Time-Out: Nancy's Way (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

“Sounds like someone’s not as jazzed about the fun-filled time we’re going to have!” Nancy teased in response, as she sauntered deeper into the room and took a languid seat on the armchair positioned in front of the coffee table where Scott was marooned. Crossing one svelte leg over the other, she proceeded to slide that black-leather mule shoe off, raising her now-bare foot into view just past the precipice of the table, while palming the fashionable footwear. “But that’s all right by me. I wasn’t expecting the warmest how-do-you-do from you, dear. And I’m not just going to ignore the elephant in the room, what with some of the… unfortunate choices that were made between you and I in the past. So, let’s just start things off on the right foot here, by saying I’m sorry for what happened before, Scott. Really I am. I promised your Mommy I’d take good care of you, and I meant it, but I suppose I’ve got to convince you, too. Well, you’ll be happy to know that there won’t be any out-of-bounds horseplay this time. No, sir. Everything we do together is either going to be something that I know for a fact you’ll enjoy. Or it’ll be something that stays strictly in the bounds of your R&R program. I mean, let’s face it, hon, you’re not exactly shrunken like this to be on a 24/7 vacation. The idea is to help you come to terms with all your past mistakes, and make right for them all. The most vital kind of education. But, you must know that all too well already. I’m certain Judy makes sure of that. All I’m saying is… these three days are going to mark an important turnaround for you and I. In a good way. Now, why don’t you march over here, and climb on into this little clubhouse I picked out especially for you?”

The shrinker scrutinized every word Nancy spoke. Whether he believed her fully or not, it was actually nice to hear an apology for her past transgressions that sounded sincere, when she could’ve just as easily gave a villainous cackle and told him he was going to be the house-arrest equivalent of her prison bitch, since there was no one here to stop her. Then again, in almost the same breath that she vowed to turn over a new leaf and foster an amicable warden-inmate relationship here, the giantess held the black mouth of the so-called “clubhouse” that was her empty shoe up to the table’s edge. Which pretty immediately killed any fleeting hope Scott might’ve had that anything was going to be different about this time, since Judy and his siblings had hardly even pulled out of the driveway, and already he was destined for some in-shoe not-so-solitary confinement. Trying not to get too discouraged, and reminding himself that this was inevitable no matter what he’d said or done, the boy wordlessly paced toward the giant palpably-humid leather cask of Nancy’s mule.

“Hold up there a minute, sweetheart,” she whispered, just before Scott could get up the gumption to voluntarily board the shadowy sole-aromatic shoe vessel. When the one-incher looked up at her face again, Nancy was incorrigibly nibbling the corner of her lip like a flirty tavern patron while a certain electric zeal showed in her wide eyes, not even trying to be subtle. “Why don’t you go ahead and take off those silly clothes first? Trust me, it’s liable to get toasty in there, especially after you’re sharing the space, and your mother would never forgive me for giving you heatstroke. Then again, you probably remember for yourself what it’s like, so you don’t have to take my word for it. Come on, now, hon. Don’t be shy.”

After the whiplash of Nancy’s earnest apology turned into an invitational command to climb inside her shoe, Scott could hardly feel surprised that she wanted him nude for it, too. And the diminutive lad had spent so much of his adolescence and now-young adulthood in his miniaturized birthday suit at the powerful feet of his mother, sister, and all their friends and acquaintances, the shame factor of being naked had long ago worn off. This was just old hat now. Yet as the one-incher obediently stripped articles of clothing without meeting Nancy’s gaze (even though he could feel her staring at him with intense fascination), he couldn’t deny that some of his aversion was renewed by the novelty of being in this particular spit-fiery giantess’s exclusive clutches for so long, minus even partial supervision from Judy. Much as he wanted to ignore that feeling, sweat was beading and his heart was thumping again in the way it had years earlier, before he was accustomed to the vulnerability and humiliation of this ritual. But Scott refused to let this anxiety show in his body language. Abandoning his tiny clothing on the coffee table, and guessing he wouldn’t be seeing it again for a long while, he took the final steps to the edge of the platform, now overlooking the steep black slide into the muggy leather-redolent cavern of Nancy’s proffered mule.

“Almost there. One more jump, now. You can do it,” the woman encouraged with lullaby-gentleness that creeped out Scott more than if she’d harshly demanded instead. “Auntie Nancy’s got it all warmed up for you and everything.”

Still wondering what possible kind of sick logic could make her believe that he would actually be comforted by such a cutesy familial nickname, considering the definitely non-family-friendly activities that had transpired between them in the past, Scott stifled an uncomfortable shiver, then did as he was told. Despite his lowly size, the trip down the slope was thankfully fleeting, and leveled off quickly as Nancy held it straight once her shrunken passenger had reached the center of the insole. Right away the boy could unfortunately tell this was a pair of well-loved shoes, as his keeper’s deep-arched feminine footprint was fossilized permanently into the thin-padded inlay slab. Very little of the shoe’s gold-imprinted brand name remained legible on the base, having mostly peeled off. Shallow craters were left in the specific shapes of her toepads, the ball of her foot, and her heel, with the insole’s once-glossy black material having weathered and worn away to a grayer cloudiness from repeated trampling and probably sweat marination. Even with moderate light and air still allowed to enter the mule, as well, Scott could literally breathe in the excessive use this shoe had received, perhaps over entire years. It was an earthy smell combined with the leather odor, salted and bitter as he remembered, though tinged as well with probably-excessive sprays of floral perfume and eucalyptus balm rubbed off from her body that were sharply noticeable, but nonetheless still overpowered by less-pleasant flavors.

“See? Nothing to it,” Nancy said, beaming in at him from above. Gradually her hand clutching the mule descended, thus revealing more of her monumental figure through the opening while also making it possible to readily position her leg overhead. “Now, I’ve been doing some serious reading, and all those R&R guidelines suggested I give you clear directions. You know, a little mission to accomplish while you’re in there. And I’m sure I will. Eventually. But you also know that I’m not always a fan of playing by the rules. Don’t you, hon? So for now, especially since it’s been a while… too long, as far as I’m concerned… since you visited the inside of my shoe, I say we should just use this time to get reacquainted. No need to bother with any silly instructions yet. Don’t think too hard. I just want you to get good and comfortable in there.”