"Little Payback" Pt 1 (2 Part Photo-set and Short Story) Th..

"Little Payback" Pt 1 (2 Part Photo-set and Short Story) The other night, I was undressing and getting ready for bed after a particularly long day. I looked down and noticed something moving around in a pile of new socks I had on a chair near the bed. Leaning over to take a closer look I noticed what it was, a swarm of these tiny people-like things that keep popping up all over my house. I couldn’t really tell what they were doing in there, but I didn’t really care either at this point. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve gotten tired of finding them crawling around in my things or underneath me, trying to sneak up close to my body. I decided it was about time I have some fun with them for once. As I watched, they started to scatter and run towards the entrance of the sock, noticing me overshadowing them. I quickly grabbed it by the open end pinching it shut and casually lifting it as I walked back to the bed. I could feel the tiny forms within tumbling down towards the toe section and grabbing onto the fabric as I jostled it carelessly. Sitting down roughly on my bed I crossed my leg and dangled the clear sock in front of my toes as I stretched and cracked them, using my free hand to caress and wipe my foot. Looking down towards the see-through material of the sock I smirked at the tiny things moving within and slowly lowered it downwards, stretching the opening as I pushed my wiggling toes into it. Dragging the soft skin of my sole and toes across the fabric I pushed my foot all the way into the toe section of the sock. I could see the small bodies clinging onto the inside of the sock as I rolled them under my sole and felt them pressed into its folds. A group of them scurried around towards the toe section, frantically moving as my toes wiggled into the area easily overcoming and grasping them under and between what must have appeared as massive walls of flesh. Pulling the sock tight and feeling my little captives squirm and slide into place under my sole and between my toes. I giggled to myself at the absurdity of the situation but couldn’t deny the feeling of absolute power it gave me. Plus, isn’t this probably what they really wanted anyways, I mean why else would they be crawling around in there? Leaning back onto the bed I wiggled my toes, enjoying the feeling of the tiny moving forms being pressed beneath and between them, and the squirming ones pushed into the bottom of my foot struggling against the fabric, felt kind of like a strange little foot massage. Realizing that I was becoming a little turned on, and that I probably wouldn’t be the only one who’d enjoy this, I laid across the bed and grabbed my tablet, turning it on and posing on the blankets facing the standing mirror nearby to take a few pictures of myself. Raising my leg and stretching my toes within the tight sheer fabric I watched them struggle to maintain their positions and felt some of them slide across the surface of my sole as I shook it slightly. Giggling to myself I continued to take a few pictures of them moving around on my sole and fighting against my wiggling toes, laughing at the pitifully ironic situation they found themselves in. If they had wanted to be close to my feet, well, this was pretty much as close as they could get right? Leaning over towards them I snapped a few more pictures and spoke down towards them. “I don’t know why you all seem so freaked out, this is what you wanted right? I saw you crawling around in my socks so I figured you’d much rather be in there with my warm, soft feet all over you, wouldn’t you? Is it as good as you hoped?” As I spoke to them I slowly laid back against the pillows of my bed, pushing my tiny captives away from me as I stretched out my legs and pushed my soles and toes against the surface of the blankets, pressing the tiny forms into the now somewhat sweaty flesh of my foot and enjoying the feeling of them moving as I trapped them underneath, surrounding them with the feeling and satisfied knowing what little air they could breathe would be filled with my essence. For a few moments I enjoyed the sensation of them twitching beneath my soles and clenching them between my toes, lifting my foot to allow some of the outside air to wash over them periodically. I browsed the internet on my tablet, checking my recent messages, for a while forgetting about them beyond the pleasant feeling of rubbing their tiny forms underneath my feet. Eventually my relaxation was interrupted by the strange movement of a few of their tiny forms suddenly spasming and writhing violently under my sole. Feeling a warm and wet sensation on my skin around them I sat up with a start realizing what was going on. Grasping the edge of the sock I pulled it down to my heel and opened it beneath my heel, tipping my foot and watching the tiny bodies roll out onto the blankets. Pulling the sock back up I quickly laid back down, rocking the area of the bed their tiny forms were on and shifting my leg to form a wall around them as I rested my foot against my other thigh. “Wow, I can’t believe you got so worked up just from being in my sock. What a bunch of filthy little perverts you are. I know what you were doing in there.” I said speaking down towards them on the sheets between my legs as I shifted myself forward on the bedsheets, resting the towering form of my womanhood and ass, with the thin layer of my lingerie stretched over it, onto the blankets overshadowing their diminutive bodies. Watching them roll down towards me, struggling against the incline created by my weight resting on the blankets I giggled and continued speaking towards them. “You know it’s not really fair that you all get to have so much fun and I hardly get to have any of my own. I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it’s my turn to feel good for a change.” (Continued in Part 2)