Completely Indifferent to the Little Man Trapped in My Pantyhosed Feet
You know what you are to me? Nothing. I barely notice you exist. You’re an annoyance. Just an itch on the underside of my foot. Just a tickle of the tiniest sort right beneath my curling toes.
I don’t remember you even being there… or anywhere around for that matter. I’ve completely forgotten all about you and your tiny body caught beneath my bare feet inside my pantyhose. I don’t notice you at all.
Are you even breathing? Did I just crush your little head as I wiggle my toes? Are you helpless, depressed, lonely, gasping for air? Or are you loving it as you’re so very close to me, placed in such a disrespectful position and left to pass your days counting the wrinkles in my soles before I slide my feet into shoes again and crush your entire body?
