Brought to Heel

Ellie let herself fall down onto the bed, clutching at the pillow as she buried her face into it and soaking the cotton pillowcase with her tears. How could Jessica do this to her? After two years to just end it so cruelly, so suddenly. Ellie wished she could disappear completely, fade into oblivion and just make this numbing pain go away.

At 24, Ellie was small and cute, with naturally wavy light brown hair. She had beautiful greenish blue eyes like twin aquamarines gemstones of flawless beauty. Her pale and soft flesh made her slender four foot, eleven inch frame seem impossibly frail. Her full and firm breasts seemed much larger than their actual 32 C on her petite body, yet also seemed to somehow fit the whole beautifully. A somewhat flat bum descended into her slender shapely legs, culminating in a pair of small yet perfectly proportioned feet that would have been any foot fetishists dream.

After two years Ellie had finally gathered up the courage to tell Jessica about her foot fetish. Two years of wondering how she would react, two years of living with the guilt of hiding such a deep and powerful urge from the woman she loved. She had finally felt like she could not hide it anymore and had to come clean to Jessica.

It had all fallen apart. Jessica had been stunned at first , which had quickly given way to anger. Ellie had resented that her opening up to Jess had caused the latter to lash out. Tempers had flared. Harsh words had been exchanged . And in the end, here was Ellie, laying on the bed in the guest room at her best friend's Tricia crying her heart out at the pain of the loss she had suffered.

It had always been the same for Ellie. Everytime she gathered the courage to bring up her fetish for heels to a woman she had grown attached to, her admission was met with anything from ridicule to anger. Jessica had the latter reaction. She had felt betrayed that Ellie had hidden this from her for so long. The girl had tried to explain that she had been hurt and tormented so often that she was terrified to open up about it now, but Jessica had refused to budge. In the end Ellie had driven away, tears in her eyes to go and seek refuge with her friend.

Tricia had always been a rather odd person, but she had one thing going for her. She had always accepted Ellie as she was. The two had been friends since kindergarten and had shared so many secrets Even though Ellie had always felt that there was a little something different about her friend, even if she could not quite put her finger on it.

Her friend stood an average five and a half feet, with deep brown almost black hair. She had pale skin as well, but unlike Ellie's, it was the chalky white skin of someone who simply did not spend enough time outdoors, Her eyes seemed to be a deep deep blue until studied closely in bright light when they seemed to take on an almost violet hue. Ellie had never in her life sees eyes quite as striking as Tricia's

She and Tricia usually got along so well that sometimes Ellie regretted that her friend was an Incorrigible heterosexual. There had even been a time when Elle had wondered if it might be possible, but has never really put any serious thought into the notion.

Perhaps Tricia could have been beautiful , had she allowed herself the chance to be, instead her friend dressed in what could best be described as strange ceremonial garb which she would have imagined on a sorceress in a fantasy movie. Her home was filled with what Ellie would only have described as various knick knacks the like of which she had never seen anywhere else, the use of which she could not possible have begun to fathom

A light rapping tore Ellie from her sobs and she heard Tricia's soft measured voice from the other side of the closed door "Ellie, sweetie, are you all right? Do you need to talk about anything? Just let me know if you do" the heartbroken young lady lifted her head and turned to the door but did not reply. A few seconds later she sank her head down to the pillow.

There was silence for a few more moments and Tricia called out again "Well, in any case I am here, so do not be shy if you need to talk" The petite girl heard her friend's soft footsteps receding down the hallway outside the door. She rolled over in her bed and for what seemed like the thousandth time, checked the messages on her phone. Ellie let out a deep sigh, still no messages from Jessica.

Another soft tapping on the door awoke Ellie with a start and she realized she must have dozed off. Tricia's voice again called out to her "Come on sweetheart, you can't spend all day locked up all alone like this, it isn't healthy, at least come out and have a little bite to eat. I just finished making some pasta for supper.:

Ellie turned to the door and yelled out to go away, but Tricia's voice sounded out again "I have had enough of your attitude and it is really starting to weigh on me, now open up right now and let's talk about this, I am your friend and I want to see you happy."

Ellie rolled out of bed with what seemed like a herculean effort and took the three steps needed to cross the room, unlocking the door but not opening it. She returned to the bed and laid down on it as Tricia came to sit beside her. She laid a gentle hand on the heartbroken girl's shoulder and just stayed like that for the longest time, attempting to give comfort to her friend through a simple touch.

It was Ellie who ended up breaking the silence. In a weak, quasi imperceptible voice she spoke "You know, I really thought it could be different with her. I thought she might be able to understand the needs I have." Tricia let out a sigh and squeezed her shoulder a bit more firmly, listening to her friend.

The hand moved from Ellie's shoulder to her hair, stroking it gently. She spoke slowly, trying to find the words to console her suffering friend "It's not easy for some to accept. I know you felt like you had to tell her but try to see it from her point of view. Your desire to be stepped up on is pretty far beyond a normal foot fetish. I've known you my whole life and even I was taken aback when you told me."

With a deep sigh Ellie rolled over and looked at her friend, who continued to stroke her hair gently "I really wish I could just forget these urges, but they are so strong. I can ignore them for a while but they always come back stronger and more intense in the end" She closed her eyes and just let herself relax, enjoying the gentle caress of Tricia's hand in her hair.

Tricia just smiled as she saw Ellie relax, whispering softly as she leaned in close to her ear "If that is what you truly wish, don't give up. You will make it a reality my pet" her voice was deeper and more confident than usual, flowing like honey.

Ellie felt quite inspired as she listened to her friend's voice. She knew she would experience her ultimate fantasy. Her breathing slowed as she continued to listen to Tricia's suddenly powerful voice. The words made no sense at all and she was suddenly chanting in a deep contralto voice that was so soothing.

The world suddenly seemed bigger to Ellie, and kept getting bigger and bigger, it became harder and harder to focus on anything but the chanting of Tricia's voice as the world seemed to shift and fade in and out of focus. Tricia herself seemed to grow to the size of a giantess, towering far above the entranced Ellie. Her own skin became more leathery and shifted shape, everything seeming to flow so naturally into its new position.

She saw the soft sole of Tricia's beautifully formed size 7 foot approach her, not comprehending what was going on yet, only understanding that her arousal was overpowering as the foot loomed ever more massive as it approached. Time seemed to standstill for Ellie as still the foot approached until all she could feel, all she could see, all of her world became Trish's delectable toes, perfect arches, soft silky smooth soles and sensuously round heels.

The foot settled down on her, in fact, it slid into her. There was no pain, only a sense of purpose as her form shifted slightly to welcome the divine foot of the goddess Tricia has become. Ellie felt herself shift as the weight settled and pressed down on her being. With startling certainty she realized what had happened.

Tricia had changed her. Somehow she had become a shoe. But that was not quite right either she realized as a sense of dual awareness swept over her. Her perception seemed to refocus and once again she could see and sense Tricia's foot coming towards her. This time everything seemed to be a mirror image of the previous. Instead of the foot coming towards her, Ellie felt like she was being lifted towards the foot. Whereas before the toes had decreased in size from right to left, this time they increased. An even more stunning realization swept over her.

Ellie had not become a shoe. She had somehow become a pair of shoes. Her mind remained her own however and by concentration she suddenly realized she could shift her focus from one shoe to the other. And by focusing in a different way she could be both at once, in the fashion that our minds can process information from both eyes at once. Ellie could experience the sensations that each shoe received.

The toes pointed at her and suddenly she was engulfing them, feeling them slide inside her as she encased them in leather. Her awareness became that of the whole shoe as Tricia's entire foot slid in. She could sense the warm moisture of her soles, her tender soft pale skin slightly damp as it came to rest in the bottom of the shoe. She could sense her form shift ever so slightly to accommodate Tricia's weight as she stood. Her shape adjusted ever so slightly to hug the curves of Tricia.s foot. Ellie was in heaven.

The first step Tricia took rocked Ellie to her very core. Every sensation she had just experienced was accentuated with every step. The weight as the ball of her friend's foot came down atop the three inch heels pressing down firmly against Ellie's being. The weight of her friend being slowly distributed from heel to toe. Then another step, and another.

Her whole awareness was focused on the foot. She could sense every wiggle of Tricia's toes, every bead of aromatic musky sweat that formed on her soft soles as she walked. Her mind was in overdrive, trying to process each new experience as it happened. A deep sense of overwhelming euphoria swept through her. For a foot fetishist on Ellie's level it was much more transcending and overwhelming an experience than any orgasm she may ever have felt as a human.

Her sense of self spiraled out of control into a maelstrom of overwhelming emotions, the individual moments of pleasure merging into a torrential flood of passion and pleasure. And then it was over. Ellie was back in the guest room on the small bed. Nothing seemed to have changed in the room but when she looked at the time, she was shocked. It read 4:37 am. The last thing Ellie remembered, Tricia had been telling her to come to dinner. But one other thing caught her eye

A small envelope was propped up against the lamp on the desk next to the bed. Turning on the lamp, Ellie picked it up and opened it slowly. Inside was a note and a dozen photos of a pair of beautiful shiny black leather heels with a 3 inch stilettos. The photos seemed to tell the story of the wearer's night out, as she went first to Dinner, then out dancing and finally for a stroll through the park while focusing on the heels themselves.

Ellie studied them in disbelief as she almost felt that she had experienced each moment herself, but the recollection was hazy. She set the photos down on the bed and looked at the note, her heart nearly freezing in her chest. Her mind raced as she lay back down on the bed , her hand falling to the side as it dropped a beautifully handwritten note .

If you ever want to be brought to heel just let Me know.