Inspired by some of @Zafvod's old captions.

This is my final caption here, at least for right now. I might write some more in the future, as well as a couple stories, but that's to be determined. Comms are still open, as well as dms, and as are trades. Thank you all for being such a great community. So, until next time.

Comms open: Commission Sheet

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Well, well, well, you little bitch. I’m so glad you got to join us on our special day. I know you thought you could tear us apart, but I guess you didn’t think I’d get wise to it. It’s clear that you didn’t, I know your posh ass would never become something as low as this.

You’re not even my high heel, just its insole. God, how lowly is that. You won’t even appear in our wedding pictures, though I don’t mind. Both Mark and I are gonna leave you in the past as we tie the knot. After all, you’re just his crazy ex who tried to get back with him.

As we get to celebrate our special day, I get to show you who's boss, and to step on you. God, how I’ve longed for this. You don’t know how good it feels to feel your flesh turned foam body being squished beneath all my weight. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, though I hope not.

I know it will be tough tonight, so here’s what I’ll do: I’ll make sure to include you within all proceedings. Whenever I think of it, I’ll be sure to shift all my weight into the heel you’re in, giving you the full brunt of my 150-pound self. I know you’re going to love that. 

Just as sure as how much you’re going to love all my foot’s extremities. As you probably already noticed, you’re still able to taste and smell. I hope you’re enjoying the scent of my foot, I made sure to use some strong scented strawberry soap just for you, I know how much you ‘love’ that smell.

That and, well, the flavor of my soles. I made sure to wear my thickest pair of socks all day so my foot sweat must be just delightful. I almost wonder how it must taste, probably really salty. That and whatever garnish of dirt and debris that covers my foot.

Besides that, I hope my sole itself doesn’t taste too bad. I wonder how it must feel with your tongue stretched over your entire body. It probably feels really weird, probably as my heel stomps on it or when I scrunch my toes above it.

Just so you know, the musk and flavor of my foot will get worse as the night goes on. I have the habit of constantly being on my feet, so more work for you. You’ll certainly grow tired of it, but there is nothing you can do about it. All you need to do is make my foot feel comfortable.

Which you’re doing right now. Y’know, you make quite a fine shoe insole. You make my foot feel real good and have just the right level of support. You’re going to make a nice addition to this high heel. That’s right, I’m keeping you like this.

You were worthless otherwise, and you now have something important to do. Although I probably won’t wear you a lot, at least in this heel. I might switch you out with another insole, maybe introduce you to my gym shoes. Well, anyway, it’s about time for me to walk down the aisle. Hope you enjoy this night, I know I certainly will. 

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