Peering out of the bars of my cage, all I could see around me were her belongings. The expensive leather couch, the tasteful art hanging on the walls, the Persian rug, the fancy Samsung flatscreen. It was a beautiful and luxurious living room, and I was only part of the feng shui.

That view was the only thing I could preoccupy myself with as the hours passed with nobody home and no tasks to do. The absence of a clock forced me to use the natural light beaming in through the windows as a means of telling time. And, given that the orange glare of the evening was retreating into the night, I was not so startled when the jangling of keys outside gave way to the opening of a door.

She's home.

Her ominous figure looming high above; the clacking of her heels on the wooden floor as she dismissed her shoes; the way she so apathetically poured herself a glass of wine as I stood waiting for her. The sudden presence of this colossal goddess after a long day never failed to give me goosebumps. With no interest in eye contact or hospitality, she effortlessly unlocked my prison and wrapped each of her fingers tightly around my naked body before abruptly dumping me on a designer coffee table. To most people, Dr. Linda Turner was an English professor at one of the most prestigious schools in the world, but to me, she was judge, jury, and executioner.

I hadn't even fully recovered from the plunge when I was knocked on my back by the great impact created by one of her socked feet landing in front of me. And then the other one. By the time I was able to stand up, she had already tied her long blonde hair into a ponytail and begun the process of prying off her socks, after which she laid them out horizontally under her heels.

"Get to work."

With haste, I scurried to her left foot and, with all of the energy in my tiny body, started to pummel her sole. She let out a relaxed, low sigh. As I labored and toiled at her feet, the slender giantess yawned as she absentmindedly flicked buttons on a remote until CNN reverberated across the massive living room. The heady scent eminating off of her soles suggested that Linda had spent a lot of time on her feet today. I could only imagine that it would be a hard thing to ignore at any size, but at just a few inches tall, the stench could be unbelievable.

"How are you?"

The sudden and unexpected question almost made me jump, and then I briefly caught a glimpse past her sole to see a phone pressed to her ear.

"Oh, nothing, I've only just sat down. The little pocket boy is taking good care of my feet," she muttered loftily, while her terrifying gaze briefly made its way to me for the first time tonight. "Three months, if you can believe it! And already totally subservient. Oh, yes, he does whatever I tell him to."

As Linda bragged about what she had done to me, I couldn't help but feel my resentment for her rise. I tried to empty my rage into my work, beating and punching her soles, hoping that I could make her feel even the slightest sensation of pain. Instead, she let out another tranquil sigh and gulped down more wine. My fury could only give her more pleasure.

If I was to really step out of line and refuse to do her bidding, she had no shortage of torturous techinques to force me to comply. She had stuffed me into a filthy sock, tied each of my limbs to her shoelaces, and held me upside down over a pot of boiling water all within the first week after she made me this way. It took just a couple of sips from a glass of spiked water to make the image of the motherly and polite middle-aged professor give way to a most demented captor.

"Hey!"

All of a sudden, the sharp snapping of her fingers cut through the air.

"Other foot. I won't repeat myself again."

"I'm so sorry, mistress," I pathetically squealed as I scampered over to her right foot, arousing a wry grimace from the powerful woman.

"Well, I think I'll have to say good night, Tanya," Linda said as several more minutes passed, having finally finished her second glass of wine. "I'm positively starving, not to mention I've been looking forward to some 'me-time' with the little one this weekend."

Once the two giants said their goodbyes, my captress, now slurring her words a bit, carried me into the most opulent kitchen I had ever seen. I was, as usual, made to stand there on the kitchen counter and watch as she sizzled a steak that weighed several times what I did, my mouth watering and my stomach growling.

"Aww, is someone hungry?" Linda turned her attention away from the food and closed in on me as she started to patronizingly interrogate me. "You know, I bet I'd only have to give you a teeny, tiny, insignificant little piece and it would be more than enough to satisfy you. It would be no skin off my back, as they say."

For a second, I wondered if she was serious.

"How long has it been since you've eaten, anyway?"

I dared not mention the fact that she hadn't fed me anything for two entire days.

"All you've got to do is ask nicely."

Here we go again, I thought to myself. By "ask nicely", she always meant I had to grovel at her feet, often literally. Putting my already battered self respect aside, I got down on my knees, the cold surface of the marble counter making my bare body shiver. She looked down at me with a twisted smirk on her face as she took another sip of her third glass of wine, clearly entertained.

"Please mistress, please be kind enough to spare me some of your food. I promise to work very hard for y-"

"No," she firmly declared, going into a fit of hysterical laughter. My heart sank deep into my chest as I felt ashamed for even believing her for a second. "You should see your face, pipsqueak. Now go fetch me the garlic powder."

Instead of joining her on the table for supper, I was underneath it, once again massaging her soles. At this size, I could clearly make out every little sound that she made while eating - the clanking of the fork and knife against the plate, the cutting in half of the meat, and most terrifying of all, Linda's mighty teeth vigorously tearing the meat into shreds.

"It's Friday night, little guy," she said after swallowing an enormous bite. "And I passed off this week's papers to the TA, so you know what that means!"

Linda could be cruel and callous when she was sober, but became downright spiteful when alcohol was brought into the equation. That and she couldn't seem to stop talking.

"Gosh, this is just what I need. I've spent a week of catering to the demands of thankless undergrads," she started to rant, before burping loudly, sending a roar through the room and tainting the air. "Oh, excuse me," she clumsily spoke as she chuckled and chugged what remained of her bottle of wine.

"What was I talking about...? Yes, undergrads. You know, each and every time one of those little brats moan and groan about their grade being too low, about everything they want me to do for them... You know, the problem with your generation, you kiddos want everything handed to you on a gold platter..."

Another burp.

"Anyway, all their bellyaching, I don't let it trouble me. You know why?"

Out of the blue, the sole that I was massaging knocked me down to the ground. I was swept up by an uneasy grip. My ears popped as I was lifted into the heavens at the speed of sound, coming to a halt right in front of her face.

"Because I think about how one of those brats is sitting in a cage in my living room, in agony, just waiting for me to get home and step all over him."

She dropped me onto her plate, right next to a half-eaten steak.

"Look out," she warned a second before a knife and fork narrowly missed slicing one of my limbs off, instead cutting out a tiny chunk of the meat.

"You want it? Come get it, little man," she had stabbed a piece of steak bigger than my head and held it in front of me.

I knew something was up, but also knew that I had no choice in the matter, and cautiously approached the fork. As I went in to take a bite, something undescribable happened. I was scooped up by the fork, and instinctively clung to it, when I quickly found myself being thrown past her lips into some kind of wet, soggy hell world, holding on for dear life to what I soon realized was her tongue. My entire body was immediately coated from head to toe in her saliva, and the combined scent of steak and alcohol invaded my nostrils.

Her tongue wrestled with me, pushing me into the roof of her mouth, suffocating me in the dense heat, while I couldn't help but hear the deafening sounds of her pearly whites tearing something apart all around me, somehow sparing me all the while. It must have only been half a minute, but it felt like it was never going to end. Just when I expected her to swallow me and end my life, I was hurtling through the air again, and unceremoniously slammed into the cold surface of her plate, gasping for air. I noticed a couple of chewed-up pieces of meat were stuck to my body, realizing she had spat me out with the entire bite of steak, which was now lying in bits around me.

"Bon appetit, little worm. Eat what I've given you," she commanded, continuing to chow down on her delicious meal.

I was in so much pain and so terrified that I had completely lost my appetite. I hoped the tears streaming down my face would blend in to the drool oozing down my body. This was not the first time she had fed me like a bird, or even put me in her mouth, but it was certainly the most brutal. The disgusting, unappetizing bits of food that I was forced to consume tasted incredibly bland, the texture of her slobber having ruined any chance of making this meal anything other than torturous. All the while, I didn't even consider turning it down, knowing that I likely wouldn't be fed again for days.

--

Nearly an hour later, once Linda's viscous mouth juices were finally washed off of my body, I joined the giantess as she sat in front of the TV again, now sitting criss-cross on the couch in more comfortable clothing. This time, however, I was sitting between her thighs, awaiting further instruction.

Without averting her gaze from the screen, she pushed me against her sweatpants. I looked up at her to see if she was going to say anything to me, but not a word came out of her mouth as her hand forced me directly into her crotch. Even as I was a couple of clothing layers from direct contact with her genitals, the scent of her womanhood made itself apparent. She simply began to absentmindedly drag me across, not responding as I screamed out while the fabric threatened to burn my skin. I tried to figure out a breathing pattern to keep from being suffocated, but her movements were erratic and unpredictable. Before I knew it, everything had stopped. Linda's other hand shut the TV off, and then tapped her phone a few times. Dated alternative rock began to sound off from the home speakers, and the lights began to dim.

Linda stretched open her waistband and dumped me into her panties, forcing me to become very intimate with her mature, unshaven womanhood. She forcefully pushed me into the lips of her already moist pussy, and though I was desperately struggling against the brute strength of the digits that enveloped me, it was to no avail. When she became wet enough, I started to choke on her juices, which handily made their way into my eyes, nose, and mouth, burning my sinuses. One bad thing gave way to another as she forced my head into her clitoris, asphyxiating me in the process.

"Oh! Ohhhh, yes!" I could hear her roar from high above, clearly having the time of her life while I struggled to stay alive. This went on and on - round after round, as she climaxed again and again. It never failed to disturb me how exalted she became when using my body to pleasure herself.

Finally, when the music stopped, and when I was just about to black out, the giantess let go of me. I was relieved to still be alive, albeit with yet another one of Linda's bodily fluids dripping down my torso.

"Oh, Jesus, that was fabulous," the satisfied giantess slurred. "Who needs a husband when I've got a little twerp to do my chores and shove inside me on demand?"

--

Once she had casted her soiled panties into her dirty laundry, Linda took me into her bathroom, where I lay between her feet on the floor while she sat on the toilet, urinating. This lasted until she got up and turned the shower on.

"Care to join me while I hose off?" she asked in a way that was equal parts seductive and teasing. I stood up, mostly eager to wash the sticky discharge off of my skin.

"You do deserve a reward, after all, for being such a good little boy today~," she continued, pulling her shirt up and revealing her breasts. "Wanna come and shower with your mistress?"

Even after the brutality I had been subject to that evening, my mouth was watering and my cheeks started to flush as the giantess essentially stripped for me. She brought me up to her heaving breasts, closer and closer, until...

"In your dreams, freak."

Before I knew it, my entire frame slammed hard into the medicine cabinet, darkness surrounding me as she closed the opening shut and I realized how many of tonight's wounds I would be nursing for days or weeks.

"Wait in there while I clean up. We've got a long weekend ahead of us."