The sound of the front door closing signaled the lady of the house's arrival, and Zara's heartbeat quickened in turn. Standing in the threshold to the bedroom, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves and called out. "Miss Killian?"

The rhythmic clack-clack of high heels against stone stopped. "Yes?"

"Could you come up here a moment, Mistress?" With any luck, this would be one of the last times she'd have to use that word. "There's something urgent I need to show you."

With a heavy sigh, the Killian matriarch turned and began ascending the stairs towards her own bedroom, heeding the call of her maid. In the back of her mind she knew it was odd that Zara hadn't made herself available, instead requesting Katherine's presence, but she didn't dwell for too long on it. When she entered her bedroom, her maid was standing against the far wall, arms folded across her chest.

"Well?" Katherine asked, raising an eyebrow. The twenty-year-old maid was barely more than a servant, and it irritated some primal part of Katherine that she had to prompt the girl to speak.

Zara waved one arm towards the bed, drawing her employer's gaze. Strewn across the silk sheets (900 thread count, of course,) were dozens of photos of Katherine with her extra-marital lover, Lorenzo.

It was her turn to have her pulse quicken.

"...What is this?" she asked at last, determined to maintain her composure. Zara grinned and stepped forward. She looked ridiculous in her low-cut, sexed-up french maid outfit, but her leverage was so overwhelming that she could have been wearing bunny ears to match and still felt superior.

"This is you losing control over me. You want to keep your life, right? The maids? The money? The men?" She shot a look towards the bed. "Answer me, Katherine."

"You don't-" Flustered, Katherine glanced around the room, her mind made up. It had hardly been a question, really. Once she'd understood what was happening, she came to terms with the fact that the maid would have to die. It was just a matter of figuring out how.

"Don't what?" Zara filled in the silence. "Don't speak to you like that? Hah! I can do whatever I want now, Katherine, because between the two of us, I'm not the dumb slut who signed a pre-nup before sleeping around on her well-to-do husband!"

"You dare!" Katherine hissed, moving across the room in what seemed to Zara as one impossibly long stride. She lashed out, catching the younger girl across the jaw with a practiced backhand. Zara twirled and collapsed, clipping the side of her head against the foot of the bed.

Katherine knew exactly what she was going to do with the girl. She moved to the dresser, withdrawing a small key nestled in her cleavage, and unlocked the top drawer, the drawer even the housemaid had never had access to. The drawer with something special, a gift from her husband.

"I don't know how you got those pictures, little Zara," Katherine said as she turned to face the injured young woman. A silver cylinder lay against her slender fingers. "And I know, I know, this is the part where you tell me you made backups. A safety deposit box somewhere, or perhaps you just left them with an accomplice alongside instructions to release the photos should you fail to check in." She stood over her former employee, placing her right foot between the girl's breasts to keep her pinned to the ground as she leveled the cylinder at her head. "Unfortunately for you, we'll be spending a great deal of time together in the coming days, and you're going to reveal every aspect of your little plan, whether you want to or not."

"N-no..." Zara whimpered, clutching her Mistress' leg desperately. "What is that...?"

"Oh, this?" Katherine said, chuckling. "This is what's going to kill y-HEY!" The maid lashed out with a surprisingly acrobatic display, kicking at Katherine's wrist. The cylinder fell from her fingers, and Zara caught it in midair, turning it on the other woman. "Hey - hey now, Zara, don't do anything rash," she warned.

"Fuck off." Zara depressed the small button on the side, and in a soft blue flash her employer disappeared, taking the oppressive force of her stance with her. The maid pressed her free hand to her chest, taking the first deep, satisfying breaths she'd had in moments. Slowly, she became aware of a soft tickling sensation coming from her belly, just under her navel. Curious, she lifted up the hem of her shirt.

Standing on her pale flesh was her employer in miniature. Now no more than two inches tall, the formerly intimidating woman looked like a well-crafted doll. She squeaked and stomped in protest, shaking her fist up at the relatively gigantic maid, who covered her mouth in a deep, self-satisfied giggle.

"Oh, this is rich. This is too rich," she said aloud, smirking down at Katherine. "This is what you were going to do to me, wasn't it? Turn me into some little doll for you to torture and dispose of? Hmm?" She reached out and flicked the little woman, giggling again as she fell on her ass. "How devious of you, 'Mistress'."

"D... d-don't you touch me!" Katherine howled, gesturing wildly towards the giantess. "Nothing's changed! You're still low-class trash! My husband will never side with you over me!"

Zara's eyebrows angled upwards, looking down on her new toy with pity. "Oh, honey. Your husband has already sided with me, multiple times. In the very bed the two of you share, no less. And the same bed you and that tall, muscly Spanish guy share sometimes, too." She reached out and picked up the little woman between her forefinger and thumb, marveling at the tiny legs that pathetically kicked out into empty air.

"Hypocrite!" Katherine shrieked, her voice wild with desperation. "Homewrecker! Harlot! Slutty fucking cunt of a maid! Nobody will believe you! Nobody will listen to you! I'll buy your family's lives and execute them for a fucking laugh!"

"Tch, tch, tch," Zara said, shaking her head. "That's not very nice to say. Now, I'm not going to demand an apology - largely because I don't expect I could get one out of you - so I'm just going to skip straight to the punishment, okay?" She brought the tiny woman forward, pressing her against the exposed flesh of her chest. With one hand, Zara restrained Katherine's body to little more than simple wriggling, and with the pinky finger of the other she firmly pressed the tiny woman's face into her breast.

"Don't you dare! Don't you goddamn DA-mmmmmmmmmm!" Indignant little grunts came from the tiny captive as her whole body rocked back and forth, bucking against her phalangical restraints. The red-headed maid grinned and pressed her head deeper into her breast.

"I wonder if I could pop your little skull. Did you think of that, Katherine?" she asked teasingly. "I might be able to press so hard that everything that gives you consciousness splatters against my tit in one tiny crunch. Pretty embarrassing, wouldn't you think?"

"Mmmm!" came the only reply, the tiny woman not hearing - or, perhaps in her panicked state, simply not comprehending - the bigger girl's threat. The air in her lungs was limited, and she was pressed so firmly against Zara's breast that she was already feeling the energy slipping out of her limbs, and her will to fight ebbing away, surrendering to Zara's immeasurable advantage.

"No, you're right. It would be a fitting end, sure, but it wouldn't be much fun, would it?" She lifted her finger, allowing her toy to gasp in a few desperate gulps of air. Katherine almost thought she should leave her face where it was and let herself smother to death; surely, she reasoned, it would be more humane than whatever the tartlet had in store for her. In spite of her reasoning, she drew breath, as is human nature.

"Don't... don't show my husband... those photos."

"Oh, I'm sorry little one." Zara put a hand to her chest, feigning a shocked expression. "Did I give you the impression that you get a say in what happens from now on?"

"You stupid gir-"

"Well allow me to enlighten you, my dear." Zara's voice dripped with smug condescension, and she gently stroked Katherine's head as though she were a hamster. "You've lost any say in how your life turns out from now on. You're nothing more than a toy now, do you understand me?"

"I will not be trea-"

"Of course, I'm not a cold-hearted woman. If you truly, deep down cannot accept your new place in life, I will of course mercy kill you. Like an animal." She smiled and winked. "So what'll it be, Katherine? Should we call it quits right now?"

The shrunken woman paled. "...You can't be serious."

"Ah-ah. I am serious, and if the next words out of your mouth aren't, 'Yes, I understand' or 'No, I don't', well... you're going to find the next few moments very unpleasant."

"Y... Yes, I understand." Katherine was a little sicked with how quickly she obeyed her maid. It had taken little from Zara to gain the upper hand on her, and it had taken even less to bend Katherine to her will. "Don't execute me."

"Ask. No, wait - beg."

Katherine grimaced. "P-please don't execute me, Zara."

The twenty-year-old giggled. "Mmm, the name won't do. Call me Mistress."

"...Mistress, please." Katherine's pleaded with as much emotion as she could muster. She just had to swallow her pride long enough for her husband to get home; he would deal with this uppity little slut.

"What a good girl you are! Yes you are! In fact, you're such a good girl, I'm going to let you cuddle up to your new best friend!" Without giving the smaller girl time to think, she cupped the tiny form and slid her hand underneath her bra, depositing her payload against the underside of her breast. "Aww, I can feel you giving it a hug! How sweet!" Zara stood and began gathering up the photos off the bed, then got right back to work with her household duties, enjoying the wriggling sensation against her chest.

Pinned spread-eagle against the massive breast, Katherine found herself at once humiliated, infuriated, and aroused; it was this last emotion which confused her. She knew she was attracted to power - it was what had drawn her to her husband, even so long ago. He was confident and charismatic, from a well-off family, and his future seemed as bright as his lineage. Part of it had been gold-digging, certainly, but she would have been lying to herself to pretend as though part of her wasn't taken in by his authority.

Be that as it was, however, she had never once fantasized about her lowly maid. Until recently, the very idea that Zara could effectively wield any sort of control was laughable. She was a young, inexperienced girl who had only ever had the one job, serving Katherine and her husband. She was pretty, and Katherine's husband dolled her up in aesthetically pleasing outfits, but at the end of the day she commanded as much respect as a household appliance: as long as she did what was expected of her, she would keep her right to exist.

But now that the once-matriarch was squirming like a bug underneath the breast of a girl younger, bigger, and wholly in control of her, she found herself becoming excited by the idea of serving. She did her best to banish the thoughts from her mind, letting her other, spiteful emotions flourish, but she couldn't quite put a stop to the feelings altogether.

Time passed slowly underneath Zara's breast. The girl's rhythmic motions of cleaning had a hypnotic effect on her tiny passenger, the gentle swaying of her breasts rocking the little girl to sleep, especially in lieu of anything else to do. When she felt herself falling unconscious she twitched, let out a soft plea in the form of a pitiful moan, and succumbed to unconsciousness.

"Wake up!" The booming cry was immediately followed by a powerful blow to Katherine's torso. The tiny woman let out a long, wretched gasp, clutching her stomach and rolling onto her side. Zara grinned, her head propped up on her hand as she lay on the floor. "Naptime's over."

When Katherine didn't respond right away, Zara forced her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head with one finger. She delighted in the little squirms and squeaks of her new pet, and how easily they were overpowered by anything she decided to do. This thought sparked something inside her mind; while she was happy to demonstrate this truth to Katherine physically, she wanted to make sure the woman understood how powerless she was.

"Do you like Chinese food?"

The tiny woman looked up, stunned by the curious nature of the question. "W-what?"

"I asked if you like Chinese food. You know, egg rolls, rice, noodles, maybe some dumplings or something?"

"I... what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, you see, I was just thinking about it because I don't think I've ever seen you eating it, and I've worked here for a couple years now. It got me wondering what other experiences you've never had, things you put off or decided probably weren't for you." As she spoke, the giant woman pressed down harder on the tiny wrists beneath her finger, and Katherine's struggles grew more frantic and desperate in accord. "It's a shame, really, because now you've missed out on them forever. You don't get to do anything human ever again."

Katherine had nothing to say to this. Though she was preoccupied with the mounting pressure on her limbs, Zara could see she was internalizing what she was being told.

"No more people food. No more people TV shows. No more internet, or sleeping in beds, or using a bathroom. No more privacy. No more freedom."

"Stop it! Fucking stop it!"

"Aww, what's wrong? Isn't this exactly what you were going to do to me?" Zara twisted her finger, and felt a small pop against her skin. Katherine's eyes shot open wide and she threw her head back in a protracted howl of agony. "Whoops. Did I getcha?"

"Please!" The shrunken woman sobbed through the pain. "Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I tried to shrink you, I'm sorry I cheated on my husband, what the fuck do you want me to say!? I'm sorry!"

A sly smirk spread across Zara's lips, and she held it in silence, letting Katherine writhe herself to exhaustion. She could see the blood drain from her face when her fallen employer finally looked up, noticing the smile. Good, Zara thought to herself. She gets it.

"I just want you to know, Katherine, that whatever happens to you in the future, it's because I allowed it. Just like you can't even free yourself from my finger, so too can't you free yourself from my power." Zara sat up straighter, lowering the angle of her eyes further. For the girl pinned to her back on the ground, it was more intimidating than even Zara herself believed it to be. "You've become a little trophy for me. My very first slave."

"S... sl-l..." Katherine couldn't bring herself to finish the word aloud.

"Yes, that's right!" The twenty-year-old said, beaming. "Slave! You'll do everything I tell you to do from now on, and in payment I won't turn you into a messy smear on these bedsheets. And believe you me, I am definitely going to be messing these bedsheets up, if you know what I'm sayin'." She lifted her finger and raised herself up, lifting up just enough to sit on the foot of the bed. Katherine gasped and clutched her wrists, gingerly cradling them to herself.

"I don't deserve this," she whimpered, just loud enough for Zara to hear.

"Neither here nor there," the giantess said, dismissing it with a wave. She slid her right foot forward, presenting her foot wrapped in tan pantyhose to the matron-in-miniature. Her toes wiggled up and down as she gave her first command. "Kneel before my toes."

Physically, the motion wouldn't have taken much effort on Katherine's part. She was already laying on her side, and the act of rolling onto her front would be a simple one. Psychologically, however, she wasn't ready to submit to her maid. Though the thrill of powerlessness still festered in the pit of her stomach, to kneel before her sweaty toes was too much. Instead, she pulled herself slowly to her feet, glaring up defiantly at Zara.

"No?" the young girl asked with a chuckle. Katherine braced herself for a swift, violent repercussion. "That's fine. So tell me, Katherine: what's your plan from here?"

"I... w-well, uh... what?"

"Well, you must have some idea of what you're going to do, right? Some foresight into possible futures? You clearly weighed your options and decided that the best thing for you to do, in the long run, was defy me. So what's the game plan, hmm?"

The smug, condescending tone in which Katherine was being spoken to filled her with venom. She wanted to hurt the little bitch, to get her on the ground and keep kicking her teeth in, one by one, stuffing them down her throat with her toes and watch her gag on the blood. She wanted to work the heel of her stilettos in through Zara's eye sockets, feel it squish and pierce through her brain and enjoy the final, dumb noises of the impromptu lobotomy patient. She could almost feel the way her sk-

"Hey!" Zara swung her foot forward, the big toe catching Katherine in the chest and sending her sprawling out across the carpet. "I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. What do you really think you're going to do from here? Because it sure as shit ain't escape."

"...I could," Katherine insisted.

"Oh? How? You're the size of a very small mouse, and a tenth as fast. You have no ability to fight me, no ability to hide from me." She giggled and shrugged. "But sure, let's have some fun. Let's pretend you sneak out the door while I'm not looking. What then?"

The pantyhosed toe settled on Katherine, keeping her firmly pressed against the ground. Pathetic though she knew it was, the tiny woman did her best to seem stoic. "I... I'd get discovered by Paul!"

"Oh, you think your husband would save you?" She seemed to think about this, nodding. "Yeah, I suppose he would - at least at first. He probably wouldn't be so pleasant once I showed him these photos, though. And when I told him that you tried to turn his favorite fling into a bug."

"You... you are not his favorite!" Katherine spat.

"Uhh, yeah, I totally am." Zara rolled her eyes. "We did it yesterday. When was the last time you two did it?"

The little woman's face flushed red and she stayed silent, refusing to meet her captor's gaze. Zara chuckled and continued.

"So yeah. You get found by him and you're basically dead in the water. You'd have to get out of the house altogether, but then you run the risk of getting scooped up by some owl or something, right? Or maybe you'd get eaten by a raccoon. Doesn't that sound fun, Kate? Being animal food?"

Another flash of anger welled up inside her. She couldn't let Zara be right! "I could find a phone! I could call the police and have you fucking arrested!"

The giant woman nodded again. "Oh yes, yes, my angry little girl, you could try! But... do you really think they're going to believe you're shrunken? I'll just scoop you up, nestle you back down in my bra again, and deal with the police while hiding you directly in front of them. You wouldn't even be able to squeak loud enough for them to hear you!"

"I am not a fucking animal!" Katherine shrieked at the top of her lungs. "I'm a fucking human being, and you will treat me with respect! You will take your fucking foot off of me, you will apologize, and then you will do exactly what I fucking tell you to do, you low-life, vapid, insignificant speck of a person! Am I fucking understood?"

Zara stared down at her tiny prisoner, stunned by the outburst. She slid her foot to the side, settling it beside the woman. "I... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, Katherine. I'm so, so sorry."

Getting to her feet once more, Katherine pressed her advantage. "It's not uncommon for people to forget their place, girl. Now return me to my proper size. There's a restorative function on the device as well, it's labeled appropriately."

The maid got to her feet, walking over to the dresser where she'd left the shrinking device several hours before. She reached out to pick something up, but when her hand came back into view, Katherine could barely make out what she was holding.

"What is that? What are you doing?" The tiny woman's questions were at once ignored and answered as Zara silently lifted the cotton swab to her ear, overtly swirling it around, giving her ear a thorough cleaning. "What are you doing?" Katherine repeated, taking a tiny step forward as if to assert her presence.

Extracting the swab from her ear, Zara inspected it for a moment before turning it around in her fingers, applying the other end to her left ear. The entire time, she kept her gaze up off the floor, making the shrunken woman feel overlooked. "Hello!? Answer me, servant!"

At that, the giantess' eyes flicked down to the ground, granting Katherine her attention. "I said I was sorry, Kate." Zara lowered herself into a squat, picking up the little person in her free hand. "And I meant it. I'm sorry I toyed with you. I apologize for not making myself more clear. You need a blunt-force lesson in our new dynamic, I can see that now."

The little woman knew the answer to her question before she asked it. "Zara, what are you going to do with that swab?"

"Open."

In the coming weeks, Katherine would remember this moment as the last time she felt as though she had any shred of dignity.

Using the nail of her thumb, Zara easily held her employer's lower jaw down, and slipped the yellowed end of the swab inside her mouth. Katherine screamed bloody murder from behind her disgusting gag, and the young woman grinned from ear to ear.

"Now that I have your attention, I think it's time I tell you something." She slowly swirled the swab back and forth in her fingers as she spoke, running the foul, bitter taste of her fresh earwax over Katherine's tongue. The sickening combination of warm wax and cotton made the little woman retch, but she was powerless to do anything but endure.

"I hated being your fucking maid. Don't get me wrong, I don't take issue with the profession - but you made it nearly unbearable. You looked down on me, treating me like I was nothing. Like my paycheck was some kind of favor, rather than a fee for services rendered. I spent months daydreaming about getting back at you, so this, this right here? This is kind of a dream come true for me. That expression on your face right this moment is one I'm never, ever going to forget."

The sickness of submission again flared up within Katherine, stronger than it had ever been before. It was so simple for this girl half her age to subject her to any manner of cruelty and humiliation that she desired. She was being put in her place and lectured to like a dog that hadn't been housebroken. The sour taste of earwax sat on her tongue and ran down the back of her throat.

"Sucked that side clean yet, honey?" Zara pulled the swab out, marveling at how much yellow had been removed from the fibers. She snickered, spun the swab, and stuck it back into Katherine's mouth, all before the little woman could utter a single word. "So the point I'm trying to make, little Kate, is that I'll win no matter what. You could have bowed to my feet and submitted to me that way, and I would have been happy. Or, you could have your wimpy little outburst and get a mouthful of earwax - and I'm still happy! That's the point I was trying to make, but I guess your tiny little brain isn't wired for subtlety:

No matter what, I win and you lose."

The two women looked into each other's eyes for a long while. Katherine had never noticed how green her maid's eyes were, but more importantly she had never seen the cold malice in her pupils. This was not being done on a whim. It was deliberate torture and domination because deep down, at her core, Zara despised the little Katherine. She shuddered to think what that could mean for the future.

Without breaking gaze, Katherine began to earnestly suck on the swab, running her tongue against the rough cotton and working the wax out with the tip. Zara beamed, giggling with giddy exhilaration. "Oh yes, little one, that's it. Lick it all up."

Tears stung her eyes, but she continued to lick. Nothing was more important than obeying her Mistress.