Uwięziony w sieci rybackie

I arrived home to a mess, still wearing high heels and fishnet hose, I clean up some clothes off the floor, moving around a shrunken man is inside my heels, under my soles! Oh no. I carry on a minute or two but my feet are sore, so I slip off my heels. Now soles in just fishnets I stand on top of this poor man. Last I kick back on the couch to relax my feet up on the table, he moves around a bit squibbling around to escape. I even place my feet flat on the table while fixing my fishnets and use my feet to tap to a little song in my head. He must be terrified up down and bashed on the tabletop over and over.