His body quaked with pleasure as he pushed himself up from where he lay. The sound of celebration and chattering filled the air all around him. Mathew let out a gentle sigh, looking around his tiny form to the feet that surrounded him as he gathered his thoughts and reviewed everything that had happened to him recently.

What were they celebrating?

"Cute," Someone said, "Hey Jenny, this one's blue - Like you!"

Blue?

Mathew looked up in time to see fingers coming down towards him. Pain jolted through his scalp as he was lifted by his long hair, dangling naked over the floor. His erection twitched between his legs, the violent manner he was being held onto was enough to get him hard. Then, he was dropped, tumbling onto a cold table. He gasped, looking up as the sound of a cork popping and champagne fizzing filled the air. As Mathew sat up, locks of... Blue hair fell down over his face. He had no glasses on at the moment either.

Laughter. He held the long blue locks in his hands in confusion as he looked up to another person sitting on the couch in front of him. She wasn't paying attention to him, more interested in her idle conversation with the person who discarded him on the table in front of her. It was like stepping into someone else's conversation about a career you don't understand. His tiny mind didn't follow a word that she said to her friend.

He crawled on his hands and knees to the edge of the table, only earning a passing glance to make sure he wasn't trying to escape. Jenny, he presumed her name was, had a pair of UGG boots on, legs crossed.

"Gross, it's rock hard for you," The woman standing next to Jenny said, "These little fuckers are pathetic. Like really?"

Mathew watched as Jenny reached down, taking the boot off her right foot - the one crossed over her left leg. As soon as she had freed it, she flexed her toes to tease him and watched his reaction. The tiny man's heart raced, his body shook as he saw her bare foot now free from her footwear. Both of the women reacted to him, laughing and watching him as he cautiously stood up, erection throbbing between his legs. He bashfully tried to hide it, but it was no use.

"Whatever, I don't feel like chasing them down tonight, save my spells for the ones who don't obey," Jenny said, taking a sip of her champagne.

"Too true," Her friend replied, "It's the new year, gotta' let a Witch relax once in a while. Sometimes it's nice to have an obedient servant. Kick back, relax, you've earned it."

Mathew watched her cross her legs the other way - Bare foot now on the ground, boot playfully teasing him. This time, however, he saw something else attached to her sole. Another crushed body, someone twisted into the tread so deeply they no longer had any red blood to speak of. Their form was pressed into the tread like clumps of mud, a skull with skin and eye looking blankly back at him remained. Arms spread, twisted up into the starburst flower-like pattern of her UGG's sole. She'd obviously been walking on them for quite some time, and he didn't even know if she remembered the dead body was still with her.

She pulled off her boot, and set it aside with the other. Then, with a serene grace, she brought both feet up to the glass table. Heat made steam, radiating around him as the smell from her. She didn't say a word to him directly, more talking about him than to him. As she stretched her heels out on the table, chatting with the person who brought Mathew there, he crawled over to her feet.

"It knows its place," He heard the friend say as he sat at her heel.

Mathew took in a deep breath, choking in the stench as he looked up to the towering toes overhead. He imagined how many others have met their end beneath Jenny's feet, the witch he now served in this world - Until he would eventually find his own fate beneath her. Nose pressed into her warm, soft skin, he began to kiss and lick, obediently servicing the woman as her conversation shifted away from him to other topics. Chills ran down his spine as he sniffed and simply listened...

He had more questions now than answers as he grew into his new role, his new life at the feet of others surrounding him.

At Jenny's feet ~ And it was almost the new year. What a wonderful way to begin 2016...