The café was fairly busy for a Monday night where Mistress Sara, wearing a plain grey t-shirt, blue jeans, white socks, and her well-worn black canvas shoes with white rubber toe-cap and accents, sat talking to a very pretty early 30’s-something woman with long blonde hair and green eyes. Her name was Andrea, and she was dressed in a woman’s black business suit with white blouse and patent leather peep-toe stilettos.
“I don’t normally…operate without my clients having a safe word, especially on their first time being shrunk,” said Sara as she lifted her latte up to her lips to take a drink.
“I’m sure you’ve made exceptions in the past, haven’t you?” Andrea asked as she brushed her hair behind her left ear. “I’d pay you more than your quoted price for the 4 hours.”
Sara swallowed her coffee and set it down, looking at the fancy design the barista had made on the top of the latte as she contemplated Andrea’s request.
“It’s not about the money. I actually don’t do this for the money. The money is more to ensure my client’s commitment to the experience,” Sara said as she adjusted her seating and leaned forward, setting her left elbow on the table.
“Just to be clear,” Sara began, “you want to do a four hour session at 1” in size with absolutely no safe word?”
“Yes!” Andrea said, a big smile coming across her face as she nodded with some excitement.
“Why?” Mistress Sara asked as picked up her drink to take another sip.
Andrea drew a deep breath before she began to explain.
“Without divulging too much of my personal or professional life, have you ever seen ‘Up in the Air’ with George Clooney?”
Sara nodded her head and replied, “Yes, I’ve seen it.”
“I’m that guy,” Andrea stated. “I’m hired by companies all over the globe to come in, evaluate, recommend, and then ‘trim the fat’, so to speak. I’m an ax-man, or ax-woman in this case. Well, I was talking with my therapist, venting about how I was viewed as always crushing peoples dreams and such, and she suggested that I seek out…someone in your profession who could provide an experience parallel to that which I do to others. That’s why I don’t want a safe word. That’s why I want the worst, most vile, harsh situation you can put me in. I need to feel what others feel, metaphorically of course.”
Sara’s head nodded slowly as she listened to Andrea.
“Alright. But be careful what you wish for, because I have a situation that will pretty much break you, I’m almost certain, especially after twelve hours” she said.
“Don’t tell me. I want it to be a complete surprise,” replied Andrea.
“After your deposit clears, we’ll coordinate our schedules,” Sara said with a grin.
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It had been almost three weeks since Andrea and Mistress Sara’s meeting. After Andrea’s deposit and session check cleared, Mistress Sara was very excited to get the session scheduled.
It was 10am on a Saturday morning Andrea arrived via an Uber at the Air B-n-B that Mistress Sara had arranged in a non-descript home in suburbia. She was wearing casual clothes – a white tank top, short jean shorts, and flip-flops along with her cross-body purse which contained her wallet and phone. Her long blonde hair was back in a ponytail. Her heart was racing as she knocked on the door.
“Come in!” came the familiar voice of Mistress Sara.
Upon opening the door, Andrea was greeted by Mistress Sara who was wearing what appeared to be a softball uniform which consisted of a purple athletic shirt with a number screen-printed on it and black athletic shorts. In her hand was a shrink collar and its control.
“Hello, how are you?” Mistress Sara said as she smiled and escorted Andrea into the living room.
“I’m fine, thanks,” Andrea answered, nervous about what she had signed up for.
“So, what’s going to happen to me?” she asked as she took a seat on an overstuffed chair, placing her purse by the chair. She noticed a pair of very well-worn softball cleats on the tiled floor nearby.
Mistress Sara smiled as she stepped around the backside of the chair to secure the shrink collar. Andrea quickly lifted her long blonde hair from her neck to allow the collar to be appropriately placed.
“Under no circumstances do you take this off, understood?” said Mistress Sara. “If you do, it resets the settings, and you will be stuck at that size permanently.”
“Yes, ma’am,” responded Andrea.
“There we go,” Mistress Sara said as she finished buckling the black leather collar. She then proceeded to step around and stand in front of Andrea, who gulped audibly in nervousness.
“And it’s ‘Yes, Mistress’, understood?” she said with an authoritative demeanor.
“Y-y-yes, Mistress,” Andrea said, feeling that Mistress Sara was almost a completely different person than when they had met before.
“So, today, since you’ve given me free reign to administer whatever punishment I want, I have decided that you are going to suffer in my nasty, stinky, three-week-old sweaty softball socks while I play in a game,” Mistress Sara said, struggling to keep a strait, intense look on her face while being amused with the look of fear and absolute dread that washed over Andrea.
“Uh, you’re…what? Um…” was all that Andrea could say before the pain in her neck, which was a combination of a stabbing and burning sensation, overwhelmed her.
“AAAHHHHH!” she cried, clutching at the collar of fire around her neck and throat, instantly regretting this decision. She felt her body cramp painfully as she was reduced in size from her 5’5” stature. Her clothes folded, crumpled and bunched up around her, and within a very long, painful moment, she was reduced to an inch in size.
Andrea moaned in pain as she curled up in a fetal position on the seat she had been sitting in, laying on some of the shirt’s cotton fabric and visible almost square in the neck hole. Mistress Sara couldn’t help but chuckle and smiled as she reached down to pick up the tiny woman by the ankle.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!” screamed Andrea as she was lifted upside down in Sara’s massive grip.
The giantess’s index finger and thumb pinching tightly around her left ankle. Andrea’s eyes were open-wide in astonishment as her arms dangled down past her head, along with her pretty blonde hair. She was panicking as she continued to ascend in Mistress Sara’s grip.
“Four hours,” said the giantess, her voice booming in Andrea’s tiny ears, “and it’s supposed to be really hot today.”
Mistress Sara chuckled as she walked with the tiny 1” woman in her hands. The sounds of Andrea’s cries and screams amused.
“LET ME GO!! CHANGE ME BACK!!! I CHANGE MY MIND!!!” said the frightened woman.
“You’ll be okay, I promise. Everyone is nervous at first. Trust me, alright?” the giantess said as she lifted the collar’s control and lowered the volume so Andrea’s cries wouldn’t annoy her as they came over the controller’s communication array.
Andrea watched from high above as the giant size 9 feet traversed the shiny white tile floor of the house, the soles of which slapped against the surface with each footfall.
<SLAP-SLAP-SLAP>
The sound overpowered Andrea’s cries, and she ceased her wailing of travail as Mistress Sara walked over to the couch and sat down. Near the giantess’s feet, Andrea noticed the well-worn Adidas softball cleats that were black and white.
“I’ve had these cleats for almost 5 years now, and I play multiple seasons each year,” said Mistress Sara as she lifted the miniaturized Andrea up to dangle in front of her eyes. She smiled as she observed Andrea resume her crying and screaming, her arms flailing in a panic.
“The socks inside haven’t been washed in 3 weeks, and I’ve played over a dozen games in that time,” the giantess continued, despite Andrea’s cries and pleas being so loud that they were quite audible to Sara.
“PLEASE!!! OH GOD!!! NOO!!! PLEASE LET ME GO!! I NEED A SAFEWORD!!! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!!!” Andrea continued; however, Mistress Sara was unable to make out what the tiny woman was saying.
“So, today,” Mistress Sara continued, “you will spend the entire time beneath my toes, in a sock, suffering in my cleat while I play a minimum of three games. Based on our discussion, I will not check on you, and there is no safe word, so this is completely as you requested it.”
Mistress Sara pulled out a long, black, knee-high sock from out of the right cleat that rest on the floor from below, smiling as Andrea continued to try to vocalize her protests and fears loud enough to be heard.
“I’m not going to lie to you, I am concerned for your safety. But as you requested, I’m not going to check on you to make sure you’re alright,” the giantess said as she began to lower the tiny woman who was vehemently trying to wriggle out from her grip.
“NNOOOO!!!!!! DON’T DROP ME IN!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” cried Andrea as her giantess mistress held her over the opening of the black knee-high sock, holding the opening in her right hand.
Mistress Sara’s smile grew big, and she released the tiny girl, whose sounds of protest, along with her naked little body, disappeared into the cotton chasm.
“AAAAHHHHH-HRGGHH!” exclaimed Andrea as she landed with a moist thud all the way at the bottom of the sock in the toe-section. She cried out as she looked above, fear and dread flooding her psyche even more.
The light within the dark cotton shaft was ambient at best, with what little light that made the interior of the sock visible streaming in from above. The cotton fabric loops that Andrea lay against were cold, soggy, and grimy to the touch. Then there was the first inhale that Andrea took, and it nearly made her pass out.
The smell was so thick of a foul, sweaty, cheesy-popcorn-type smell that her stomach quickly churned, eliciting a deep dry-heave that caused her to double-up. Andrea continued to cough and dry-heave as she tried to sit up. The sock seemed to be moving, keeping her from accomplishing even the most trivial tasks as she lay in the thick toe. High above her, Andrea noticed Mistress Sara’s eye peering in from the top of the sock, her thumbs visible on either side as the giant woman held it open.
“Good! Looks like you’re getting settled in. I want you to meet five new friends!” the giantess said.
Andrea’s visage seemed to pale even further as she watched beautiful face of her mistress ascend and disappear as the opening seemed to get stretched by the massive thumbs that held the sock. And then, as if out of a horror movie, Mistress Sara’s very large toes, attached to her size 9 foot, appeared. They were quickly encased in shadow, which darkened the rest of the sock-prison.
“NOOOOO!!! LET ME OUT!!!! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!!” Andrea screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched the wriggling toes slide slowly towards her. The giant digits squeezed, scrunched, and splayed in the shadow as they slid closer and closer.
“NOOOOO!!!! HRRRRGGHHMMPPPFFF!!!”
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Sara slowly finished pulling her sock on, and could feel Andrea’s tiny 1” body slide beneath her second and third toes with the little woman’s feet and ankles just barely beneath her fourth toe. She had a big smile on her face caused by her shrunken submissive’s feeble attempts to fight against her. She grabbed her sock at the heel and pulled it tighter, feeling the naked slave-girl get pressed even more against the underside of her toes.
She then pulled her knee-high sock up to the bottom of her right knee, and proceeded to slip the left sock on as well. Sara could still feel Andrea squirming within the sock’s tight confines, knowing full-well that the smell was quite foul and strong. She could smell the socks at her full size from where she was sitting, and couldn’t help but wonder about how bad they smelled to Andrea.
The tiny girl continued to squirm in a panic beneath the giantess’s toes, so Sara gave her a prolonged squeeze.
<SCRRRRUUUNNNCCHHH!!>
Andrea was seeing stars as the toes clenched around her body. Her face was immersed entirely in the wrinkly underside of the second toe, and held her fast, smothering her.
Mistress Sara held her powerful toes around Andrea for several long, grueling seconds. The tiny woman had certainly stopped trying to fight, so she let go after almost ten seconds.
Andrea was huffing and puffing for air as the toes relaxed, but Mistress Sara wasn’t done.
<SCCCRRRUNNCH!>
Andrea’s exclamation of pain was muffled with ease against the clammy underside of the giant second toe. Her body was compressed mightily within the giant digits’ grasp, flooding the tiny woman’s senses with pain as the massive toes held their grip around her naked body with such strength. Once again, she was seeing stars as she pined for air.
Mistress Sara released her grip once again and proceeded to stand up.
The weight of this single action bore down mightily upon Andrea, whose panicked cry was once again muffled by toe-flesh. The foot then lifted as the giantess took a step, allowing Andrea to cry out with pain and panic in the darkness of the black sock.
<WHAM!>
The giantess’s foot crashed hard against the tile floor. Andrea’s head bounced for a moment on the thick, soft cotton sock beneath, just as the toe-flesh bore down upon her face once again.
“MMPFF!” she exclaimed for a moment as the weight of Sara’s footstep transferred over her for a moment, sending her body into sensory overload for a brief second before the foot lifted from the floor once more, flew forward at an incomprehensible speed, and slammed once again on the floor, repeating the torturous process again…and again…and again.
Mistress Sara walked into the kitchen where her Chaco sandals were. They were pretty well worn themselves, having an imbedded grid for an insole pattern. She lifted her right foot, and pointed it down to slip her sock-clad foot in amongst the straps and buckles of the athletic sandal.
Andrea was near hyperventilating as the giant foot lifted from the floor and tilted downward. She was so small that gravity barely noticed her, and the tensile strength of the cotton sock she was encased in held fast against her. The weave of the sock was so thick that she could barely make out what was happening outside as she barely was able to turn her head from the underside of the second toe.
The sock-clad foot pressed against the insole of the sandal, causing tiny Andrea to exhale all of her air due to the compressing of her body. The giantess slid her foot through the straps and leaned down, pulling the buckles of her sandal tight.
“I CAN DO THIS!! I CAN DO THIS!” Andrea thought to herself within the incredibly smelly confines of the sock. Her heart continued to race so strongly that it pounded within her skull. Toe-flesh encased the tiny woman on 3-sides, shortening her breath some. She breathed through her mouth in an attempt to not have to smell the stinky sock, but she could taste it just as badly.
“I CAN DO THIS! I’VE GOT THIS!” she kept telling herself. Then the giantess’s foot lifted and flew through the air once more as Mistress Sara took a step.
Step-after-step, Andrea had the air crushed out of her. Her giantess tormentor had grabbed her softball gear, and was walking out of the house to the baseball fields nearby.
Andrea’s breathing was erratic at best. The giantess that was walking all over her didn’t seem to pay much attention to her. But that was far from the truth.
“I CAN’T DO THIS!! I CAN’T DO THIS!!! LET ME OUT!!! LET ME GO!!!!!” she cried within her mind.
As Sara took each step, she could feel Andrea’s expression of air against the sensitive skin on the underside of her toe. As long as she felt Andrea breathing every 3-4 steps, she knew that the tiny submissive would be just fine. And as the ballfields were only a few blocks away, she felt this was a good way to break the tiny woman in for her hellish session in her cleat.
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Each footfall that Andrea was enduring now as Mistress Sara walked to the ball park caused tremendous pain within her ribs, breasts, abdomen, and hips. The weight that repetitively bore down upon her tiny 1” body was tremendous. Her arms were pinned to her sides by the warming flesh; her hips were painfully rolled within their sockets so as not to have her knees painfully crushed; and her shoulders were also pressed upon with mighty force. All of this would produce a yelp of tremendous pain with each step.
“AAAHH!! HELPP!!!” she cried, her face partially obscured by toe-flesh. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. She couldn’t believe that she had been such an idiot to actually believe her therapist would suggest something like this to her. As the air was crushed once more from her naked 1” frame, she thought,
“This is what it’s like…to have your life crushed!”
Indeed, the mere act of being trampled by the giantess within only a few minutes of being shrunk and imprisoned was enough to help her understand how the people that she would lay-off or let-go felt. Unfortunately for the tiny woman, though…she had nearly four hours of this to endure.
The footfalls finally abated for a bit, and the weight and pressure that bore down upon Andrea’s tiny body subsided as the giantess took a seat in the dugout. Andrea used the time to catch her breath while she could.
Sara pulled her cleats out from her gear bag and set them on the floor of the dugout as others of her team were about, getting ready, stretching, and throwing softballs back and forth. She smiled as she could feel her tiny sub breathing rapidly against the underside of her toe as she leaned forward to unfasten the buckles of her sandals.
Andrea’s world lifted unexpectedly, tilting downward to her left for a brief moment. The surprise motion elicited a panicked cry from her, which was slightly audible to Mistress Sara, who had grabbed her 4-year-old cleat. The punishing toes tilted upward as they entered the inside of the cleat. The sound of the cotton sock scraping along the well-worn insole of the cleat flooded Andrea’s ears.
“NNOOOOOOO!!! LET ME OUT!!!!” she cried as the pressure built up all around.
Sara’s foot then moved swiftly to the ground where the heel of her foot slid in, entombing Andrea within.
“HRRGGH!!” she groaned within the cramped confines of the shoe. The smell, which was quite pungent enough, somehow got worse. The giantess’s toe-flesh pressed firmly upon her entire body. She was helpless and trapped. She tried to wriggle against the resistance, but this prompted an undesired response from her giantess mistress.
<SSCCRUUNNCCHH!>
Andrea’s cry of pain was muffled deeply within a fold of toe-flesh, her face being buried against the warm, smelly toe-wrinkle as her body was compressed by the giantess’s warm toes, her face smashed against the underside of the second toe. The tiny woman was seeing stars again as Mistress Sara held her tiny slave girl with her scrunched toes for nearly twenty seconds.
“PLEASE LET ME GO!!” she pleaded within her mind as her face was completely smothered by the smelly toe. She tried to wriggle against the scrunching toes, but it was useless. She was completely at Sara’s mercy.
Andrea took several deep breathes as the toes released their punishing grip. The shoe seemed to vibrate, and the sounds of the shoe’s laces being pulled tight and tightened could be heard. The tiny woman began to sob, regretting instantly that she had ever conceived of this notion.
As Sara pulled on the shoe-strings to tighten the cleat, she felt the little woman’s body quivering and trembling. She was amused by Andrea’s suffering, and she hadn’t even broken a sweat yet.
Andrea grunted under each crushing footfall, seeing stars as the giantess proceeded to jog in place while stretching. The tiny woman had no choice but to accept her fate as she was smothered by the giantess’s second toe for a prolonged period while Sara continued to stretch.
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“HRRRGGHH!!” groaned Andrea as the heat, smell, and sweat built up inside the unforgiving shoe-prison. The sun’s rays beat-down upon the leather enclosure with no clouds in the sky. The sweat was seeping into Andrea’s eyes, irritating them relentlessly, while it also dried her mouth out from the concentrations of salt and ammonia. The conditions in the micro-climate of the toe-crevice were inhumane at best, and almost deadly at worst.
The heat within Sara’s cleat as she stood out in right field during the first inning was near 100 degrees. Andrea couldn’t tell what her sweat was and what her mistress’s foot-sweat was. The air she inhaled, or rather, the pungent foot-odor that acted as air, was just as hot, causing the young woman’s internal temperature to climb as well.
Trickles of sweat seeped into her mouth, which was agape to breathe, causing her to cough frequently.
“Must…endure,” she thought to herself. She found herself so desperate for any form of relief that she licked at the terrible-tasting toe in hopes that maybe, somehow, the foot-sweat of her giantess-mistress would perhaps cool her off. She was wrong, and the taste was quite acrid.
The inning then came to an end, and the giantess proceeded to jog all the way from right field to the dugout.
“HRGGH!”
<STEP>
“HRGH!”
<STEP>
The tiny woman barely kept her composure, and her consciousness, as the oven she was trapped beneath crushed firmly upon her with each rapid footfall. The jogging finally ceased, and Andrea’s breathing was quite rapid against Sara’s second toe.
Meanwhile, Mistress Sara picked up her bat, and then proceeded to the batter’s box. She was batting first. She took a few swings as she walked out to the diamond, and occasionally felt Andrea’s puffs of air against her toe. Once in the batter’s box, she got set for the first pitch.
<CLANK!>
Swinging on the first pitch sent the slow-pitched softball flying deep to center. Unfortunate for Andrea, the giantess tore off running. The rapid motion crushed her brutally beneath the giant toes with such fervor that she blacked out for a few moments, unable to sense what was happening to her. Her body was as compressed as possible beneath the weight of the massive toes with each punishing step her giantess mistress took. The poor woman was seeing stars, and her nervous system reduced to nothing but electrical shocks that flooded and overwhelmed her mind.
Once Sara reached first, she continued to round to second, and Andrea’s mind and body continued to be pummeled beneath the massive toes of the giantess, who thankfully stopped at second base.
“Good job!”
“Great hit, Sara!”
“NICE! WAY TO GO!”
All of these cheers could be heard by Sara as she stood with her left foot on the bag.
Within the shoe, though, Andrea was startled awake by the sudden stop of her giantess tormentor as the conditions continued to deteriorate beneath the toes. The heat seemed to increase even more after the trampling run. The sweat that seemed to seep out now seemed to trickle out from the pores between the friction ridges and wrinkles on the undersides of the toes, causing her to be absolutely sweat-soaked. Her blonde hair was absolutely saturated in Mistress Sara’s foot-sweat.
Her rapid exhales were audible as she tried to catch her breath. The sound lightly tickled the underside of Sara’s toe, which let her know that her sub was alright.
The next batter took a combination of balls and foul-tips, allowing for Mistress Sara to hold and pace gently at second. Finally, the batter connected, sending the softball ripping into right field. Sara noticed it would not be played by the outfielder and tagged up, running to third base.
The surprise of the rapid crushing Andrea endured sent her once more into sensory overload. Painful shocks of electricity flooded her nervous system yet again, overwhelming her mind, causing her to pass out once again.
Sara rounded third, believing that she could beat the throw in, and indeed, she did, as the throw was well off of the catcher at home plate. Her right foot slammed on diamond as she scored, which jarred Andrea back into consciousness.
“HRRGHHH!!” she cried again as she woke up, and then instantly coughed as the air was trampled out of her while Sara picked up the previous batter’s bat and then walked to the dugout. After high-fiving and congrats were exchanged, she took a seat, much to Andrea’s delight.
“LET ME…OUT OF HERE!!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!” cried the tiny woman.
The heat and smell within the shoe were so foul that she thought she was going to throw-up. Desperate to try to get her mistress’s attention, the little woman tried to bite at the underside of the second toe. However, she only managed to scrape some of the grime and sweat off into her mouth, making her more miserable. Once again, Andrea began to sob from the tremendous amount of pain she was in.
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Andrea’s burning eyes snapped open once more after the giantess had finished jogging back out to right field. She coughed on the foot-sweat that trickled into her mouth as she tried to inhale the hot, humid, tepid foot-odor. Her body was aching at every joint, her muscles cramping from the extreme heat.
She yelled in pain and fear in the darkness, her cry partially muffled by the toe-flesh that obscured her face. Her yell devolved into a sob and cry moments before the giantess whose shoe she was imprisoned in began to sprint to get under a fly-ball in time to make the play. Each footfall Andrea experienced punished her body. She was absolutely miserable in Sara’s sweat-sock-sauna.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” exclaimed Andrea, frustrated with the feeling that she might not ever escape from the giantess’s sweat sock. She tried to wriggle again, but was too weak. Her effort only caused more muscles in her abs and legs to cramp uncontrollably, resulting in further cries of pain.
As Mistress Sara stood out in the outfield, she felt the tiny woman suffering in her shoe, breathing rapidly and squirming beneath her toes. She couldn’t imagine how hard it was for her sub to suffer within. With the third out having come on strikes, Sara trotted back across the field to the dugout.
Andrea was smashed rapidly beneath the pulverizing toes. Her wind was pressed with ease from her lungs as the giantess trampled her for several long seconds. The pain was too overwhelming, and the tiny, shrunken slave passed out yet again from the extreme conditions.
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The sound of sweaty cotton scraping against the insole of the giantess’s cleat, mixed with the motion of the foot moving out of the cleat stirred the tiny 1” woman beneath toes. The cotton prison tilted down at an angle and continued to travel upwards, until Andrea felt herself upright, and the foot stopped its movement as Mistress Sara rested her foot on her knee.
The air within the sock was still thick with foot-odor and sweat, but the heat was beginning to dissipate, much to Andrea’s relief. She coughed as she was finally able to take full-breathes uninhibited for the first time in nearly 2 hours, and also began to cry with relief.
Mistress Sara’s toes clenched around her, squeezing her very tightly and smothering her once more against the underside of her toe for several seconds. She then lowered her foot after releasing the punishing scrunch around Andrea back to her Chaco sandal.
As Andrea lay in the sweat-soaked cotton toe of the sock, the giantess mistress finished tightening her sandal. All around her were normal-sized individuals celebrating the blow-out win over the other team, laughing and talking while she lay panting for any form of air. Sara’s voice could be heard replying to others as they spoke. A few moments later, Mistress Sara stood up, and picked up her gear bag, throwing it over her shoulder. She then began to walk back to the rental.
“NOOO!!! NOOO!!!! NOOOOO!!!!” Andrea cried as the giantess proceeded to trample her again on her return back. Crushing step after crushing step, Andrea was once again trampled to her limits very quickly. Her ribs compressed beneath the tremendous pressure, forcing out what little air was in her lungs that she could inhale between the rapid footfalls. Her muscles continued to cramp, and her joints ached tremendously. She was seeing stars with each step Mistress Sara administered, grunting and groaning in incredible pain until she passed out once more.
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Mistress Sara set her bag down in the entryway and proceeded to walk in to the living room of the cool rental house she rented for the weekend. With other clients expected to stop by shortly to be punished with her sweaty feet and socks and cleats, she needed to wrap up the session with Andrea. After sitting down on the sofa, she removed her sandals, and peeled off her right sock. Andrea remained stuck to the front-side of the giantess’s footpad, as well as to the underside of the clammy toes she was beneath.
The remote for the shrink collar was resting next to Sara on the couch where she had left it from earlier. She turned up the volume so she could hear Andrea, sobbing and weeping, which brought a smile to the giantess’s face. Sara then stretched her leg out in front of her and splayed her toes, which caused Andrea to dislodge from the clammy, sweaty, stinky skin, screaming as she plummeted to the hard tile floor below.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”
<WHUMP!>
Andrea’s reddened body lay motionless on the white-tile floor face down. A faint sob began to be heard over the remote in Sara’s hand. The giantess proceeded to slip her sock back on while Andrea lay crying on the cold hard floor.
“I see you survived alright in there. I usually reserve experiences like that for the most tested and tried of my shrunken slaves, so congratulations to you,” Mistress Sara said as she removed the ponytail holder from her hair, only to tighten it back up and secure it once more.
“So, I’m going to give you an opportunity…you technically have about thirty minutes left on your session. I’m willing to give you a chance to tap out now,” said Mistress Sara as she stood up, towering over Andrea’s naked body. “You have 5 seconds to decide.”
Andrea sniveled a moment, then said,
“PLEASE STOP!!!! NO MORE!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!”
A somewhat disappointed look came over Sara’s face, but she wasn’t too surprised. She picked the remote back up and changed the settings on the interface.
“Alright, let’s get you back to ‘normal’, shall we?” said Mistress Sara as she pressed the button on the remote.
“AAAAAHHHH!!” Andrea cried out in pain as the collar began its enlargement process. She clutched at leather band that burned around her neck as her body also jolted in cramping spasms while returning to her normal 5’5” size. After a long moment, Andrea was her regular size, laying naked on the cold tile floor, panting as she clutched her sides. She wept some more as Mistress Sara rested her left sock-clad foot on the woman’s face, splaying her toes over her nose.
“Welcome to my collection,” Mistress Sara said, listening to Andrea take a deep inhale of the sweat-sock through her nose.