The Diary of Reed: The Beginning

It all started yesterday! One minute, I’m on a plane that landed in Atlanta, Georgia. The next minute, my view became somewhat blurred. It was like looking out of some tan colored mist. Actually more like a tan net – soiled with the sweat of some high seductive Mistress. Her name is Lilith. I only call her Mistress, that is, as she commanded me to. I’m not liking this – not one bit! Most of all, I am starting to get tired of this sweat dampened nylon that She has left me tied off in. I am even growing tired of trying to figure out what She is going to do to me tomorrow. The only thing She did was drop me in here and said, “get some rest little man….you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” Well….maybe I can write a bit about just what took place…..

“They’re gorgeous aren’t they. I have been wearing them since I left Las Vegas,” Lilith said. The plane had just landed. At the same time, I was trying to figure out what this little hellcat was trying to convey to me. It isn’t often a woman would just kick her shoes off, simply asking me what I thought of them. It was at this point, I began to wonder if She noticed that I had been staring at Her feet and shoes. They were absolutely gorgeous. They were perfect with her business suit. Lilith was wearing tan colored hosiery with black suede pumps on. The heels were kind of curvy in design – what I would call “killer pumps.” When She removed Her feet from Her shoes, She did nothing more than expose Her nylon clad succulent toes. I soon got my answer – the reason, that is, how She knew of my foot fetish. “Well, Mr. Reed isn’t it? You are such a good author. Why, I have always wondered if you really wanted to actually live through many of the things that you have written about,” Lilith said.

I couldn’t believe what She said. Once She said this, She winked at me and blew me a kiss. The very second She blew this kiss, my view soon changed. I knew something wasn’t right at all. My whole new position in life went from an author sitting in a passenger seat of a plane that had just landed…..to a position of being “wedged.” I found myself wedged between two soft yet big objects. Accompanied with this tight feeling was this hazy view now of the outer world. I began to panic – and the only thing that seemed to calm me down was this sudden heavy scent of perfume. It wouldn’t have ever given me any thought had I not written something like this three years ago. This scent is similar to nylons that would often be sprayed with dashes of women’s perfume. This caused me to finally look through this hazy mist, distorted by tiny squares, only to see Lilith – now a giantess and smiling as She looked down at me. It was then that I realized that this wasn’t a hazy mist at all. What I was referring to as a mist was nothing more than a sweaty nylon….that covered my very essence. I can still remember those last words that She said to me….once the plane landed and came to a complete stop. “Welcome to slavery, little one! I know you’re cold down there – and drenched with my sweat. Don’t worry though, it’s quite warm where you’re going,” She said.

I suddenly found myself heading backwards…..and then engulfed in darkness and heat. It was then that I realized that Lilith had slipped Her foot back into Her shoe…..with me as a welcomed shoe mate! My mind couldn’t take it. Not only was I overwhelmed by the scent of the shoe, which shockingly wasn’t smelly, but strong with Her perfume. The heady aroma caused me to feel a little high – almost like on cloud nine. To make matters worse, the heat index that built up inside the shoe was suddenly causing me to feel nauseated. The whole experience reminded me of riding my first roller coaster. Motion sickness was definitely in the works for me – a shrunken man now with a new giantess owner in life.

Well, that’s how I ended up here…still trapped in the nylon that She wore the entire trip. I still do not yet understand Her intentions. Once we arrived at Her home, mind you, a lovely home from what I could see, She immediately kicked Her pumps off Her feet. Looking down at me, as I regained consciousness, She ordered me to remove all my clothing. I did so until I was completely naked. She reached into her damp nylon, took my clothing away from me, and then dropped a pencil and journal inside towards me. I was just naked and cold, but no colder than She appeared to be. “This is your dairy My little pet. I want you to write about your experiences with Me….for MY gain of course. Get some rest little man….you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow,” Lilith said.

And so this is where I am in life – writing for my life if I must say. I long for tomorrow….as I continue to write in my nylon cell – left sitting inside of a smelly old Ugg boot. At least She was nice enough to leave a light hovering over the boot so that I can see. Frankly, I am afraid of what will happen next. I have got to get out of here…..To Be Continued