Erin Sims was the only Daughter of a very rich family. She grew up watching her Mother, the matriarch of the house, Boss her Father and Brothers around relentlessly while she was treated like a princess, doted on by her parents and shielded from every hardship. Her Father and brothers would do all of the housework while she and her Mother would lounge around doing whatever they wanted. 

   At meal times her Father would cook while her brothers scurried about the dining room, setting the table and cleaning the floor so she and her Mother's shoes wouldn't have dirt on their soles as they enjoyed their meal. When the meal was ready the girls would sit down and the boys would serve them. Erin and her Mom would enjoy their meals and when they'ed had their fill, the boys could then stand in the kitchen and eat what was left.

   Her Mother told her Brothers that they needed to make their precious Sister's comfort and happiness their top priority in spite of the fact that they were all her senior by at least three years. They were not allowed to tell Erin no regardless of what she asked them for, they were not allowed to persue any of their own daily goals until all of her wants and desires were fulfilled and she had dismissed them and they were not allowed to tell her that they were only doing it because Mom said so under threat of being kicked out and cut off.

   When she was in high school, any time Erin mentioned a boy she liked, her Mother would have her Father tell them that they had to ask her out and obey her every command while they dated or he would have them killed. Everyone knew how rich their family was so any boy who was told this believed it, especially after one boy dissapeared when he didn't ask her out after being told to.

   She had walked in on her Mother and Father having, what her Mother called, sex, which consisted entirelly of her Dad going down on her Mom. (after Erin was born and her Mother didn't want any more children, her Father was no longer allowed to fuck her. He was allowed to jerk off but not in her preasence.) When her Father died her oldest Brother was told that his Mother's sexual gradification was his responsability, since she had no interest in a new relationship (Training a new man was too much of a hastle.) so on more than one occation she had walked in on her Mother sitting on her Brother's face.  

   As a result of her upbringing, Erin believed that all boys loved waiting on girls hand and foot. She could have anything she wanted from them, every whim instantly fulfilled. She even went out of her way to push the boundries, trying to find some degrading task that a boy would refuse, like making them lick her shoes or being her toilet. No matter what she asked for they would comply with a smile. It was all so boring.

   Then in college she met a guy that her family hadn't gotten to. He was from a poor family but he was just soooo hot. At first she was confused, until now all she had to do was show the slightes interest, a smile, a wink, and they would come running, practically begging her to go out with them, but this guy would just turn red and look away. She decided to make the first move for the first time in her life. 

   "Um, excuse me. I've been smiling at you all through class. Why havent you asked me out yet?" asked Erin.

   He had a shocked look on his face as he looked over each should then back at Erin "Um do you mean me?" he asked incredulessly.

   "Who else would I mean? I'm looking right at you." she said sounding annoyed.

   He looked down at her expensive black leather flats and turned an even brighter shade of red and said "Well I mean, your like the prettiest girl in here so, I thought you were way out of my league."

   "Well duh obviously I am, but I like you anyway." she said smiling.

   "I don't know. I mean a guy like me, dating a girl like you is probably just asking to get his heart broken when you cheat on me or dump me."he said.

   She couldn't belive it. Was this guy really refusing her. She had never felt so shocked, or turned on,  in her life. Erin was used to getting what she wanted just by demanding it so she demanded "First of all I never cheat. The bond between a girl and her boy is sacred. Trust me, if we're together, yours is the only face I'm sitting on and if you don't want to get dumped then just keep me happy. Anyway I think you're cute and I want you to be my boyfriend so..... you're my boyfriend now and that's that!"

   He just sat there, his face as red as a tomato and as she scanned her new prize up and down she noticed a tent had started to form in his pants. "And it looks like your body agrees with me." she said before grabbing him by the hand and leading him back to her dorm so he could use his tongue to clean up the mess he had made in her panties.

   As it turned out her new boyfriend was a total masochist, which was ironic because out of all of the guys she had ever dated he was the first one that wanted to be dominated by her but also the first one who didn't always just obey her. He loved worshipping her feet and going down on her but he hated toilet duty. He would complain every time but breaking his will became her favorite game. It was exhilarating, for the first time in her life there was something that required effort.

   After college they got married. Her Mother was so proud when the priest said "You may kiss the bride" and Erin, instead of removing her viel, just lifted her dress slightly revealing her shoe, hovering a few inches off of the ground and pointed at him, waiting for him to kiss her foot instead of her face.

   They had a happy marriage in spite of the fact that, unlike her Mother, Erin never let him touch himself. She didn't like the penis or testicles, she thought it was gross, all vieny and harry and wrinkly, getting hard without permission, revealing his dirty thoughts. She was going to force him to have them removed until he showed her the science of how he wouldn't be able to feel desire for her without them.

   It was a good thing she let him keep them since she eventually decided she wanted a child. She only let him fuck her once. It was the only time in her life that she didn't feel like she was in complete control and she hated it. Thankfully once was enough and she had a Son.

   For the first time in her life there was a male that she actually Valued beyond what he could do for her. This precious little boy was to be protected, cherished and loved unconditionally. You wouldn't say that he was the center of her universe, since she was a woman and therefore superior. After all she was the center of her own universe, but she was going to make sure that SHE was the center of his universe too.

   Her husband wanted to name the boy after himself since he was the fourth of his name and his family's tradition would be for his first born to be the fifth but Erin wasn't having it, the boy was hers, not his weakling Father's, so just to spite her husband, she wanted to name the boy after herself. But Erin was a girl's name and she didn't like the way Aaron looked on paper so she turned the "n" at the end of her name sideways and named him Eric.

   After Eric was born his Father was reduced from sex-slave to just slave. The only time he was allowed near her pussy was when she needed the restroom. She hated toilet paper and decided that as long as her husband's tongue was there for her to use there was no need for tissue. Still, being allowed to lick her, even just for clean up, and keeping his shoe cleaning duty (even if he had to do it while she wasn't waring them) was enough to manipulate his masochistic mind and keep him completelly devoted to her.

   Erin was becoming less and less interested in her husband. she was almost at the point where she wanted to just hire some staff to take care of the cooking and cleaning and just through him out when the comet passed through Earth's atmosphere.

   The whole world was in a panic. It was all over the news. A comet, the size of a city, was on a collision course with Earth. Everyone thought it was the end of days.

   Erin's reaction was odd when compared to most, she was filled with rage but also excitement. She wasn't used to things being beyond her control and now she was faced with something that would end her and her Son and there was nothing she could do about it and it was making her heart beat like never before. She needed a way to vent her frustrations and elations in these final hours and if she did it right, she might just have an amazing orgasm in the process. 

   Her husband was almost relieved, his pittifull life would finaly be over. The days of being tormented by his unrequited love would at last come to an end. But Erin wouldn't allow him to be wiped out like everyone else, he was much lower than that. If he was going to die she would be the one to do it. She had taken everythng from him and now she would subject him to the ultimate domination and take the last thing he had to offer, his life.

   Erin called her husband out onto the terrace of their penthouse condo and told him to lie down face down with his face pressed into a cussion from her patio furniture. He knew what she was up to but couldn't help but get aroused. At least in his final moments he would get to experiance his beautiful wife's cold endulgence of his fetish. 

   She pressed the sole of her shoe onto the back of his head in an attempt to smother him to death. Just as he was about to lose conciousness, the commet flew by, leaving a coating of pink dust in it's wake. Instead of hitting the planet, Earth's gravity had pulled it into a low orbit, sligshotted around the earth, leaving the pink dust everywhere, then hurled it back out into space.

   The sound of cheering crowds on rooftops and balconies near by and the sound of his wife saying "It missed us!" while happilly sobbing made Erin's husband feel like there was no reason for him to die after all and he stared to struggle to get out from under her shoe but she just pressed her foot down harder. In her mind it was too late for him. She felt elated now that the world wasn't ending and the only thing that could make her feel even better was to go through with ending her worthless husband's life.

   She shoved her hand into her pants and started fingering herself as she pressed the back of his head into the cussion under her shoe. He started to spasm and twitch as he ran out of oxigen. Then the strangest thing happened. He was gone.

   She looked down after the resistance that was her husband's head dissapered allowing her shoe to smush down into the cussion. 

   All around cheers became screams of terror as every male that had reached puberty seamingly dissapeared. 

   Erin lifted her shoe and looked at the cussion and was shocked to find her husband, three inches tall.

   As other people realized what happened they panicked. What would they do without their men? How would this affect their way of life? was it permanent? But not Erin.

   Erin just felt excited and hornier then ever. No simple smothering for her man, she would crush him completelly under her shoe. 

   She thrust her hand back into her pants and slamed her foot back down onto her husband. She stared at her shoe as she twisted her foot down on him pressing as hard as she could. Then she had the best orgasm of her life.

   She just stood there, basking in the glow of her amazing climax, keeping her surely obliterated husband under her sneaker. 

   After a few minutes she had started to cool down when it hit her. "ERIC!" she shouted then ran through the house to his crib, terrified that her baby boy had been shrunk like all of the other males. She had no idea if all males were affected but when she looked out around other rooftops and terraces she had only seen women so she was in a panic for her child.

   As she thundered off to Eric's room, she had no idea that her husband had survived being ground benieth her shoe and was now stuck in the tread of her sneaker being mercilessly stomped as she ran through the condo. It would be just over two weeks before she wore them again and realized that her tiny husband was still around to serve her. (And he was severely punished for being a lazy bumb, laying around in her shoe closet instead of waiting on her hand and foot.)

   She was relieved to find her precious baby boy uneffected by the commet. There was no way for her to know that her sweet boy would eventually shrink as well.

   over the next few years scientists would discover much about the affects of the comet. The pink dust that fell from the comet affected the Earth's atmosphere and in turn all life on the planet. 

   The molicules of everthing with male chromosomes were compressed, reducing their size dramatically while making them very durrable. Their saliva could now stimulate females up on contact with their skin based on how attracted the male was to the female. The more attracted he was to her, the more stimulating it would be for her. Another thing that affected the amount of stimulation was where contact was made, the closer that the male licked to the female's genitalia, the stronger the stimulation would be. For example, if a man thought that a woman was mildly attractive and he licked her pussy, she would have a farelly good orgasm but if he licked her fingertip, it would feel mildly pleasent at best, while a man that thought the woman was the most beautiful woman in the world would give her incredible multiple orgasms licking her pussy and keep her very aroused licking her fingertip, almost as if it were intentionally designed to maintain a female's desire for a man even though they were no longer the strong providers that women used to go for.

   Additionally, due to the much stronger molicules of males, their aging was drasticaally slowed. Celular degeneration now happened in males at 1/1000th of their former rate. Females could benefit from this as well. Skin on skin contact between males and females would result in the female sharing the male's longevity. About eight hours of contact a day would maintain the same rate as the male they were in contact with. (Since men were now too small for meaningful employment, women started keeping their men on their bodies when they went to work to get in their eight hours.)

   Female DNA was changed as well. A woman's sweat would act as an adhesive on male skin based on the female's arousal for the male in question. For example, if a woman was really turned on and she pressed the man she was turned on by against a sweaty part of her body, it would be as if he were glued to her skin. However, once her arousal was satiated, the addhesive quality of her sweat would dissipate. (Male saliva also acts as a solvent allowing for movement of the mouth, provided that his mouth was open at the time his face was pressed against her sweaty skin. Male semen can also release the stickiness of female sweat. If a man were to ejaculate enough he could potentially free himself from her skin. The only other known solvent is the female's urine.)

   In very rare cases, when both male and female are extremelly attracted to one another, it becomes impossible for the female to acheive orgasm from anything other than her male's saliva. In turn that male would be unable to ejaculate all together unless he was in direct contact with his female's vaginal discharge. Basically she can't cum without him but he can't cum unless he gets her off first. In these cases it becomes very difficult to detatch that male stuck to the female's sweaty skin. The only known way to get him lose is for her to pee on him or kill him.

   These rare cases also have a side effect. If the male is left addhered to the female's skin too long, (between two and three weeks) a bond will form. Once the bond is formed the female, with focus and consentration, will be able to here the male's thoughts and the male will be able to accuratelly asses the female's mood.

   After the bond is formed there are only two outcomes. The male can be killed, freeing the female from the bond or the female can urinate on the male to free him from her skin solidifying their monogamous conection permenantly, haulting their aging all together, making them both impervious to harm (Not impervious to pain) and increasing his strength and her brain capasity ten fold. After this, if the female is in skin on skin contact with the male, she can sap all of his strength, leaving him at his pre-bond strength and increasing her's ten fold.

   Most women with a bonded male become incredibly valued members of society so finding the perfect man for bonding has become a goal for many women although many men don't like the idea of basically becomming a permenant servent to their women. Because of this a system was put in place that would test the compatability of a couple based on her stimulation from him and his adhesion to her sweat. If the comptability rating is higher than 85% the female has the option to force the male to bond with her, against his will if nessisary. 

   Needless to say these changes altered societal norms drastically. Male and female children were allowed to attend school together in the hopes that lasting bonds could be formed while they were still on the same level. It was believed that if boys and girls became good friends as children that the boys would be more likely to accept their good female friend's rule over them as adults. 

   Once they hit puberty males shrink down to their perminent size and lose all of their human rites (except the rite to chose their mate. However, if a male does't chose a mate by his 21st birthday, he is either put up for auction or perminently enslaved to his own family.) Females are then allowed to persue relationships with them. At this point boys are given no further academic lessons and are instead taught how to please, and survive, women. 

   Though boys are very durrable and they can breath with very little air they can still be killed. A sharp blade can cut them, they can be drowned, they can be burned and they can be crushed with enough pressure. 

   Transitioning to the new way of life was difficult for most but for Erin it seemed like everthing was finaly right in the world. 

   When her husband shrunk the spark in Erin's marriage was rekindled. No longer was he the worthless lump wandering around the condo trying to keep up with the housework, now he was a shiny new toy that she could use as she pleased and his fetish for her domination of him was being satisfied beyond his wildest dreams. For a long time they were happy.

   Most of the time Erin kept her husband in her shoes under her feet which he loved maybe too much. While in her shoe he would lick her foot, getting her turned on. She wasn't fond of him having this sort of control over her mental state, or any control at all for that matter. He would lick her when she wanted not when he did so it became habbit to toss him in her shoe and shove her socked foot in on top of him to keep a cloth barrier between his tongue and her skin. 

   Erin enjoyed her life. She had decided to home school Eric. She didn't want some girl to try and take her handsom young man's affection away from her and she hated the idea of some girl treating him the way she treated her husband. Unlike the pathetic worm squirming around under her foot she knew that Eric didn't have a fetish for being dominated and thought he would hate it if he was enslaved. In her mind the only way to protect him was to have him age out at 21 and become her slave by default as his only direct family. That way once he shrunk she could keep him with her, safe and sound 24/7. She also thought about how once he had shrunk she would finally have a tiny man that she could get her eight hours a day of skin on skin contact in with without him always trying to lick her like her foot slave husband. Unlike her husband though, she would keep Eric in her bra. She swore to herself that she would never step on her son..... unless he was OK with it.

   Being from a wealthy, female dominated, family, Erin never had to work so she spent most of her time rasing her son and enjoying the suffering of the lump under her foot. She made a point of keeping her husband in the toe section of her shoe so she wouldn't accidently crush him while she was jogging or stomping around the condo, he was not indestructible after all. The only time she was ever really brutal with him was the day he shrunk and he was on a cussion while she ground him under her shoe and the short run from the patio to Eric's room nearly killed him breaking four ribs an arm and both of his legs. It wasn't really that she cared about her husband's well being but she had become addicted to having him under her as a constant reminder of her superiority even though his hard little body wasn't very comfortable to walk on.

   Eric saw Erin throw his father into her shoe and then put it on once. When he asked her who the little man in her shoe was  she realised that she had never told him about his Father. As far as she was concerned who the man in her shoe was only mattered in respect to her so it never dawned on her to talk about him with any one let alone her son.

   "You see sweety, when boys reach a certain age they shrink, like the little guy that I keep in my shoe." explained Erin.

   "Am I going to shrink too?" asked Eric with a look of shock on his face.

   "Of course you are. Your a boy aren't you?" she said patting his head. She went on "And once a boy shrinks, it's his job to devote himself to the girl he loves most. A girl that he thinks is soooo pretty that he couldn't think of any one prettier."

   "But Mommy, I think you're the prettiest and I love you more then anybody." said Eric nervously.

   "Ooooh thats so sweet. You are the best Son a Mother could ask for." she said absolutely beamming.

   "Does that mean that when I shrink I will Have to devote myself to you? And what does "devote" mean? does devote mean living in your shoe?" asked Eric looking scared.

   "Well, when a boy is devoted to a girl he has to always put what she wants first and he should be doing anything she wants to make her as happy as possible at all times. And you don't have to chose who you'll be devoted to until your 21 so you don't have to worry about that for a looong time but..... I suppose if, when your 21, you still love me more than anyone..... and you still think that I'm the prettiest...... then, yes, you would have to devote yourself to me." answered Erin matter-of-factly.

   "So he's in your shoe to make you happy?" asked Eric.

   "That's right. Having a little man under my foot makes me very happy." Answered Erin.

   "Why does having a little man in your shoe make you happy?" asked Eric.

   "Well sweety, when a boy loves a girl sooo much that he'll do something that's really really bad for him just to be near her, it shows the girl how important she is to him and it gives her this warm wonderful feeling and fills her with confidence."she told him, leaving out the sexual thrill she got from the domination aspect of it because of his age. "The reason you get to see my pretty smile so much, The reason I get to live my happy carefree life and spend all of my time with you is because the little man stays in my shoe and staisfies my need for those feelings. If he wasn't in my shoe all of the time I would have to find some other way to get those feelings and that would take away time that I get to spend with you" she says making a pouty face.

   "If I'm devoted to you, will I have to live in your shoe forever?" he asked looking like a sad puppy.

   "No sweety, you won't have to live in my shoe. Thats what he's for." she said pointing at her sneakers. "I would keep you safe and cosey 24/7 and we would spend all of our time together. And I promiss, I won't ever put you in my shoe unless you kiss my toes and say pretty please mommy can I be in your shoe. OK"

   "OK." he said.

   Eric was a late bloomer, due in part to being with his Mom all of the time. On the rare ocassion when she would take him with her somewhere out side of the condo, she kept him within an arm's length at all times, sheilding him from the eyes of girls his age. 

   They would watch movies together and she would point to an pretty actress on the screen and ask him if she was prettier. She was always thrilled to hear "Of course you are Mom." as his reply. 

   When Eric was 11 years old, Erin asked him if a perticularly cute actress, just a few years older than him was prettier than she was. When he said "She is pretty.......but your prettier Mom." she actually got a little queezy. He had never even aknowleged that a girl, other than her, was pretty. She had gotten used to the idea that when the time came he would give himself to her. It haddn't occured to her that he might chose some one else.  

   From then on movies were replaced by news clips of the cruelest women and the most unfortunate little men, videos of little men forced to fight to the death, a clip about a restaraunt that serves cooked little men that were bought at auction, just the most horriffic stuff she could find. She thought it would be best if he was too afraid to leave home. Truth be told it wasn't all that bad for most men. In fact Erin would be concidered pretty damn cruel by most herself if people knew how she treated her husband. 

   Eric had made it to 15 years old without shrinking. His body was changing, his voice was cracking but there was something missing that kept him from moving on to the next stage of his life and it was starting to annoy His mother. She wondered why it was taking so long. 'Just shrink already!' she thought, wondering if there was something wrong with him.

  
   Then one day she showed him a video entitled "Cock Fight" in which two men were attatched to dildos that were placed upright on chairs. Two women would then sit down with those dildos, little men and all, going in their ass holes. The men were hooked up to life monitors in the dildos and women were betting on which one would flatline from suffication first. Watching the video Erin felt flushed. She scrunched her toes over her lump of a husband and pressed him into her insole under her toes as hard as she could and bit her bottom lip. She looked over at Eric to find him staring at her with a surprised expression on his face.

   "Mom, are you getting turned on by this?" Eric asked incrdulessly.

   "Well...... kinda?" she said sheepishly.

   "But Mom, their killing those guys!" said Eric, shocked by his Mother's behavier.

   "OK, I know that but that's not the part that's turning me on." Erin paused to think about her phrasing realising that in all of his home schooling she never told him about the birds and the bees. "You see this area right here?" she said jesturing to her crotch. "This is the area where a woman feels the most pleasure"

   "Those women didn't look particularly pleased. you seemed more turned on then they did." stated Eric.

   "Well those women are just sluts shoving guys in the wrong hole. No self respecting lady would let a guy she didn't love anywhere near that area. A man should only be allowed to taste a womans orgasm once he's proved his love for her with some amazing act of devotion. The best gift a woman can give to her man is the opertunity for him to give her great pleasure. Don't you think that's worth doing everything in your power to earn that privilage?" said Erin.

   "Has the guy in your shoe ever..... earned it?" asked Eric.

   "Not since he shrunk. he hasn't been worthy since you were a baby." said Erin.

   "Do you think I could ever be worthy?" Eric asked nervously.

   "Well that all depends on who you chose to devote yourself to." said Erin.

    "What if I devote myself to you Mom?" he whispered.

   Erin's eyes lit up "...........Maybe. But you would have to work hard to prove yourself to me. You would have to do whatever I say 24/7, you would have to worship me like a goddess, you would have to love me uncondtionally no matter how I treated you and .......You would have to let me step on you." she said with a seductive smile.

   "But you promissed that you would never do that." whined Eric.

   "I promissed that I would never do it until you kissed my toes and begged me to. Sweety I wont make you do it and I'll still love you and keep you safe if you don't, but you'll never get to truely please me unless you do." Erin assured him. "You know, if you want to get a head start on proving yourself to me you can give me one of your famous foot massages."

   That night Eric couldn't get the image of how beautiful his Mother looked while she was aroused out of his head. He played their conversation over in his mind for hours keeping him up all night. He didn't understand what the butterflies in his stomach meant. All he knew was that the look on her pretty face, all flushed and red, with her biting her lip was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. His penis started to rush with blood from his first boner and then, he shrunk.

   Erin surprised herself with how elated she was to find Eric struggling to find his way out from under his bedspread, even more so after the realization that seeing her aroused was the trigger he needed to finaly shrink. Any possibility of him chosing some one else was gone now and she had never felt so happy in her life.

   At first things were prety great for Eric after he had shrunk, he still hung out with his Mom, they still watched TV together, and they had even gone back to watching movies instead of horrifying torture clips. He still gave her foot massages only now he had to press his whole body into her foot to get the job done rather than just his fingers. Instead of getting to go to a store with her once in a while she started taking him everywhere with her and instead of being pulled around by his arm so she could keep an eye on him he got a comfy ride in her bra.

   Erin barely paid attention to her husband any more. before Eric shrunk she would begrudgingly allow her husband to sleep in her sock so she could get her eight hours of skin on skin contact in to keep from aging but now she was getting that from keeping Eric in her bra. Now instead of dropping her husband in her sock before bed she had a new ritual for her tiny foot slave. He would be kept in her shoes until after she had peed, then she would flush her pee down, (she didn't think her pathetic husband was worthy of her piss.) then she would pop her foot out of her shoe, pick up the shoe and dump it's contents into her toilet. Then she would sit back down and take a shit while her tiny husband treaded water benieth her. When she was done she would look down on him clinging to her turd and say "There's your life raft bitch. Better hold on tight so you don't drown." His life now consisted of being crushed under her socked toes all day and floating in her toilet with her shit all night while Erin slept comfortably in her bed with Eric snuggled in her bosum. Some days, when she was in a mood to get Eric to rub her feet she would just leave her husbasnd in the toilet all day keeping her feet free to be indulged by Eric's attention.

   Erin's new favorite passtime became seeing how far she could get Eric to go to prove his devotion to her. One day, after he had finished massaging her feet, as he started to walk away she said "Hey little man, I just let you rub my feet for almost an hour. Don't you want to thank me for letting you do that?"

   Eric was a little taken aback by this. She had never expected him to thank her before. In fact she usually thanked him.

   She watched his confused expression with amusement and said "Aren't you trying to impress me with your devotion?"

   He stared at her quizically then nodded his head.

   "Well then you need show me how much you appreciate it when I let you serve me." said Erin.

   "Thank you for letting me rub your feet Mom." he said as his face flushed red.

   "You can't just say thanks. It takes no effort at all to say a few words." complained Erin. "If you really want to earn some points you have to worship me."

   Eric got down on his knees and bowed his head to the floor.

   "Not like that silly." she said laughing. "You have to kiss my feet."

   "How does kissing your feet mean I'm worshiping you?" asked Eric.

   "Well, when you kiss the bottoms of a girl's feet you're showing her that you hold the lowest part of her above the highest part of you. It's one of the purest forms of submission and if you really want to show me just how truely devoted you are to me than you have to do whatever I want, and right now I want you to kiss my feet." said Erin stretching her legs out in his direction leaving her feet directly in front of him.

   Eric walked up to her feet and kissed each sole.

   "Just one kiss on each foot? Sweety, when I give you permission to worship me you have to keep doing it until I'm ready for you to stop. I was going to be satisfied with like five minutes but now your really going to have to convince me that you want to kiss my feet if you want to make me happy. Now get busy kissing and don't stop until I say so." Erin said sternly.

   She wanted to see how far he would go for her so she kept him at it for almost three hours. She was very pleased when he made it through without complaining.

   With all of the "accidental" deaths among the male population people started to worry that if things kept going the way they were there might not be enough males to go around. To combat this scientists developed a syrum that could be taken by a man and a woman together. 

   For the males it would make them sort of plyable, softer. A man who took the syrum would be pretty much un-crushable. Most male deaths were caused by crushing so the syrum would greatly reduce the male death toll. Their new squishy bodies could also reserve oxogyn. Before the syrum a man could last maybe ten or fifteen minutes without oxogyn before death by suffocation but after they would last up to thirty six hour without air.

   For the females it would triple the amount of  stimulation they felt from their male's tongue. In very rare cases, with couples that had a compatability rating over 90%, the female could atcheve orgasm just from the male licking her finger although it would take a lot of time and effort on the part of the male. It could also strengthen the affects of bonding.

   Some of the ingredients were really rare so each woman would be given one dose to share with a male of her chosing. The only catch was that a woman who took the syrunm with one man was not allowed to keep a second unless the spare was a blood relation. 

   If Erin shared her syrum with her husband she could keep both of her males since Eric was a blood relation however if she did that her precious boy wouldn't get the plyable new body and would always be at risk. Eric was the clear choice for her of course but she wouldn't force it on him. He would have to chose to take the syrum with her for himself.

   Erin left her husband in the toilet when she went to get her dose of the syrum with her Son in her bra. When she got home she pulled Eric out of her bra and set him on the floor at her feet.

   "I have my dose here Eric and I realy want to share it with you, but if I do I have to get rid of the other little guy. Even if I do get rid of him I will still need a little man in my shoe so if you want me to use it with you, you're going to have to do the thing you've been afraid of this whole time. Your going to have to let me step on you." said Erin glaring down at the tiny boy who stood mere inches from her feet. She wanted to be as imposing as possible, if he said yes it would change their relationship completelly and he needed to feel the magnitude of his situation in her preasence.

   "You can say no and I'll share it with the other guy. I'll still love you and take care of you but you will never be worthy enough to please my pussy." It was time to see if the years she spent programing him to view her pussy as the gates of heaven had paid off.

   Erin couldn't contain the look of utter joy on her beautiful face as she watched her sweet boy kneel down at her feet, her heart started beating faster when she felt his tiny lips press against her toe, and when she heard his timid little voice say "Pretty please Mommy can I be in your shoe?" her pussy was so wet that you could see the spot through her panties and her jeans.

   "Are you sure? because you know there's no going back to the way things were if we do this. Our platonic Mother Son relationship will be gone forever. you wont be my Son anymore and I wont be your Mom, instead I will be your Goddess and you will be my slave........for...ever. You'll have to do absolutely everthing I say without hesitation and if you don't I'll force you to obey me then punish you for dissobeying. And the punishment will be brutal. The syrum will make you indestructable so I will be able stomp all over you as hard as I want and even though you can't be killed it will still hurt.....a lot. In fact your probably going to be in agonizing pain every time I step on you and I'll be stepping on you like all of the time. Or I could drown you for hours on end while you struggle to breath. You'll never be able to do anything that YOU want to do ever again either. I will expect you to spend every second of your existance in service to me. You'll have to live a crazy hard life and the only reward you'll ever get will be whatever sense of satisfaction and fulfillment you can get from looking up at me from under my feet and seeing how blissfully happy all of your pain and suffering and worship makes me feel. Do you realy love me so much that you'll pay this high a price just for MY happiness?" asked Erin.

   "Yes Mo....yes Goddess. If you think I'll be able to please you better than the other guy and that someday I might be a good enough .....slave to earn a chance to serve your p..pussy, then I would pay any price for your happiness." said Eric bowing his head humbly.

   "Good. I'm very happy right now slave. I mean look at this." Said Erin pointing to the wet spot in the crotch of her jeans. "You've actually already pleased my pussy slave, kind of. And now that I think about it, you did it without my permission didn't you?" 

   Eric threw himself on the floor, pressed his forhead to the ground and said "I'm so sorry Goddess. Please forgive me."

   Watching her sweet boy groveling at her feet made her so giddy that she accidently let a little giggle escape. "Well we have kind of a good news bad news situation here slave. Which do you want first?" She didn't wait for his answer. "How about some good news first? Hmm? The good news is that I'm not even a little upset about you getting me wet, on the contrary you being able to get me this excited without even touching me is a very good sign for our future together and as a reward for that and for giving up your freedom just to make me happy, tonight I'm going to give you the oppertunity you've been so desperate for. I'm going to let you lick my pussy."

   Judging by the pure excitement on his face, Erin would have thought that he had just been told that he gets to live out his days on some island paradice, slirpping cold drinks from a coconut while supermodels gave him endless blowjobs and all SHE had to do to get that reaction was to let him go down on her. 'He must really want me more than anything in the world' she thought as her face was starting to hurt from smiling. 

   "I like that eager to please look on your cute little face slave but we do still have some bad news to deal with." Erin said smiling down at him with a bit of sadistic glee in her eyes. "You see I have some rules that must always be followed if I'm going to give you the privilage of being my slave. One of those rules is that it's completely unforgivable to beg me for forgiveness without kissing my feet." She paused to stare at him sternly and he seemed to shrink even smaller. "I guess since you didn't know the rule and because you've made today one of the best days ever, I'll take it easy on you with your punishment. So as your punishment, starting first thing tomorrow morning, I'm going to keep you stuck to the sole of my foot 24/7 for......... let's say, your entire first year as my slave. Yeah. A whooole year under my foot. That sounds fair right slave?" 

 
   His little legs started to shake and he fell to his knees. She knew he was terrified of getting stepped on and she was loving his reaction to hearing that he would not only be getting stepped on right away but for a whole year. She loved to test the limits of his devotion to her so she pressed further. 

   Erin planted her big toe on his face and gave him a shove sending him sprawling onto his back. "I asked you a question slave. Do you think a whole year under my foot is a fair punishment for forgetting to kiss my foot?"

   "I think whatever makes you happy is fair Goddess." he said with some difficulty as Erin was pressing her big toe down on the side of his head painfully.

   "Realy? Whatever makes me happy huh? You know that having a little man under my foot is my absolute favorite thing in the world, and since your my favorite little man, it will make me even happier having YOU under my foot. But if you ask me how to make me even happier than that, the only answer I can give you is MORE! So, if my happiness is really that important to you maybe a measely little year isn't long enough. I'll tell you what." she said while using her big toe to turn his head face up before pressing it down on his face even harder. "I'm going to let you lick my toe for a few minutes and while you're down there, you can think of a number that you think will make me realy happy."

 
   Erin was shocked by how stimulating his tongue felt on her toe. She realized at that moment that she had never made him lick her skin before and this was the first time that she could measure his attraction to her by stimulation and she was not dissapointed. Her plan was to let him lick her toe for about five minutes but she had to stop him at just over three minutes or he would have made her cum. She took a moment to compose herself then let his head out from under her toe.

   "OK slave, have you thought of a number?" asked Erin while keeping him pinned with her toe on his chest.

   "Yes Goddess." replied Eric.

   "Alright then." she said inching her toe closer to his face. "Go on. Beg me to give you more time  under my foot. How much longer do you think you should stay down there to make me happy? And you had better not dissapoint me!"

   "Goddess, (kiss) can you please (kiss) punish me under your foot (kiss) for, um, five..... years...... maybe Goddess?" said Eric with a terrified expression on his face.

   "Wow I thought you would add like six months or another year at most but five huh? You know knowing how scared you are of being stepped on and then hearing a nice big number like that anyway, tells me that you realy do understand that it's not about you or your wants and desires but about doing anything and everthing to keep me happy. I'm very pleased slave. Well I guess that's that then. tomorrow morning you'll start serving out your ten year punishment under my foot," said Erin with the biggest smile on her face.

   "Ten years?" asked Eric with tears welling in his eyes.

   "Come on sweety, you had to know that whatever number you gave me I was going to double it. And now we have more bad news to deal with." said Erin while mock pouting.

   Eric looked up at her confused.

   "You broke another rule slave. You know that You're not allowed to question me right? Ugh, looks like we're going to have to double your time under my foot again. I guess it's twenty years now huh." said Erin with mock dissapointment. "You ARE OK with that right?" asked Erin.

   "Yes Goddess." said Eric with tears now streaming down his face.

   "I mean we're basicaly not aging at all at this point so twenty years is just a drop in the bucket in the grand sceme of things. besides, I'm pretty convinced that you love me sooooo much that if I wanted you to, you would stay under my feet forever wouldn't you. Even though you hate it. Right?" she asked while playfully grinding her toe into his chest.

   "Yes Goddess." he said sobbing.

   "And while your down there, you're going to make sure that every step I take is greeted with a kiss right?" she asked.

   "Yes (sobb) Goddess." he cried.

   "You'd better! Because ever time my foot comes down on you, and doesn't get kissed, I'm going to stomp the living shit out of you and add a year to your punishment. And speaking of stomping, the idea of mercilessly pounding you into the ground under my foot, twisting and grinding you benieth me while you kiss my foot and worship me gets my pussy super wet. And since getting my pussy wet is the best path to being allowed to serve my pussy, you're totaly OK with me stomping on you as much as I want right?" she asked in a sultry tone while sliding her foot up his body until he was completely under her arch and gently pressing her sole down on him.

   "Yes Goddess." he said being muffled by her foot.

   She shifted her weight onto the foot he was under, pressing down until he was completely invisible under her sole. "Kiss my foot slave. Kiss it passionately. Show me how much you love me with each kiss. Press your mouth into my sole as hard as you can each time. Don't go too fast though. Each kiss should last at least three full seconds." she instructed.

   She stood there savoring the sensation of being worshipped by a man that she actually loved being crushed under her foot for another ten minutes before lifting her foot only to find him stuck to her sole. 

   "Well look at you." said Erin pretending to be surprized. "I thought you were afraid to be under my foot and here you are holding on for dear life. Are you realy so eager to get started on your punishment that you would pass up the chance to lick my pussy?" she paused as if waiting for an answer but she knew that with his face plastered against her sole he wouldn't be able to speak so she decided to have some fun with him.

 
   "I guess so huh. Oh well. Who knows, Maybe after you twenty years under my foot is up you'll find a way to convince me to give you another shot but until then you had better make sure to keep kissing my foot unless you want to be down there even longer. Just think about that slave, you're going to have to kiss my foot all day every day for twenty years. When I finaly let you out from under my foot, IF I ever let you out from under my foot, your mouth is going to be super sore. Honestly though, I can't believe you would rather be crushed under my foot than lick my perfect pussy. Since you would rather be dirt on the bottom of my foot than give me pleasure then I'll treat you like dirt on the bottom of my foot. For the next twenty year, or maybe longer, the only time I will ever even aknowledge your existance, will be to stomp on you if you're not worshipping me up to my standards. And keep in mind that every time I stomp you that's another year under my foot slave."

   Erin could feel his little body spasm in pain every time her foot came down on him. She wondered what was going through his head. She knew he had to be terrified scince she could feel him sobbing between kisses. She had never been this aroused in her life. Not only was she physically dominating him to the exteme, but she was emotionally dominating him in the cruelest way imaginable. Never in her life had she felt more powerful and in controll. 

   She let him stew in his missery under her foot until she was ready for a shower, all the while getting more and more horney. She started the shower and while she waited for the water to get hot she stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. She shifted all of her weight to the foot Eric was under then put her other foot on top of it. She looked down at her feet and tried to consetrate on what she was feeling under her sole.

   She could feel his muscles straining between her full weight and the hard tile floor and she knew it had to be the worst pain he had ever felt. She rocked her foot back and forth a little to feel the flesh of her sole conforming around the shape of his hard little body. The slightest movement on her part would send spasms of pain through his whole body. He wasn't crying anymore but she could still feel his kisses. With each kiss she could feel how desperate he was to please her. 

   When the water was warm enough she stepped into the shower. The water was ankle deep and as her sole went beneith the surface her little slave started to struggle with all of his might, terrified that he was about to drown. She lifted her other foot and pressed him into the floor of the tub as hard as she could. She wanted him to feel like he was being crushed and drowned at the same time. She would keep him pressed like that until his struggling started to slow down, then she would lift the foot he was under out of the water, let him catch a breath and then plunge him back in. This went on for about twenty minutes. She was realy impressed, through all of the crushing and drowning torture he never stopped kissing her foot. 

   She lifted him out of the water and said "I want you to lick my foot slave. And I know that your saliva is being dyluted by water right now but if you can't make me cum in the next ten minutes, I'm adding a year to your punishment." She knew it was an impossible task but that's why it was so fun. The despare he must feel knowing that he could never succede but still trying his hardest because he knew that the punishment for not giving it his all would be far worse then failing. He managed to impress her yet again, even though he couldn't stimulate her fully he almost made her cum and if she had given him another minute or two he would have. 

   These past few hours were the most fun she had ever had but it was time to free him. She had let him get her close to orgasm more then once and she needed him to finish what he started. She wondered how thrilled he would be when he found out that he was going to get to go down on her after all. 

   She stepped out from under the running water and angled her foot so that she could pee on him. As her golden shower rained on him he started to come loose until slid off of her sole and splashed into the water below. Erin though he looked adorable treading water and wondered how long it would be before he realized that if he just planted his feet he could stand with his head out of the water. 

   At first he looked confused, then releaved but once he got his bearings and looked up to see his Mother towering over him, completely naked, Smiling down at him from on high while she rinsed herself off, he turned bright red and his little dick sprang to life. Erin reached down, grabbing Eric by his hands and lifting him up until he was dangling in front of her pretty face. For the first time in her life she wasn't grossed out by the sight of a penis. For some reason with Eric, she wasn't at all upset that he would dare be aroused in front of her and instead she found the it made her feel super desirable. He had just spent hours being brutally tortured, by her, and it was as if he wasn't even mad at her, just awe struck by her. 

   She wanted to intimidate him as he dangled in her fingers but she couldn't keep the warm smile from her face. "So, I was pretty ruff on you today slave. How do you feel about that? Did you hate being stepped on as much as you thought you would?" She asked while lightly rubbing her index finger aroud his tiny erect penis.

   "I did at first. Actually at first it was way worse......gasp.... than I ever thought possible, especially when I was under water. It hurt so much that I started thinking....Aaahoh.... that I wanted to die but I pushed those thoughts awa...aay." he said trying to be articulate as she played with his penis.

   "Sounds like it was really bad for you down there." she said with a pouty look on her face as she lightly pinched his member betwen her thumb and fore finger. "What was it that helped you tough it out?"

   "You said that you need a man under your feet to be happy and you said you wanted it to be me and I would hate to be the reason you're not happy way more than I hated the pa..AIN." he explained while she squeezed his little pecker.

   "So you're saying that your love for me is so strong that you can endure what you went through today, every day, for decades?" asked Erin squeezing his dick a little harder.

   "Well, now I can for sure." he said with a confidence that seemed out of place comming from a guy dangling helplessly in her fingers.

   "Now?" she asked quizically letting go of his stiffy.

   "Well before, I mean I was always willing to do it for you but....it hurt so much that I thought I would lose my mind. And if my mind is gone, well, my mind is where I keep my feelings and my love for you and without it I would be just like the other guy. A useless lump under your foot. But when you got me off of your foot and I could see how happy you looked, I realized that if it made you that happy to do that to me then it was totaly worth it and I could do it forever if you wanted me to." he answered.

   Erin again pinched his boner and began gently rubbing her thumb and fore finger together with his cock between them. "Forever huh? You would really go through all of that for me, suffering in agony under my foot, for all of eternity?" she asked with a huge smile while rubbing his rod a little faster.

   "For as long as it makes yoUOO ha..happy." he struggled to reply.

   "Well, the good news is that I think today was as bad as it could get for you. They say that you little guys have a much higher tollerance for pain after you take the syrum so being crushed under my foot shouldn't be anywhere near as bad for you as it was today, which is great because it will be eazier for you to focus on worshipping me while you're down there. The bad news is you didn't make me cum in the shower so now you're going to have to spend twenty ONE years under my foot." she said as she started to feel his pulse pounding through his shaft. she didn't want him to cum, he hadn't earned it yet, so she stopped rubbing and dropped him on the tile floor outside the shower.

   He landed in a heap but jumped up quickly as the tile was cold.

   Erin saw this and giggled while asking "Is the floor cold?"

   "Y.y.y.yess G.god.desss." he said now shivering.

   "Surely you don't want your goddess's perfect feet to have to suffer through touching that cold tile right? Do you have a plan for keeping my feet warm slave?" she teased.

   "Um..... I could put my body between you foot and the floor?" he said waiting for approval.

   "I like that that's the first place you mind went slave but I don't want to risk you getting stuck again before we've had our syrum. Why don't you run and get my slippers instead." she said pointing at her bedroom.

   A few minutes later she pulled back the shower curtain and grabbed a towel to dry her hair. She noticed that one of her slippers was waiting for her. Then she looked toward the doorway to see Eric, out of breath, dragging her other slipper to her and it made her smile. Once he had brought the second one into place Erin hovered her foot just above the floor outside the tub and looked down at him expectantly. Eric understood and pushed her slipper onto her foot then repeted the process for her other foot.

   She smiled down at him and said "OK, I need you to go to the kitchen. In the cabinet under the sink, you should be able to reach it I think, I want you to get the cling wrap and bring it to me in the bedroom."

   She took her time getting ready, she wanted to look as good as possible for him. 'it's the least I can do. He IS going to spend the next few decades being smushed under my feet just to make me happy after all.' she thought to herself while brushing her hair. She was going to put on make up but when she looked in the mirror she realized that she already looked amazing. She was possitively glowing. 'I have never looked so gooood.'she thought realizing that she had never been so happy in her life and she decided that her self adoration was the result of her absolutely elated stae of mind.

   She exited the bathroom after about twenty minutes and looked down to see a box of cling wrap with an exausted little man, lying on his back right next to it, trying to catch his breath. "Good slave." she said as she bent down, picking up the box in one hand and her slave in the other.

   She had a bench at the foot of her bed with a cussioned seat coved in soft brown leather. she pulled it away from the foot of her bed so she could straddle it. She placed Eric down on the bench lying on his back and told him not to move as she circled the bench and her Son with the clig wrap leaving only his head exposed and pressing his erect penis into his abdomin. Then she let her towel fall to the floor and with one leg on either side of the bench she sat down, her pussy folding around his plastic wrapped body with his head sticking out from under her, just milimeters from her clit. 

   She could feel his little heart pounding through her pussy revealing his excitment for what was about to happen. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked up at her. "Like what you see slave boy?" she said seductively.

   He struggled to say "I've never seen anything more beautiful." since it was hard for him to get any air with her weight pressing down on him.

   Feeling pretty full of herself at the moment, due to the complete and utter unconditional devotion she was recieving from her adoring Son, she said "Of course you haven't slave. I'm at my most beautiful when I'm happy and satisfied and you've made me the happiest I've ever been today. I bet if you try really really hard when you're licking my pussy and you can make me as satisfied as I am happy, I'll be even more beautiful. So make sure you do your best for me slave."

   "yes Goddess." he said.

   "Now, all you have to do is keep your tongue out as far as you can and when I press my pussy down onto your face, lick it as hard as you can OK." Not waiting for an answer she began to grind her pussy into him. 

   As soon as his tongue touched her flesh it was like lightning. She started to quiver and spasm with pleasure. She could feel her vaginal muscles pulsing against his little body. Every time he lapped at her soaking wet lips it sent waves of ecstasy through every inch of her body. Not even a minute in and she was in the middle of her first orgasm and it was a gusher and Eric was being water boarded in her cum.

   When her first orgasm subsided and she slid back from his face for a second, she heard him sputter. She let her weight settle on him leaving his head exposed to her. She flicked him hard in the face and angrilly said "Hey, don't spit that out! My cum is the most wonderful thing you will ever be allowed to drink so you had better savor every drop slave. Do you understand me?"

   He swallowed hard and gasped "Yes Goddess."

   Erin pressed her cliterous against his face and demanded "Kiss my clit and beg for forgivenes slave!"

   (kiss) "Please forgive me goddess." he begged.

   "OK, I'll forgive you, just this once but your punishment under my foot just got bumped up to thirty years slave." she said before grinding his face back into her pussy.

   Erin rode him, on and off, for over four hours. Eric would get her to a point where she couldn't take any more and she would colapse backwards onto the bench leaving him pinned by plastic staring at her dripping swolen pussy. She would rest for a few minutes and then get right back to grinding on him.

   When she finally had her fill, she slid back on the bench and leaned forward so that her face was hovering over him. Eric looked exausted and he was compleely covered in her cum. She used her index finger to wipe her cum from his face so she could see him better then held her finger over his mouth so he could lick her cum from it and said "Good job slave. I've never felt so satisfied in my life. I'll bet you feel pretty great knowing how well you pleased you beautiful Mother huh."

   "yes Goddess. This is easily the best day of my life." he said beaming with pride.

   "The best day of your life huh?" she asked as if she didn't believe him. "Even though you spent most of it in agonizing pain being crushed under my foot? Even though you almost drowned like ten times? Even though you got sentenced to being pounded under my feet all day every day for thirty years? Even though you lost your freedom forever? How can this possibly be the best day of your life slave?"

   "Well, just look how happy you are Goddess. Oh, by the way, you were right. I've never seen you look more beautiful." said Eric smiling.

   She knew she must have looked a total wreck, with her hair all over the place, sweat dripping off of her and she realized that he wasn't judging her beauty by how she looked, but by how she felt. She didn't think that she could love him more than she already did but she was wrong.

   She let him sleep snuggled in her bosom that night. He had earned it and it would be his last chance for at least thirty years.

   The next morning she woke up eager to take the syrum with Eric and get him into his proper place under her foot. She went into her bathroom and lifted her toilet seat and jumped back in with a fright. She had completely forgotten about her husband, clinging to her two day old turd for dear life. She stared at him for a few seconds, a look of disgust on her face as he reached up to her expecting the usual, lowering a toilet brush to him so she could get him out without touching him but not today. Instead she just said "Gross!" and flushed him away to drown in the sewer pipes among the rest of the worthless shit.