on the right. April's left foot is pulled down and placed in Lucy's mouth, Lucy's left foot is placed in April's mouth. Both girls mumble in protest as the hosed feet fill their mouths, tears well up in their eyes as they glance at each other. The woman claps with glee.
"Mmmmm much better," she exclaims. "Now where was I.... Ah yes...." She proceeds to slowly tickle the gagging feet. Both girls slip into mumbling gales of laughter as their soft wrinkles arches are probed and lightly scratched by an index finger. Both of the ladies free, unrestricted feet are apoplectic, waggling and squirming freely.
"Isn't this nice girls, just the three of us.."
"Mmmmhmhmhmhmhmhm!" April's eyes narrow furiously
"Shush petal, it's rude to talk with your mouthful." The woman grins "I hope you like the taste of each others feet, it's been a while since I restored anyone... successfully!" She throws her head back and gives a throaty laugh. Lucy and April tear up in despair. April and Lucy shriek with laughter.
The woman places the lids on to ball point pens and starts dragging them up and down Lucy and April's trapped feet, delighting as the pens are slowly dragged down soft wrinkled arches elicit gales of wiggling toes and stifled giggles. Both girls are now begging and pleading though the others toes for release. The woman smiles. She pauses long enough to think that the worst is over before scribbling her fingers in their helpless arches and toes.
April's head was swimming, addled with tickling, unable to move, to think, to be anything more than this evil woman's plaything was an oddly sweet torment. Lucy meanwhile was in hell, her massive feet made her self conscious but to have her feet so cruelly exposed, let alone touched and tickled was beyond her worst nightmares. Both April and Lucy were knocked off balance by a knock on the door to the conference room.
"Oh bother," the woman grumbles as she opens to the door.
"Yes?!” she demands opening the door.
A short dainty middle aged woman stands in the door, neatly dressed in a black blouse and trousers, it's the company admin manager, Debbie. "I'm sorry Mistress Diane, but you wanted to know when it was half 6. We have another appointment."
"Oh piss and balls, you are right. Thank you slave. Do you want to see what has happened to your colleagues?"
"Yes, Mistress Diane." Debbie meekly shuffles in.
"Tell them what will happen to them next, my little slave"
"Tell them that they are indebted to Mistress? Or that I you are not really a company representative. I invited you here and offered my colleagues as payment to help pay off my debts to you?"
Confusion and anger race across the faces of Lucy and April.
Diane laughs "that's right. However..." She lets the words hang long enough for Debbie to start physically shaking with nerves, "you spoilt my fun by telling them the best bit. You know what that means..."
"I'm sorry Mistress! Please not again! I-"
"Shut your face. Say goodnight Debbie"
Debbie whines and stamps her feet "Goodnight Debbie" she forlornly waves to April and Lucy, silently mouthing "I'm sorry" as she flinches.
Diane clicks her fingers and Debbie disappears from April and Lucy's view. Diane walks up and scoops something off the floor before placing it down on the table in front of the girls. Both Lucy and April are agog; Debbie was reduced to little more than a pair of tiny fidgeting feet wrapped in opaque black hose. Debbie's toes are left curling and wiggling on table top. April and Lucy stared in horror at the disembodied feet slowly creeping towards their heels. April and Lucy give muffled shouts of help.
"Oh don't bother shouting my lovelies, she can't hear you," Diane begins picking up Debbie's feet and giving them a quick tickle to make them twitch, "but she feels everything that happens to her soles." Diane cackles. "Don't worry though, she'll be fine. I kept her like that for almost a year once," Diane says carelessly as she pulls on her coat "I'd worry about yourselves"
April and Lucy stare balefully at Diane as she slips her pumps back on.
"Now, your colleagues will find you on Monday, if anyone tries to pull thefoot from your mouth, I'm afraid you'll be permanently stuck, Diane says cheerily, "If some sadistic little pervert tries to tickle you and take advantage, you should revert back after a month or so."
She scoops Debbie's helpless feet off the desk "Gotta run my lovelies," she waves as she heads out the door, "Cheery bye!"
April's and Lucy's wails are soon muffled by the door. Diane's malignant laughter certainly wasn't and rings in their ears as she flicks the lights off in conference room.
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