Andrea at school

        High school, such a dreaded period for many teenagers, but not Andrea.

        Andrea is a beautiful brown haired, Spanish girl with great tanned skin

        and a smile that could make hearts melt. She literally had the world at

        her feet, as we will soon discover.

        “Hurry up, were almost out of time”, Andrea angrily whispered, seemingly

        to herself. I’m doing the best I can came anguished the reply over her

        tiny ear speaker. Advanced Trigonometry was not an easy subject for

        anyone. Andrea could not even read the problems, much less decipher

        them. Her teachers were constantly amazed. How do you do it? You never

        take notes, yet you maintain straight A’s. Andrea always smiled, just

        natural I guess. They didn’t know her secret. The answer is the square

        root of 12.43! came the excited voice. Andrea quickly jotted it down.

        Just in time too. The bell rang 25 seconds later and Mr. Wong collected

        the tests. Andrea gathered her books and rushed out of the classroom to

        her car. School was over for the day. Andrea unbuttoned the top button

        of her shirt once inside her car. Behind the lapel she retrieved a small

        pouch. She placed the pouch on the seat next to her. Come out, she

        hissed angrily. A tiny figure came out of the opening. Andrea

        concentrated and the figure grew to 4”. It was a man. How dare you

        almost humiliate me like that? The man spoke into his wireless head set,

        of which there was a receiver in Andrea’s ear. I am so sorry your

        highness, my calculator was malfunctioning and I could not work any

        faster. Take off that ridiculous head set! I can hear you just fine at

        your size. The man did so. You will be punished when I get home. The man

        just sat in silence. He remembered this girl coming into his office at

        the university. Are you the one who wrote these great math books? Why

        yes young lady. Do you enjoy mathematics? Yeah, but I’ll leave the math

        to mathematicians. With that, she closed her eyes and the math professor

        was no more. He was still standing, but now he was about three inches

        tall staring up at this towering young goddess. He passed out from

        shock. With little ado, she reached down, plucked him up, and put him in

        her purse. Her car pulled into the driveway. He new they were home and

        he was dreading her punishment. He had received many since that day at

        his office, but quite infrequently lately, as he knew the things that

        upset her and tried to avoid them.

        She took him upstairs to her room, saying hi to her mom on the way by.

        Hi Andrea, how was your test. Fine mom, I’ll be in my room, there’s

        something I gotta do. Ok Andrea, dinner will be ready at six. Were

        having Italian tonight. Sounds great Mom, I’ll be down later. She put

        her little puppet on the floor in front of her bed, sat down on the edge

        of the bed and crossed her legs so her one foot was directly in front

        and over him. She looked at him and he started to grow. He was now about

        12 inches tall. He went down to his knees and started crying. Please

        your highness, it was not my fault. My calculator was not working. I had

        to...SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear your excuses. Take off my shoes NOW.

        Andrea was wearing her white Nikes, white socks, blue jeans, and the

        button down shirt. Yes your highness came the sobbering response. He

        struggled, but he was able to untie the laces and pull off the shoe from

        the crossed leg. Now the sock she ordered. Andrea was pleased with

        herself. Here was a 50 year old, ex university professor, who was now

        taking her dirty sock off of her warm foot. She enjoyed demeaning him,

        as she enjoyed demeaning all her subjects. The more important they were

        in their former lives, the more she enjoyed their humiliation. Manual

        labor was not this man’s forte, but under her control, his forte was

        whatever she wanted it to be. You may kiss the royal foot Andrea said as

        she looked coolly down at him. Yes princess Andrea. He put his mouth and

        lips to the warm flesh of her foot. It did not stink, but there was an

        obvious foot aroma emanating. He could taste it in his mouth as it

        filled all of his senses. Andrea smiled. She never tired of this

        feeling. Complete, utter, absolute control over a human being. She

        reveled in this feeling of power. Andrea snapped her fingers, get under

        my foot and lick the bottom of my foot. She liked the sound of that. She

        liked snapping her little fingers, it was so demeaning. Where do you

        rank in my world my little professor? I am lower than the bottom of your

        foot came the muffled response. The sweat that I am licking from your

        soles is more valuable than me because it came from your body. Andrea

        giggled. That’s right, you are just an object to me. I own you like I

        own my shoes. The dust on my feet is equal to you, do you understand

        that? With that she lowered her foot and knocked him down. He laid flat

        on the floor. She lowered her foot so that the middle of her foot was

        right on his face. She pressed down a little and he could not breath.

        She held him there for a minute than lifted her foot. She heard him

        gasping for air and laughed. Are you going to behave from now on? Yes

        your highness, I will not fail you again. We’ll see. Andrea uncrossed

        her leg and crossed over her other leg. You know what to do. He did. Yes

        your highness. He proceeded to remove her other shoe. Now my moist sock.

        Yes princess Andrea. She was a princess, and one of her subjects was

        toiling away with her used sock. You may now kiss this royal foot. Thank

        you highness. Andrea smiled, he was thanking her for the privilege of

        touching her dirty foot. Now the bottom. Make sure you lick all the lint

        off! Yes your highness. After a few minutes she again pushed him down

        with her foot. Again she smashed his face with her sole so he could not

        breath. Andrea pressed down for a minute at a time and released for two

        seconds and repeated. This went on for about ten minutes. It was shear

        torture for the professor. He was deprived of oxygen and only allowed to

        breathe for what seemed a split second. To him, the torture seemed to

        last for an hour. He finally blacked out. Andrea stopped when she no

        longer heard him gasping for air. He came to after a minute. So, you see

        what happens when I get upset, I won’t put up with your crap. If you

        cannot serve me properly, I will just replace you. Do you understand? He

        was crying now. Yes your highness, yes, I do understand. He knelt at her

        foot sobbing and kissing her toes repeatedly. I’m so sorry your

        highness, he said over and over. Andrea sat with a smug look on her

        face. This little slave belongs to me mind, body, and soul she thought.

        She looked down and just enjoyed the moment. The little professor just

        kept kissing.