A Normal Day 4 min read

Kate pushed the door open whilst chatting on her mobile with Steph. She paused as normal on the upturned face as its tongue slid over the soles of her favourite black work heels. If she’d looked down she may have noticed that it was almost unrecognisable, a flattened mess of heel marks around a long-since pulverised nose. It would need to be replaced soon. But she didn’t look down, she merely paused whilst it did its work, laughing at Steph’s latest story. She kicked off her shoes and strode into the living room, walking full weight over another of the faces in the floor. The smooth bare skin of her heel split its lip before her weight spread to engulf it completely. She didn’t even notice the tongue dart out to lick her instep, why would she pay any attention to something so normal?

Kate dropped down onto the sofa and listened to the plan for the evening. Her feet rested lightly on two of the penises that protruded from her floor, she rolled one under each foot, her normal massage after a day in heels. She felt them stiffen and begin to strain beneath her tired feet. Seconds later they spat foot lotion along her soles and over her insteps as she told Steph about her weekend. She absent-mindedly rubbed her feet together to spread the moisturiser around, before crossing her ankles and resting her heel on one of the dispensers. Steph would be over in an hour, she needed to start getting ready.

Kate stood up, a penis once again under each of her bare feet as she stretched and yawned. Her hair would do, she thought, and headed upstairs to her walk-in wardrobe. She quickly slipped out of her pencil skirt and blouse and into her favourite black chanel number. At the far end of the room, her shoes sat in neat rows against a mirrored wall, arranged by colour and by heel height. Beneath them, men lay embedded into the floor. Pairs of shoes covered every inch of their naked bodies. Each one, if he could speak, would no doubt have talked with great pride about how his existence was dedicated to looking after those shoes 24hrs a day. Each one would shudder as they told of those that had made mistakes, of those that had not been able to remove a scuff mark or an insole stain, of those who had disappeared.

Kate slipped her feet into a pair of patent black Louboutins as she checked her makeup in the mirror. The shoe holder felt the warmth of her feet through the thin soles as the heels sank deep into his chest, the left heel piercing his skin and pushing through muscle to rest on bone. She puckered her lips to apply lipstick as the right heel slowly joined it. Something wasn’t quite right, the shoes perhaps? She slid into a nearly identical pair of four-inch heels that rested on the same shoe holder’s face, or what was left of it. The hard soles crushed lips against broken teeth as she twisted around trying to get her dress to hang properly. The lips split, ripped, as she began to apply her mascara. What was left of the nose collapsed with a crunch. Kate enjoyed feeling it give way beneath her, she wasn’t interested in what it was, just the feeling of something pressing against her sole yielding to her and disappearing forever.

Kate stepped back to look herself up and down in the mirror, beautiful, sophisticated, elegant. She smiled as she headed back to the living room, thinking of the night of fun she had planned, not the slave who would be crawling down to pick up her work shoes once she had left. She didn’t think of the evening he would be spending cleaning every millimetre of them, of the night he would spend asleep with them resting on his face ready for her to slip into in the morning. It didn’t occur to her that the only sexual release he would ever have in his life was when her shoe leather needed a new coat of protection or when he left his moisturising seed each morning on her insoles. That all his hopes for the future would be crushed without a second thought, a thought at all even, beneath her soft white soles. That his dreams, like those of so many others, would simply seep away between her toes.

Kate’s black heels strode into the living room, not breaking her stride as her sole landed full weight on one of the cocks/massagers. She paused next to one of the faces in the floor as she waited for her nails to dry, the heel of her shoe just resting on its chin, her beautiful lithe body towering over this thing that used to be a man. She poured herself a drink and turned the stereo on with the remote, time to get into the party mood.