Made as a part of another trade with <a target="_self" href="https://www.deviantart.com/91bb" ><img class="avatar" width="50" height="50" src="https://a.deviantart.net/avatars/9/1/91bb.png?10" alt=":icon91bb:" title="91bb" /></a>. They provided the image and the prompt used. Thank you for doing another trade with me. Make sure you go check out their great captions!<br /><br />Their half of the trade here: (when they post it)<br /><br />The image used doesn't belong to me and I will remove it at the behest of the copyright owner. I claim no ownership of the image. Image found here: <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.reddit.com/r/NylonFeetLove/comments/16mp7ud/do_you_deserve_to_be_down_at_my_nylon_feet/">www.reddit.com/r/NylonFeetLove&hellip;</a><br /><br />Text:<br /><br />This is all I get to see nowadays, Kelly&#8217;s gargantuan toes flexing in front of me, teasing me. If I would&#8217;ve known that this was how she&#8217;d keep me beneath her then I&#8217;d never have vied for that promotion. You see, ever since I started off my job at the office my coworker Kelly and I had bad blood between us. I don&#8217;t really know how or why we disliked each other, but we did and that&#8217;s all that mattered. She always saw me as beneath her.<br /><br />We worked in the same, small department, at least up until recently. The office began to advertise to us how whoever performed the best that month would move up a peg in our building, and me and Kelly desperately wanted that to happen to us. We were both sick of each other and so we worked our asses off. Finally, it reached a point where our boss told us that the promotion slot was between me and her, and that was when she got her plan ready. <br /><br />I didn&#8217;t know this until after the fact, but, she had somehow acquired a genie. How exactly, it still remains a mystery to me, anyway. That night the genie granted her two wishes. To get her the promotion and to get me under her. Granted, that&#8217;s not exactly what she wished to happen to me. In fact, she wished for me to become one of her work flats and to be practically forgotten by everyone but her. That&#8217;s how smart she is, it would&#8217;ve seemed weird that her competition suddenly vanished ensuring her the promotion, to be honest, I wouldn&#8217;t have thought to do that. <br /><br />That following morning was terrifying, I woke up to her nylon-clad feet outstretched above me. I couldn&#8217;t move but I could still talk somehow. I immediately started begging her to transform me back but she put her foot down, metaphorically and literally. She told me that I could now only talk when she told me to, otherwise, if I did she wouldn&#8217;t hesitate to through me in with her garbage. Now, 6 months later, I&#8217;m down here. <br /><br />Initially, she mocked me but she soon stopped, I figured it was because of how worthless she saw me now. Despite how much we hated each other it was nice that she at least talked to me, even though it was to emphasize my position under her. Now, I&#8217;m just left alone with my thoughts, I can do nothing but watch her toes flexing by me as she worked, unknowingly teasing me. So here we sit, me as her shoe and Kelly with her promotion.