Forgot to post this earlier today.

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Laying on her back, Gia could do nothing but stare at her captor's feet. The toes of which did nothing but taunt her, constantly drumming themselves on her tongue. The unwashed feet which undoubtedly had been sweating up a storm after spending a couple of hours deep inside a pair of boots.

They were perfect to torment her with, smelly enough to cause her suffering for the next couple of hours. Every day this would happen to her, every day at this same time her captor would switch her shoes. Off with her stuffy boots and on with her comfortable flats, Gia.

Despite not having else to focus on, she didn’t quite know how long she had been a pair of shoes. It couldn’t be any longer than a month, she had only been put on 18 times, but sometimes between when she was put on would feel like an eternity.

When not being worn she could effectively do nothing but think, and taste her captor’s sweat as it began to dry and be absorbed into her foam tongue. That was one of the worst parts, of all the places her tongue could end up it ended up on the insoles of both her halves.

She was forced to taste the tired foot of her captor, the sweat it had produced from being in her boots for most of the day. Whenever she was off her feet she could still taste them, almost as if they were a permanent part of her now. Despite all that being bad that wasn’t the worst part, far from it.

The tastes were gross and all but the utter lack of interaction she had with her captor was terrible. She treated her exactly like a lifeless, inanimate pair of flats, no different than she might have treated a pair when she was human. Her captor never seemed to pay her any attention, even though the two knew each other well. Her captor was her coworker Aubree.

The two had known each other since Gia had started working at the office and had gotten decently close. Even closer now that she was clothing. Still, despite the comfort in knowing who her wearer was, Gia still had a question about this whole thing. Why did this happen to her?

She hadn’t done anything to Aubree so why was she now her shoes? Someone she’d find out, how, she didn’t know. Seeing as she could do nothing but think and suck up sweat, finding out the answer would be a bit hard. It would at least keep her mind occupied as she spent each dreadful second stuck at her coworker’s feet.

Finished with watching the cooperate video, Aubree reached out in front of her and shoved her feet into her flats. They were a pretty trustworthy pair, they were so comfortable. Anytime she needed a break from her boots she’d put them on, though that wasn’t all the time. Normally she’d be able to last the day wearing her stuffy boots, but today was not one of those days. She’d only worn the pair for about 20 times in the last 7 months but hey, they only came in handy when they were needed.

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