Originally this was supposed to be a short caption but I just couldn't stop writing.<br /><br />Text:<br /><br />Up until a few days ago, Mary thought that her fetish was unattainable. She always wanted to be a pair of socks for someone, no one in particular just someone who would treat her as if she was an ordinary pair of socks. It was just a fantasy, she knew she could never really become a pair of socks so, she learned to grow solace in the captions and stories she read online. While scrolling through her news feed she found an ad for a way to make her fantasy into really, at least the dominating part. It was for Darcy Domintrax, an amateur dom trying to make a few bucks.<br /><br />What caught her eye about this specific ad was that it said that Darcy would be up for anything. Well, Mary thought, she may be up for me being under her. Mary knew that the closest she could ever be to achieving her fantasy was to undergo a little foot dom, and Darcy could help with that. Writing down the address on the ad she figured she could stop by when she had a day off soon. Arriving at the address, she was shocked.<br /><br />It was just a regular house, nothing about it screamed that it belonged to a dominatrix, at least until she was let inside. Around the house were bondage tools, sex toys, chains, anything a dom might have to use on their client. Although, Darcy was even more shocking. She was just a plain-looking young woman, not too beautiful, not too eccentric. Settling herself in, Mary started telling Darcy what she wanted to happen to her. As she got up to how she always wanted to be a sock Darcy interrupted her saying &#8220;Y&#8217;know that&#8217;s possible right.&#8221; In an instant, Mary replied, &#8220;How, show me!&#8221;<br /><br />Pulling out her spell book she recited a spell and before Mary could comprehend that she was looking at a real witch, she became a pair of socks. &#8220;I suppose I should&#8217;ve let you talk about how you wanted me to treat you, but you foot fetish people are all the same. You probably just want me to treat you like a regular pair of socks, and yes, I will. I&#8217;m surprised you didn&#8217;t know that witches were real, then again most people don&#8217;t. Well, that&#8217;s enough talking to a pair of socks, I don&#8217;t want to look crazy.&#8221; Grabbing one of Mary&#8217;s bodies she shoved her foot inside. <br /><br />As she felt her toes adjust themselves on her thin fabric, Mary couldn&#8217;t help but lose herself in pleasure. This was exactly what she wanted. She knew all about the tastes, smells, and feelings involved, but that was all through stories online. She didn&#8217;t know what it was like firsthand, until now. Finishing putting both halves of Mary on, Darcy grabbed her rancid pair of sneakers and slid them, subjecting her to horrid smells. Then again, to Mary, they were probably heavenly. The rest of the day went by as a blur. Just smells, tastes, weight, and pleasure for hours on end, at least up until she was taken out of her shoes as Darcy got ready for bed.<br /><br />&#8220;Well socks, now&#8217;s the time for you to make a choice.&#8221; Darcy told her &#8220;I can either keep wearing you, take you off and put you in the laundry hamper, or take you off and leave you in my sneakers. It&#8217;s up to you to decide how you shall spend tonight, you dirty little pervert.&#8221; Waiting for a response Darcy wiggled her toes in her transformed client. Although it would be a while before she may even get a response, Mary was still so wrapped up in being her socks that all other things were unimportant to her now.<br /><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.