It was the middle of the afternoon on Saturday.  Mistress Sara had just watched her newest client leave, not expecting any repeat business from Andrea after she had spent a couple of hours suffering in her softball cleats during a game.  She was looking forward to her next client, Cameron, who was in his late 20’s.  He was always very quiet and shy in her presence, but had a boyish charm to him despite his social quirks.  There were many introverts that occasionally sought out her services, so Cameron was not much different in this regard to other male-subs that she considered part of her “collection”.  This interaction would be their sixth in three years, and Cameron was actually her earliest male-sub, apart from her husband, so he held a special place in her heart.

Additionally, Mistress Sara felt a special connection and bond with Cameron because he genuinely devoted all of himself in his worship of her and her feet, desiring to give her all that he was whether he was full size or shrunk.  He valued Mistress Sara for who she was and what he could do for her, which was opposite of most of her clientele that booked sessions based on what she could do for them.  Sometimes, she felt that even her own husband failed to view her with such love and devotion as young Cameron. 

Mistress Sara, in turn, viewed Cameron as more than just part of her collection, as more than a foot slave.  She felt that he was her personal foot attendant.  After their second session, Mistress Sara  no longer associated the term “slave” with Cameron, feeling that it was actually too degrading to him.  He didn’t crave domination by her.  Slaves required training, frequently needing to be trampled and crushed to break their spirits.  Cameron was already submissive to her, and he viewed her as a goddess.

She knew that the young man couldn’t afford a whole lot, but didn’t want to come across as patronizing to him or that she viewed him as a charity for fear that it may interfere with their interactions, though few and far between, or even create a barrier between them.  The socio-economic difference between the two were definitely night-and-day.  For as much as she loved his devotion to her, truth was that she would never be caught out in public with him, unless he were shrunk and attached to her anklet as a charm or wrapped around her toe like a ring, perhaps. 

Mistress Sara also knew that today was her sub’s birthday, and she was happy to be able to use him and interact with him that afternoon.  Knowing Cameron loved to smell her feet and lick the sweat, dirt, and grime off of them, she intentionally wore the same pair of socks during the past few weeks of her softball season.

In preparation for Cameron’s arrival, Mistress Sara proceeded to put her cleats back on and tied them before going to lay out in the sun on the back porch.  It didn’t take much prompting as the sun’s rays beat down upon the foul, 4-year-old cleats for them to heat back up, and her feet to begin to perspire.

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As the bus pulled away from its stop, Cameron began his multi-block walk to the address that Mistress Sara had provided.  As he walked down the sidewalk, he entered the high-end suburban neighborhood, admiring the stone and brick houses of the post-modern architecture that heavily influenced the area.  The trees gently swayed in the warm breeze.  Noticing the time, he needed to quicken his pace.

It had been several months since his last session, and the anticipation had been building for the past few weeks when he was finally able to afford to get on his mistress’s schedule.  But there was something about his interactions with his mistress that made all of life’s worries and stresses disappear.  There were few people in his life, and even fewer women, but there was only one with whom he could be open with, or feel that he could be himself when they were around.

Having a foot fetish was still a social taboo, and many people find themselves hiding in the shadows to suppress their desires.  As it was of upmost importance to Mistress Sara when establishing lines of communication with her clientele, she required them to be open and upfront with their deepest desires and darkest fantasies so that she could tailor her interactions.  It was during these early emails with the giantess mistress that Cameron finally found acceptance, feeling absolutely no judgement from Mistress Sara as he found the courage to communicate with her his desires. 

His first session with the gts-mistress was nerve-racking and scary at first.  Even Mistress Sara was a little uncertain of herself when they first met, as Cameron was Mistress Sara’s first male sub.  It had started out somewhat harsh as Mistress Sara was so used to a more sadistic interaction with her subs who preferred to be trampled and stomped.  However, by the end of that first hour, she had figured out how to harness and restrain her domineering spirit, and to just relax while someone willingly worshipped her for who she was, and not who she could pretend to be.

And Cameron found that when he was in the presence of Mistress Sara, he could be himself.  He could devote his time and effort to pleasing someone in a way that he was very passionate about – foot worship…shrunken foot worship, and that person, in-turn, adored the attention.  Mistress Sara didn’t look at him as if he were some sick, perverted freak.  She didn’t look at him as if he were a client, even.  There was something much more to their relationship.

Upon walking the walkway, Cameron knocked on the door, swallowing his nerves as he composed himself.  Odd-sounding footfalls could be heard behind the thick mahogany wood door.  And for the first time in weeks, since having scheduled the session, Cameron smiled as the door opened, and he was greeted by the beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman known as Mistress Sara.  Being a sci-fi nerd that he was, Cameron couldn’t help but compare her looks and appearance to Katie Sackhoff.

“Hi Cameron,” said Mistress Sara with a radiant smile that drew across her face.  “Come on in,” she said.

Cameron took note of Mistress Sara’s attire as she was wearing a purple softball jersey, black athletic shorts, black knee-high socks, and well-worn black & white Adidas cleats.  His heart fluttered at the sight of his mistress.

“Uh…hi…thanks,” he said shyly as he stepped into the house.  Mistress Sara closed and locked the door behind them. 

“Follow me,” she instructed, and walked ahead of Cameron, the sound of her cleats chattered against the cold white marble tile floor.  Cameron removed his shoes near the doorway and couldn’t help but admire the curves of his mistress’s body as she walked ahead.  She had good hips, strong athletic legs, and toned arms and neck.  Her long blonde hair bounced lightly in its ponytail-form with her footfalls as she escorted him further in the house.  She stopped and turned to look over her left shoulder, smiling back at him.

“C’mon, let’s have some fun.”

As he walked in the posh abode, his attention quickly turned to the fancy leather furniture and high-end tile floor.  The air was nice and cold from the a/c that spun chilled air to fight off the heat of the day.  The wall of windows showed more of the opulence of the house, revealing its in-ground swimming pool with covered cabana overlooking the valley.  On the coffee table was a black leather collar with a small plastic nodule on it.  A faint red-light flickered occasionally to indicate that it was on and ready for its next victim.

“How have you been?” asked Mistress Sara.  “Can I get you a glass of water or anything?”

“Oh no, please don’t, Mistress Sara.  If anything, I…I should be getting you anything you want.  Anything you want?  Do…do you want anything?” Cameron said, trying to overcome his social awkwardness in the presence of the very beautiful woman.

“That’s sweet of you, but I’m alright,” she responded.  “I have a fun time thought out ahead for you.  Since I don’t get to see you very often, I thought you could help me out with a few things I need done, alright?”

Cameron stood in the living room as Mistress Sara took a seat and propped her cleat-clad feet up on the coffee table.  He gulped as he observed the reddish-brown tint of dust that coated the black and white leather, as well as the hard plastic soles of her shoes. 

“Cameron, I’d like for you to clean my cleats,” Mistress Sara said as she relaxed on the sofa.

“Y-y-yes, Mistress,” he responded and hastily fell to his knees near the coffee table, leaning forward to lower his face to his mistress’s shoes.  He pushed his glasses back on his face before he stuck his tongue out, dragging it over a very small part of her cleat’s outer leather.  He applied several small licks like that, and the dust that covered her cleat was leaving reddish-brown muddy streaks.

“Don’t leave any streaks of dirt, like I’m seeing,” admonished the athletic mistress.

“Yes, Mistress.  I’ll do better,” responded Cameron.

Mistress Sara watched as Cameron continued to lick the outer side of her left cleat.  She could tell that he was really putting some effort into scrubbing the dirt off with his taste buds.  His tongue extended through his lips near the heel as low as he could get, and dragged it all the way up the side of the shoe leather, across the dirty Tri-Stripe Adidas shoes all had, and ended at the toe of the cleat.  He even went so far as to open his mouth and suck on the toe of the shoe, which elicited a smile from the dominatrix at the sub’s effort.

For Cameron, the taste or grit of the dirt weren’t an issue.  He would’ve licked almost anything off his Mistress’s shoes if she had asked.  His mouth was definitely full of muddy grains of dirt that scraped against his own teeth.  He paused for a moment to swallow some of the dirt in his mouth, which made Mistress Sara chuckle.

“Taste good?” she asked in a semi-taunting way.

“Yes, Mistress,” was his immediate response before he dragged his tongue down the instep of her left cleat as he picked up his mistress’s shoe-clad foot in his hands.  He could sense the heat that had built up within the leather prison which made it quite warm to the touch, but continued to focus his efforts with the task at hand. 

After a few more licks on the inside of her left cleat, he focused on the hard plastic sole of the shoe.  The sole of the cleat had some interesting challenges due to a variety of channels and teeth.  The plastic had an abrasive finish to it, and there was a clump of dirt collected near the toe-cleat.  Cameron focused his tongue’s tip on that part of the shoe, but Mistress Sara didn’t let him linger too long here, and after a few moments, instructed her sub to clean the other shoe.

“Don’t forget to clean this one,” Mistress Sara said, lifting her foot from the coffee table and swirling it a few times next to his face, nudging his glasses some.

“Yes, Mistress,” was once again Cameron’s immediate response. 

Mistress Sara lowered her left leg to the floor so Cameron could lick the top and sides of the other shoe.  She watched as her sub delicately held her cleat-clad foot in his hands as he continued to lick the dust and dirt off of her shoe.  He didn’t do a particularly great job at it, as the cleats were so layered in dirt that his tongue left subtle mud-streaks.  Plus, the cleats were so old that the white was more of a faded off-white/yellowish color. 

Lick…lick…lick…lick

“Let me see your tongue,” Mistress Sara requested and sat forward.  Cameron opened his mouth for his mistress and exposed his tongue, which had a build-up of reddish mud in the center of it. 

“Wow, that’s pretty filthy,” she said, smiling and chuckling.  She then leaned forward and began to make a “HWARRRK” sound.

Mistress Sara spat directly into Cameron’s mouth, and then laughed as she brought her right cleat-clad foot up to rest on her left knee.  The sub gulped, swallowing the spit, and then opened his mouth wide as Mistress Sara guided his head with her hand grabbing the hair on the back of his head.  She then proceeded to shove the toe-section of her cleat into his mouth, which caused Cameron to groan for a moment.

“Suck on my shoe,” Mistress Sara said, her voice reflecting a loving, almost maternal-like tone versus an overbearing, dominating one.  She helped force her cleat deep into Cameron’s mouth, which caused him to gag a few times as his mouth was stretched uncomfortably.

“Keep it in there,” she admonished her slave and began to gently pet his cheek with her left hand, her right hand still had a fistful of hair to keep his mouth invaded with her well-worn cleat.

Cameron was in absolute heaven, and he hadn’t even been shrunk yet.  He didn’t even have the shrink collar on!  He fervently sucked on the toe of his mistress’s shoe as best he could.  His lips sealed around the shoe’s dirty leather, and he sucked and sucked and sucked the dirt off as best he could. 

“I hope Mistress is pleased,” he thought to himself.  “She’s so beautiful.  I’m such a nothing.  I’m not even good enough to be the dirt on the soles of her shoes.”

Mistress Sara looked down at the sub who was on his knees, noting his dark brown hair with goatee, his black t-shirt, tan cargo shorts and white socks.  She didn’t know a whole lot about Cameron’s personal life.  She wondered if there was a special woman in his life...a girlfriend, or mom, perhaps.  But seeing as he chose to spend his birthday with her, she assumed that the answer was “no”.

“HRGHH!” Cameron gagged, and Mistress Sara decided to remove her shoe from his mouth and rested her foot back on the floor.  The sub coughed and swallowed a few times, thankful to have his Mistress’s dirty cleat out of his mouth, though he would have gladly accepted it once again had she wished.

“Untie my shoes, Cameron,” Mistress Sara requested.  Though she viewed Cameron as a sub and client, she also had a hard time equating his devotion to her to slavery as others of her clientele that yearned for subjugation. 

Cameron gently worked on the double-knots on the tops of the cleats, and was successful in loosening the leather shoes.

“We’ll need this for this next stage,” his mistress said as she reached forward for the shrink collar.

“Lean forward,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress,” responded Cameron, leaning in towards the beautiful woman as his mistress secured the shrink collar comfortably around his neck.

“There we go.  And because I know today is a special day for you, I wanted to do something special for you.  So, my next cleaning chore I have for you is to suck my sweaty socks clean, and when I say sweaty, I mean, these things haven’t been washed since before you scheduled this session.  And I have gone through a dozen games, including this morning,” Mistress Sara said.  She dialed in a setting on the remote for the collar and pressed the button.

Cameron winced in pain, as his least favorite thing about the interaction was the feeling of shrinking and enlarging as a result of the collar.  However, it was fairly brief, which surprised him.  His clothes were quite baggy, and he was drowning in his shirt.  He was all of three feet tall as he stood up, stepping out of his clothes.  He pushed the pile over to the side of the couch, and returned to kneeling next to Mistress Sara in all of his glory.

“So nice of you to wear your ‘birthday suit’ on your birthday,” Mistress Sara chuckled.  Cameron remained silent, staring down at his mistress’s shoes.

“I hope you’re up to the challenge, because,” Mistress Sara said, pausing as she slipped her right sock-clad foot out of her cleat, “it’s going to take a while for you to suck these clean.”

Cameron gulped.

“Y-y-yes, Mistress.  I’ll do my best,” he responded.

“I know you will.  Because if you don’t, I’ll stomp you like a bug,” Mistress Sara said with a playful look in her eyes.

Cameron watched his mistress peel off the thick black knee-high sock.  He wasn’t sure how he was going to put the whole thing in his now miniaturized mouth, but he was willing to try.  The sock turned inside out, revealing a matted mess of cotton loops in the thick foot part, but the best thing it revealed was the long, reddened, slender foot with just as equally beautiful toes, the nails were finished in a shiny blue metallic paint with green glitter on them.  Mistress Sara dangled it from the top of the sock’s opening over Cameron’s head.

“Open up,” she instructed, and the shrunken man obeyed.  He could feel the warmth radiating from the sock as the strong, pungent, foul foot-odor filled his nostrils.  The sock’s toe-section rested on his mouth and touched his tongue, which caused his gag reflex to fire, but he suppressed it while Mistress Sara laughed.

“I bet this is going to taste horrible,” she said, and proceeded to force the rest of the foot-section in Cameron’s small but open mouth.  She then slowly shoved the grimy, sweaty foot section into his mouth, filling it completely.

Cameron coughed a few times.  His face scrunched up due to the acrid, tepid taste, which caused even more laughter from Mistress Sara.

“Lay down in front of me here,” she said.  With the long leg-section of the sock dangling from his mouth, Cameron lay his naked back against the cold tile floor with his head to Mistress Sara’s left side.  Just as his head lay on the floor, Mistress Sara’s large size 9 right foot lifted and rested over his face, her toes splaying over his nose so he could sniff them.

“Mmmm,” Cameron sighed in great pleasure.  The small man took a deep inhale through his nose of the strong, vinegary popcorn-like smell that emanated from the giantess’s foot.  The taste of the large sock in his mouth added to his arousal, and Mistress Sara was happy to see the little man’s penis inflate from the smell and taste of her foot.

Sniff after sniff, Cameron’s mind swirled.  He was absolutely content to be at Mistress Sara’s feet, sucking on her sock.  A moment later, Mistress Sara moved her warm, bare foot to rest on his chest.  Next, the giantess lifted her cleat-clad left foot off of him as she crossed her left leg over her right knee.  She then slid off her cleat and set it on the coffee table before she lowered her stinky, sweaty sock-clad left foot upon Cameron’s face.

Cameron’s olfactory senses were deluged by the thick foot-odor, and he moaned once more with pleasure.  His manhood jumped for a moment off of his groin, much to the delight of his mistress.

“Good boy,” cooed Mistress Sara as she enjoyed arousing her sub with her feet.  She flexed her toes and wriggled them just above his face, popping a toe-knuckle in the process, and he watched her black cotton-clad foot’s every movement before she rested it once again upon his face.  He was absolutely entranced with his mistress.

“Smell good, don’t they?” she asked.

Cameron grunted an acknowledgement, nodding his head in agreement while his mistress looked over at his plump erection and smiled for a moment before she looked back at Cameron’s face, which was mostly covered beneath her foot.  Off in the distance, a cell phone vibrating on a hard surface could be heard.

“I need to get that,” Mistress Sara said.  She stood up and walked away for a few moments, leaving Cameron red-faced with the large sock hanging out of his mouth.  His eyes were closed, savoring the taste of the three-week-old sock in his mouth.

Mistress Sara’s voice could be heard faintly in the distance giving short answers or brief sentences.  Her lone barefoot slapping against the tile floors throughout the house grew louder as she returned and sat back down while still on the call.  She returned her sock-clad foot to rest over Cameron’s face, immersing him once more in their stench.  With her right foot, she rested it upon the smallish man’s groin, feeling the thickening of Cameron’s member in her toe-crevice.

“Yes, I told them that,” Mistress Sara exclaimed with some frustration in her tone.  Her answer prompted her to clench her toes around Cameron’s cock, which elicited a moan of pleasure from the slightly shrunken man. 

Cameron’s breathing was slowed as he took prolonged inhales of the smelly sock-clad foot on his face, reveling in the attention Mistress Sara was giving his manhood.  His heart was racing with excitement as he was completely given over to the giantess.

“Tell him he’ll need to be very specific about the details.  I don’t want it to get lost in translation,” Mistress Sara said. 

She was sitting leaned forward on the couch, her phone in her right hand, which was resting on her right knee. She looked down at her right foot and could see the tip of Cameron’s penis between her second and big toes.  She observed Cameron’s body language as the voice on the other line continued to talk.  Her client was completely and absolutely submitted to her.  She felt the spot on the sole of her left foot getting warm from his exhales, and slid her foot down to rest on her heel, leaving her toes to lay across his face.  She then moved her right foot so that his penis was standing erect between her second and big toes.

Cameron was in such a state of erotic ecstasy.  His mouth was still full of Mistress Sara’s sock, his face covered by her stinky sock-clad toes, and his cock was being played with by her warm, clammy toes.

“Yes…yes…tell Mr. Tamakachi that I am willing to make the film, but that I require three-times the traveling stipend he is offering,” Mistress Sara said as she gently pinched Cameron’s penis between her toes, which caused the small 3’ sub to gently flinch.  As the Japanese translator continued to relay the conversation to the other person on the line, Mistress Sara grinned as she gently slid her toes up her sub’s shaft, and then back down.

“I would be open to working with another giantess, or even many giantess’s for the scenes,” Mistress Sara said.  Her toes slid up the warm, hard flesh-tube, and then back down.  She could feel Cameron’s breathing pattern change to heightened excitement as she repeated the process a few more times.

“No, he doesn’t need to do that…no…no, I’ll be bringing my own assistant,” Mistress Sara spoke.  Her toes remained firmly clamped around Cameron’s reddened cock, a glistening of precum dribbled from his urethra.  She ran her toes up the shaft once more, and then slowly back down again. 

“Yes…okay, thank you.  Goodbye,” she said, finally ending the phone call.  She returned her attention to the throbbing, thick cock between her toes after setting her phone down, and proceeded to flex her toes so that they went up and down his shaft at a set pace.

“Mmmmm,” Cameron audibly sighed, his verbalization of pleasure muffled by the sock still stuffed in his mouth.  The sock in his mouth was becoming quite soaked in his saliva, which was also pooling up in his mouth.  He worked on swallowing, and could feel strands of sock lint tickle his throat as he did. His breathing became more drawn out, taking fuller breathes of his mistress’s smelly toes as he was being excited. But then the giant toes withdrew from around his penis, and it pulsated so close to climax.

“I think that will have to wait for later,” Mistress Sara said with a big smile on her face.  She then leaned over and after sliding her left foot off her sub’s face, removed the sock from his mouth.

As Cameron lay on the floor, Mistress Sara proceeded to pick up the remote and dialed in a new setting.  The small man began to shrink even more, and the process was quite painful as Mistress Sara had set the setting to an inch.

“HRGH!” he cried, wincing in pain for a few moments before shrink collar finished its process.  The world around him was immense.  The underside of the coffee table seemed to be huge and far away.  And then there was the giantess who was smiling down at him from her seat on the couch.  Her left leg, still bearing a knee-high sock, uncrossed, and the sock-clad foot quickly filled his vision.  He was quickly cast in its descending shadow, and the smell was even stronger at his newly reduced size, inducing some uncontrollable dry heaves.

Mistress Sara heard Cameron cough a few times before her foot immersed him in the sweaty, vile, stinky foot-filth that had soaked into her sock for the past few weeks. 

“Compliant as always,” she said smiling as she rested her foot on his naked one-inch body. 

Cameron was in absolute erotic utopia.  His life couldn’t get any better than this moment, he thought.  Mistress Sara’s arch lay firmly pressed down upon him from above.  Her arch was high enough that it kept him pinned and immobilized, but allowed him to breathe at almost complete lung capacity.  The sweat-soaked cotton sock acted as a soft sponge that enveloped him.  He took a deep breath of the foul, tepid foot-odor, which made him cough and gag once again.  The heat and smell that emanated from the giantess’s foot was thick and moist.

Mistress Sara knew that her sub loved to smell her feet.  She knew that if this was how the rest of their session were to go that he’d be perfectly fine with that.  She continued to have a smile of contentment on her face, knowing that the tiny one-inch man was absolutely in love with being beneath her.

As he continued to inhale the powerfully pungent smell of his giantess-mistress’s foot, Cameron slid his tongue out to get another taste of the sock, which tasted 10x as bad as it had when he was sucking on the other one.  His face was partially turned to its side, his nose conveniently between a small weave of cotton.  He was completely pinned beneath the giantess’s sock-clad foot, and absolutely loved the feeling.

Meanwhile, Mistress Sara decided to let Cameron remain beneath her sock-clad foot, and crossed her right leg over her left while she picked up the TV remote and turned it on to watch a show.

The pressure exerted upon the tiny one-inch man increased, but he was still able to comfortably breathe.  His erection was throbbing from the last several minutes of play, but there was nothing he could do to finish the job.  In fact, there was nothing he would want to do about that.  Though many of Mistress Sara’s sub thought only about their own personal sexual pleasures, Cameron wanted only to please his mistress.  And though she would often play with his penis in a similar fashion, she had never actually brought him to climax in any of their sessions. 

A few minutes passed by, and Cameron continued to breathe solely through his nose.  The giantess proceeded to uncross her legs and leaned forward, tilting her sock-clad foot up on its side.

“You doing alright down there?” she asked.  She observed the sweaty foot print her sock-clad foot left all around the tiny one-inch Cameron, bringing a smile to her beautiful face.

“Yes, Mistress,” came the somewhat winded reply from Cameron.

“I think, you’d be happier if you were in my sock,” said the giantess as she leaned forward and picked the tiny man up by his legs. 

“Yes, Mistress!” he exclaimed as he dangled upside down from the grip of his mistress, his arms hanging down past his head as she lifted him up to her eye-level. 

He watched as the giantess proceeded to pull her sock off, which peeled off inside out.  Not wanting to take the time to fix her sock, she looked around for an alternative.

“Hmmm, maybe if we put you in here, instead,” Mistress Sara postulated as she tossed her sock to the floor and picked up her cleat that was resting on the coffee table.  Cameron watched as the opening of the four-year-old cleat appeared below him.  The blackened insole was tattered and torn with excessive abuse, and the odor that emanated from it was quite different than the sock. 

The tiny sub remained absolutely silent and compliant to whatever his giantess mistress wished to do to him as she lowered him in, gently resting him on the insole – an act that she didn’t do for anyone else.

“I had another sub in my socks earlier today, and she did not appreciate these shoes or my feet the way that you do, Cameron,” Mistress Sara said, smiling down at her sub.  “Now, I’m going to put my foot in there with you, and I expect you to lick it clean.  ‘Yes Mistress’?”

“Yes, Mistress!  Thank you, Mistress!” Cameron answered with enthusiasm as he lay on his back on the flattened, sweat-soaked insole.  The air within the cleat was tepid and thick.  He watched his smiling mistress’s face ascend.  Her size 9 foot appeared overhead and her toes tilted downward as they slowly entered in from above, further darkening the space around the tiny man. 

Tiny Cameron gulped with anticipation as the massive toes approached him.  The darkened underside of her footpad pressed down upon his naked body after the giant toes flew over him.  He grunted momentarily as he was winded from the pressure of the giantess foot. 

Mistress Sara’s foot-flesh was so clammy that Cameron’s naked body stuck with ease to the friction ridges of her sole.  For a few moments, he was dragged along the stinky, sweat-soaked insole deep into the shoe leather-prison until her heel settled in.

“You alright?” came the heavily muffled question from outside.

“Y-y-yes..M-M-Mistress!” replied Cameron as he struggled with new conditions of the very tight space, his voice being relayed to the shrink collar’s remote control. 

Mistress Sara smiled as she could feel the shrunken man lightly squirming to get comfortable.  She proceeded to lift her foot and prop it up on the coffee table to tighten the shoe strings.  Not wanting to neglect to keep her other foot from being just as equally smelly, she proceeded to remove the saliva-soaked sock from her other cleat and slipped it on to her right foot as well.  Content with everything for the moment, Mistress Sara propped her cleat-clad feet up once more on the coffee table and resumed watching TV.

Within the darkness of the left cleat, the smell, heat, and sweat quickly began to build for the tiny Cameron.  He stuck his tongue out and licked gently against the giantess’s sole.  He was so small that his efforts were barely felt by Mistress Sara, but he didn’t know that.  All he knew was that his mistress had requested that he lick her foot clean.

With the giantess’s shoe-clad foot pointing upright, this allowed for Cameron to use Mistress Sara’s sweaty, clammy skin to his advantage.  He lapped at the grimy, smelly friction ridges that were very prevalent on the giantess’s footpad, savoring the taste as much as he could.  As he did, he slowly but methodically slid his body across the breadth of her foot.  Using the giantess’s clammy skin to his advantage, Cameron was able to delicately crawl on the sweaty, grimy sole of Mistress Sara’s foot as he licked it clean. 

As the tiny man slowly descended his way down the large, warm, smelly foot, licking all as he did so, he came across the large wrinkle-lines on the sole of her foot.  He spent a lot of time focusing his efforts there, running his tongue up and down the skin creases and tracing their branching wrinkle-lines with his tongue, which was the perfect width for such a task.  Cameron was so in love with licking the giantess’s foot that he made sure that as much of his tongue stuck out as possible to the point that his frenulum - the flap of skin beneath his tongue – developed a slight discomforting blister as he continuously lapped at her foot.  Worshipful lick after worshipful lick, the little man embraced his duty.

Outside of the shoe, back in the normal sized world that Mistress Sara existed in, she turned the TV off to focus on feeling her sub’s effort against the sole of her foot.  It had been several minutes already of Cameron being in her shoe, and his tiny tongue lightly tickled the friction ridges on her sensitive sole.  She thought his devotion to the task at hand, or rather, the task at foot, was commendable.

“My husband isn’t even that excited about licking my feet clean,” she thought to herself as she rested her elbow on the armrest of the couch, resting her head in her hand, and closed her eyes.  Her other hand slid down to the front of her athletic shorts, and she began to gently massage herself as she felt Cameron wriggle down the sole of her foot further.  The feeling of shrunken little people worshipping her feet had become quite erotic.  The shrunken sub had no idea how much he was turning her on, though to him, as he was soaked in her foot sweat within the corny-smelling shoe, her foot seemed to have a slight increase in sweat production that seeped from the pores of her friction ridges.

As time continued to pass, and the shrunken man continued in his service to his mistress, his eyes began to sting and his tongue tingled from the sweaty, acrid foot grime he continued to lick off the sole of the giantess’s foot.  He didn’t know how long he had been in the shoe, but it seemed like quite a while – long enough that he had pretty much worked all the way down to where his feet couldn’t push past the top of the giantess’s heel, having licked much of the arch clean.  Unable to make much more progress, the shrunken sub continued to lick and kiss the giant foot passionately.

As Mistress Sara’s foot-sweat production increased, the heat and humidity continued to build.  Cameron’s lips were starting to chap from the strong salt content, his eyes stung and turned blood-shot, and his hair and pores were also soaked in the giantess’s foot sweat.  It would take a day or two for it to thoroughly wash out.

Mistress Sara bit her lower lip, massaging herself for several minutes while her shrunken sub licked her foot. 

“Mmmmm,” she moaned quietly to herself and her finger twirled around on the surface of her shorts, tingling her clitoris. 

She closed her eyes and her breathing became excited as her heart-rate increased.  It was relaxing and pleasant, but she would withhold bringing herself to climax for the moment.  She cleared her throat, having ceased her personal pleasuring, but now the beautiful woman felt rather parched, and could only imagine how bad the conditions within her hot, sweaty, horribly smelly cleat were for her poor little sub.  She then decided that she needed to get a glass of water.

Cameron was surprised by the movement of the giantess’s foot as it suddenly moved, causing the tiny man went from vertical to horizontal.  As the foot came to a rest on the floor, the pressure increased immensely, and Mistress Sara stood up.  Cameron groaned as the air was crushed from him.  He was seeing stars until the giantess foot lifted quickly, flew forward, and then slammed against the floor as she took a step.

“HRRGH!” he cried as his mistress took another step.  Unable to get a breath, all Cameron could do was let his body conform as best as it could to the giantess’s sole.  Thankfully, there was still enough give with the cleat’s insole that it actually conformed to him. 

As Mistress Sara proceeded to take another step towards the kitchen, her foot pressed the tiny one-inch man into her sweat-soaked insole, which caused the insole to act as a ringing sponge.  Cameron was forced to swallow some of the foulest, nastiest substance – the accumulation of nearly 4 years of sweat, dirt, and grime from the insole.

As the giantess’s foot lifted from the floor once more, Cameron could only cough and sputter as he tried to breathe during the short interval until the giantess’s heel stepped once again on the floor, repeating the same flooding of tepid foot-sweat into his mouth, nose, and eyes.

Having walked into the kitchen, Mistress Sara could feel Cameron’s little body beneath her foot.  She stood before the sink and poured a glass of water.  Beneath her left foot, she couldn’t feel Cameron breathing at all, so she shifted her weight to her right foot.  A moment later, she was slightly relieved to feel the tiny man’s breath once more.  After downing her glass of water, she set it on counter top and leaned forward to untie her shoe.

Cameron’s eyes were blinded by the piercing light of the outside world as Mistress Sara’s foot lifted from the shoe.  Before he realized it, though, he was cast in a crushing shadow as the giantess’s foot landed on the floor.

Mistress Sara then realized that Cameron was stuck to her foot, and chuckled as she lifted her foot to face up.

“Oh man!  I’m sorry, Cameron!  I didn’t mean to smash you like that!” exclaimed Mistress Sara, feigning her sincerity.  Truth was, she typically crushed almost all of her subs at some point during her sessions in similar manners. 

The giantess woman couldn’t contain her laughter as she looked at the tiny naked man stuck to the sole of her foot.  Cameron was panting like crazy as he tried to catch his breath.  His body ached from the trampling he had just received.

“Are you okay?” she asked through her laughter, to which Cameron’s grimacing face lightly nodded.

“You look so…pathetic!  I’m sorry, there’s no other word for it” Mistress Sara continued to chuckle to herself.  “You did a really good job licking my foot clean…I think…I mean it’s not like I could really feel it.  You’re so small.  I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a chance to prove to me that your little tongue does clean at that size,” Mistress Sara said as she reached down and pinched the tiny man’s right leg between her index and thumb and peeled Cameron off the sole of her foot.

“Y-y-yes…M-M-Mistress,” he responded with a somewhat hushed voice to the new task at hand.

As Mistress Sara stood up to her full height, she proceeded to discard her other cleat from her right foot.  Dangling down by the giantess’s side, Cameron stared at the massive column of Mistress Sara’s right leg that ended all the way down at the floor at her giant reddened foot, its odor strong enough to waft up to his nostrils.  The pair of giantess feet began their locomotion, effortlessly traversing the floor and slapping against the cold marble tile as they left sweaty foot-prints in their wake.  He coughed a few times as he continued to recoup from the trample, hanging upside down in the grip of his Mistress’s swaying in the giantess’s hand as she walked.

Mistress Sara walked over to where her Chaco sandals were and stepped her feet into them.  She then proceeded back to the couch and took a seat, leaning forward and gently laying Cameron on the floor between her feet.  The tiny man slowly rolled over and got to his knees.  Mistress Sara leaned forward and finished tightening the buckles on her sandals.

“On the soles of these sandals are yellow Vibram badges,” she said as she leaned back and propped her feet up above the tiny man.  The giant sandal-soles lowered to an angle above him, casting him in their massive shadow.  The large traction channels of the Chaco sandals were mere inches away from him where he knelt. 

“You are going to lick one of them clean for, let’s say, ten minutes.  I will then compare the two little emblems and see if you are really able to clean anything with that tiny tongue of yours.  If so, then I’ll let you lick my other foot clean.”

“Yes, Mistress,” responded the tiny 1” man.  He had to stand up in an attempt to reach the dirty yellow Vibram logo that was above his head.  The angle at which Mistress Sara’s foot remained while pivoted on its heel served as an uneasy reminder that she could crush him like a bug without giving him a second thought.

“Here, get a good look at each of them,” Mistress Sara said with a devious smile as she lowered her right foot down upon the tiny man.  Cameron scrambled to lay on the tile floor as the hard sandal-sole lowered upon him.

“HRGH!” he groaned briefly.

“This is the right one,” she said with a grin as Cameron was sandwiched beneath the hard rubber sole of the sandal, the yellow Vibram badge pressing down upon his body, causing him to strain for a few moments while he was sandwiched between the two hard surfaces.  He breathed a sigh of relief as the giantess’s sandal lifted off of him, only to be replaced by the left one.

“And here’s the left one,” Mistress Sara said, resting her left sandal-clad foot upon the tiny waif once more.  She was amazed at the lack of resistance Cameron showed.  He rarely grunted, groaned, or verbalized any discomfort, unless she performed some heavy trampling or used him in other strenuous situation.  Ten seconds later, she lifted her shoe from the floor, but Cameron was nowhere to be found, having stuck to the hard rubber surface of her sandal.

“Oh!  There you are!  You must really want me to walk all over you since you keep sticking to my feet and my footwear,” the giantess playfully said.  Then, she hastily lowered her sandal to lay flat once more on the hard, cold tile, only to tilt her foot once more on its side, lifting him up, only to lower down quickly like she was going to step on him again.  This happened a few times with Mistress Sara making some playful sounds until after the sixth time, when she did return her foot to lay flat once again on the hard tile floor and rested her left leg’s weight upon the tiny man for a few more moments.

Cameron had been slightly dizzied from the rapid movements of the game the giantess had played, and was now dealing with shortened breathes until the giant sandal began to move to the side, making him roll out from beneath.  He lay somewhat disheveled and exasperated.

“C’mon, let’s have you lick the right Vibram emblem.  If it looks like you cleaned it sufficiently, then I will allow you the privilege of licking my other foot clean.  Fail, and I’ll have to trample you.  ‘Yes, Mistress’?” she prodded the tiny man who slowly got on all fours.

“Y-yes…Yes, Mistress,” responded the shrunken sub. 

Cameron was completely immersed in the giantess-Mistress/sub relationship.  As he crawled with a renewed vigor towards Mistress Sara’s right foot, he couldn’t help by smile…not because he was amused or humored by anything, but simply because he was delighted to be serving the beautiful goddess that had absolute and complete control over him. 

A moment later, Cameron’s tongue traced the large yellow “V” several times on the embedded Vibram logo of the sandal’s sole.  Mistress Sara had graciously laid her sandal-clad foot on its side while she worked on texts and emails on her phone.  The taste was mixed with dirt and rubber, and stuck thick to his tongue.  But he was determined to prove to his mistress that he had licked her feet clean.  He finished taking a few more licks and could clearly see a cleaner patch of yellow all around the “V”.

Content with his capabilities, the tiny man renewed his efforts to lick the yellow Vibram badge clean. 

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“Well, I think it actually is a little cleaner than the other one,” Mistress Sara said a short time later as she was sitting forward on the couch with her feet laying on their sides, the shrunken man on his knees between, hoping to have made his mistress happy.

“I suppose you could lick my other foot clean, then,” she said as she set both of her sandal-clad feet flat on the marble tile, “but you’ll have to crawl beneath my foot to get to it,” Mistress Sara said, pointing at the small space between her arch’s instep and the black hard rubber insole of her sandal.

“Yes, Mistress,” came the submissive’s response. 

Cameron proceeded to crawl on his hands and knees over to Mistress Sara’s large right foot.  He observed its fine details…all the wrinkles and pores and how the light caused the shadow beneath where her arch started.  Having reached the side of the thick rubber-sole sandal, Cameron got yet another whiff of the powerful foot odor that clung to the air.  He placed a gentle kiss on the giantess’s instep, and then began to finagle his way beneath the giant, warm, stinky foot. 

The tiny man spun so he was face up to Mistress Sara’s sole, and he began to squirm and shimmy his way beneath.  Being so tiny allowed him so push off the embedded grid-pattern of the sandal’s insole and make some progress beneath the giantess’s foot.  He began licking the smelly foot flesh once more.

Mistress Sara smiled with a large smile as she watched Cameron disappear beneath her foot.  His squirming and efforts to slide beneath her arch tickled her skin slightly, and she could feel his tongue lapping against the very sensitive skin of her foot as she had before. 

The space was definitely very tight upon Cameron’s tiny one-inch frame.  All around him was the giantess’s warm, smelly sole.  His tongue continued to dart out from between his lips to lick at the layers of grime and sweat.  It was an intensive amount of work, but he felt it to be a labor of love for someone whom he felt appreciated his efforts.

Some people might be claustrophobic being in such a tight space with virtually no light and no personal space, but to Cameron, his commitment and devotion to the cleaning of Mistress Sara’s foot outweighed all other feelings and reservations.  He continued to taste the salty foot-sweat while his tongue danced in an out of the grooves of the giantess’s friction ridges. 

“Best birthday ever,” he thought to himself.  He placed some passionate kisses, dragging his lips fully upon the sole of Mistress’s Sara’s foot to maximize his worship.  Should the giantess have chosen to stand up with him beneath her foot to smother him, he would have died a happy man.

“Shoot!” said Mistress Sara as her phone’s battery was about to die.  She looked down at her sandal-clad foot and tilted it on its side, which created a little space between the sole of her arch and the rubber insole.

“Cameron, I need to go back to the bedroom and get my phone charger.  I’m going to walk all over you, but not because you did anything wrong, but because, well, it’s more convenient for me to do so,” said the giantess, smiling at the irony that in the amount of time it took her to convey that message to her shrunken sub, she could have easily fished him out from beneath. 

“’Yes, Mistress’?” she said to prompt a response from Cameron.

“Y-y-yes, Mistress,” said the shrunken man as he felt the giantess’s foot lay flat against the hard tile floor. 

He was thankful that he was more in the middle of her soft arch, and as she stood up, the weight and pressure that bore down upon his naked frame increased rapidly.  However, the hard Vibram insole of the sandal had no give, and he was completely immersed in his mistress’s foot flesh. 

Cameron groaned with pain as the foot lifted and moved forward rapidly.  Upon impact, he felt the crushing weight of Mistress Sara transfer upon his tiny body, forcing him to expel what little oxygen he had, and led him to seeing stars.  As the giantess foot lifted, there was enough slack in the sandal’s straps that allowed for a small amount of separation between his back and the hard insole, as he stuck to the clammy, smelly underside of the giantess’s foot.  In the very brief span of the millisecond this lasted, Cameron inhaled as much air as he could before the next footfall would repeat the process.

“HRGH!” exclaimed Cameron as the giantess trampled him, crushing him with ease beneath her massive foot.

Mistress Sara walked with an amused expression on her face as she traversed the large kitchen.  She rarely trampled Cameron like this, and yet, here she was, administering a second trample upon him in less than an hour.  As her weight crushed down upon the tiny 1” man beneath her arch, she felt him forcibly exhale against her sole.  She loved how she could control others who willingly put themselves beneath her feet where they belonged, and though she viewed her interaction and relationship with Cameron through a different lens, he was also no more worthy of escaping his natural place of service beneath her.  And part of that service was to be walked all over.

Cameron sucked in a quick breath of air once again as Mistress Sara’s foot flew forward at a disorientating pace, landing with giantess authority upon his naked frame.  He silently expelled his air as he was stepped on once more.  The pace at which the giantess was walking made it very difficult to get much of a breath, and the next footstep weighed heavily upon him yet again. 

Finally, much to Cameron’s relief, the trampling stopped, but only for a brief time as Mistress Sara remained standing on him for several seconds.  He grimaced with discomfort, trapped beneath the giant size 9 foot.  He could feel his mistress’s pulse through the sole of her foot.  This moment felt very intimate for Cameron, as he suspected that very few people could appreciate what this woman was truly capable of doing for them. 

As Mistress Sara finished typing an email after plugging her phone in, the tiny sub struggled to turn his head ever so slightly, but managed to place a passionate kiss on the sole of the punishing foot that crushed down upon him.  He was in love with his mistress just for standing on him…for walking all over him…for allowing him the privilege of worshipping her beautiful feet and cleaning her feet with her tongue.  Everything that Mistress Sara did to him made him not just enjoy their time together, not just help him escape the stresses of life.  No, everything that Mistress Sara did to him made him feel wanted and appreciated.  Beneath the foot of this beautiful goddess, Cameron felt more value as a person than anywhere else.

Having finished with her phone, Mistress Sara felt somewhat bad for Cameron.  Not because she had trampled him and had been standing on him for nearly a minute, but simply because the earlier phone call had caused her to be distracted from her interactions with one of her favorite clients.  She was in the process of planning an international tour, and was getting so many sessions requested in Japan that she was having to extend her time there.  But the money, not that she needed it, was too good not to take.

She took a step forward, momentarily relieving the crushing weight upon the tiny man as she proceeded to walk back to the living room.  As she passed through the kitchen, she stopped at the refrigerator and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup, smiling as she thought of a way to make it up to him.  She then noticed the time, and there were only a few minutes left in Cameron’s scheduled session.

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The weight of the resting foot upon Cameron’s naked body was still pretty intense, despite Mistress Sara having finally sat down.  He took a long, labored inhale of air just before Mistress Sara loosed the buckles of both her sandals.  The heel of the right foot lifted, and up-and-away went the giantess’s foot, Cameron practically embedded on the sole as his flesh stuck to the giantess’s clammy skin.  As the foot came to a rest on Mistress Sara’s left knee, he was finally able to breathe easy again.

“I hope you like chocolate,” said Mistress Sara.  Cameron’s face was still grimacing with pain, but he nodded his head lightly as it was stuck firmly against the sole of her foot.

“Y-y-yes…M-Mistress Sara…I do,” responded with a winded effort, which made Mistress Sara smile.

She reached down and pinching around his right calf, peeled her small sub off of her foot.  Cameron dangled motionlessly in the giantess’s grip as his left leg hung behind his back and his arms past his head.  He heard the sounds of a plastic cap of some type pop open, and very quickly felt a thick, cold substance get deposited on his groin.  He opened his eyes in surprise to see a giant pull-top from a chocolate bottle produce the thick dark liquid that oozed quickly his stomach and backside.

Mistress Sara, not wishing to make a mess, hastily opened her mouth and tossed the chocolate-covered sub in.  Cameron emitted a faint cry as he flew through the air and landed on the giantess’s massive tongue face-down.

Darkness quickly enveloped him as he lay against the warm, sticky tongue, which quickly lifted him up to the roof of the mouth.  The air in Mistress Sara’s mouth smelled like it tasted.  As it was later in the day, it was far from the minty-fresh it had been after she had brushed her teeth that morning.  The fleshy surface was riddled in taste buds, and the saliva in the giantess’s mouth quickly built with his presence. 

The tongue continued to hold him firmly in place when a powerful sucking force removed all air that was accessible to the little man, including the air within his own lungs.  Thankfully this lasted only for a few moments, but the saliva that was covering him was now smelling and tasting of chocolate syrup.  Cameron coughed a few times as he regained his breath, but the giantess wasn’t done sucking on him, or the chocolate, and he was once again made breathless with virtually no effort from Mistress Sara’s part.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Mistress Sara said, over exaggerating her response to the chocolate-coated sub in her mouth. 

The tongue lowered back to its resting place as the inside of the saliva-flooded cave vibrated with the giantess’s audible pleasure.  Cameron choked on some more saliva as it seeped into his mouth while he tried catching his breath.  The giant tongue then flexed in a way that made the tiny man roll over on his left side, leaving him on his back.  Mistress Sara’s lips parted, and he was momentarily blinded.  As his eyes adjusted, though, he could see the plastic dispenser for the chocolate syrup enter slightly, and then a flood of chocolate syrup ejected with force, flooding the giantess’s mouth, and covering Cameron completely.

Once done with the squirt, Mistress Sara closed her mouth and swished the chocolate syrup within her mouth as if it were a washing machine.  Cameron tumbled several times in the darkness, swallowing and choking on the chocolate syrup and chocolate-flavored saliva multiple times.  The tongue intentionally slid to the side, and Cameron fell into a very warm vascular crevice, and was quickly overtaken by the giant tongue so that he was trapped underneath.  He felt the entire mouth of his mistress convulse as she swallowed a couple of times.

Cameron was coughing and choking beneath the giant muscle that began to move quite rapidly over his naked body.  The tip of the tongue slipped beneath his head, dislodging him from the fleshly floor he had laid on.  Mistress Sara’s lips parted slightly, and Cameron’s head emerged on the tip of her tongue still.  The lips then closed around his neck and chest, leaving his saliva-soaked head exposed but facing down.  He continued to gasp for his breath as he felt a tremendous sucking power once more get exerted upon his naked body several times.

Mistress Sara was a master at mouth-play.  She kept her teeth from biting into Cameron, and with his body being face down, could feel his flaccid manhood on her taste buds.  She proceeded to use the tip of her tongue and slowly rubbed it up against his midsection to entice him.

As Cameron’s face was just visible between Mistress Sara’s lips, he closed his eyes and sighed in incredible pleasure.  The feeling of the tiny taste buds massaging his member made it thicken pretty quickly.  As his penis hardened, the rest of his body went limp in submission to the giantess.

A smile came across Mistress Sara’s face, and she could tell Cameron was experiencing a full erection as it pressed against her tongue.  She changed her tactic, and focused just the tip of her tongue to lick against his man-pole.

“OOOOOHHHHH!!” Cameron sighed in extreme pleasure.  The giantess was happy to be able to do this for the tiny man on his birthday.  She continued the motion of moving her tongue up and down against the hard cock several times, sensing the building eruption with Cameron. 

The tiny man was on the edge, and all it took was for another slide of the giantess’s tongue up and down his body for him clench.  His body tightened intensely.

“GGAAAHHH!” he exclaimed as his penis pulsated with several thick streams of his seed.  Mistress Sara smiled as she could feel the warm deposit on the tip of her tongue.  She continued the same motion as before, sliding her tongue up and down on against his manhood, which was still thick after his purge.

Cameron was breathing hard as the tongue’s massaging was not stopping.  His cock remained hard, much to his surprise.  The taste buds continued to massage against his hardened dick and his balls.  He was absolutely soaked in his mistress’s saliva.  His body was trapped in a warm, moist place.  All of the conditions were right, and as Mistress Sara’s tongue continued to prompt him, his body responded.

The tiny man grunted and groaned as he felt a second climax only a minute after his last one.  Once again, his body tensed, trembling in erotic release.  Though there wasn’t much produced in the way of output on his second release, his cock still pulsated. 

Cameron went completely limp, and Mistress Sara proceeded to suck him back into her mouth completely.  She smiled contentedly as she turned the TV back on and began to watch another show.  Within her mouth, she could feel the tiny one-inch man curl up in the fetal position on her tongue as the saliva continued to pool around him.  His breathing was so hard it echoed in her skull for several moments.

The saliva-soaked little man found himself flying through the air as Mistress Sara’s mouth ejected him.  Cameron’s eyes opened wide as he flew down to the open palm of the giantess’s left hand.  He landed with a grunting thud within a glob of bubbly spit.  He was breathing heavily and his heart was racing as Mistress Sara lifted her hand up close to her smiling, beautiful face.  As he regained his composure, Cameron realized that the giantess truly had his life in the palm of her hand.

Mistress Sara chuckled as she observed her shrunken sub get to his hands and knees and kept his head down, feeling unworthy to even glance in her direction.  He also felt that the time for his session had to be coming close to an end.

“I’m still in need of your ‘cleaning’ abilities, my little man,” she said, her warm breath gently blowing upon him as she spoke.

“Yes, Mistress,” Cameron responded.  He was elated to continue serving the giantess for as long as she would permit. 

Mistress Sara’s face seemed to ascend as she leaned forward, her hand lowering to the floor.  It tilted slightly, causing Cameron to roll off.  He quickly got on all fours once again, but then felt the collar around his neck engage.

Cameron grimaced with pain as he felt his body growing, which caused him to sit up on his knees until the pain subsided a moment later.

“That’s better,” Mistress Sara said as she stood up.  Cameron had been enlarged to two feet even.  The giantess was still impressively large compared to his diminutive size.

“I still need my toes cleaned,” Mistress Sara said with a smile.  “Lay down on your back.  I’m going to sit on you while you suck on my toes.”

Cameron’s gulping was amusingly audible to the giantess, who chuckled lightly when she heard it.  She straddled the 2-foot-tall man as he lay on the hard, cold tile of the opulent living room.  Mistress Sara lowered her derriere upon Cameron’s groin and quads.  The weight was quite uncomfortable, but he tried to push that out of his mind.  The sweaty body odor from the large womanhood that was right above his stomach was strong and wonderful. 

Mistress Sara pulled her legs up so that her knees were almost touching her breasts.  She had a wonderfully devious smile on her face as she brought her big toes to Cameron’s face.  He instantly opened his mouth, but he was still too small to suck on them.

“You’ll need to stick your tongue out for these two,” Mistress Sara admonished. 

Cameron happily extended his tongue, despite its soreness from heavy usage from earlier.  He felt his taste buds bounce in and out of the friction ridges of her big toe prints while her erotic foot-odor returned to his olfactory senses. 

The giantess kept her big toes alternating over his face, which was trailing his own saliva over his chin and cheeks.  Mistress Sara then moved the second and third toes of her right foot to the open mouth, and Cameron felt the thick toes stretch his mouth from side to side as they pushed further in, sliding against his own teeth.  The tips of the hard toenails pressed into the back of the roof of his mouth, and the shrunken man’s face scrunched with discomfort.

“Suck,” Mistress Sara instructed.  Cameron sealed his lips around the set of large toes in his mouth and began to draw upon them in his mouth, his tongue lapping at the large bulbous toe-tips, slipping in between the large toes as well.

Cameron opened his eyes, taking notice of the large foot with the set of toes in his mouth.  His eyes followed up the shapely tan skin of the giantess’s leg, her hands clasped together at her knee.  Just above her knee, looking down at him was Mistress Sara’s beautiful face.  The small sub too note of how her blonde hair seemed to sparkle like gold in the light, and her blue eyes seemed almost a dark-grey slate.  Her mouth was open slightly as she held a happy, pleasant smile on her face. 

The foot backed-up slightly from his mouth as Mistress Sara tested his sucking capabilities. The force exerted by Cameron’s efforts, though, drew the set of toes back in fully.  Hi mouth continued to salivate while he used his tongue to continue to lick under and in-between her toes.  He was forced to swallow as the saliva pooled too much in his mouth. 

Mistress Sara’s foot lifted back up once again, leaving her toe-tips in his mouth, and Cameron sucked even harder in an effort to keep them in.  Sensing her sub’s desire to continue to worship her toes, she allowed the shrunken man the honor to keep her second and third toes in his mouth for a little bit longer.  She was amused, but also feeling cherished by her sub.  Not many of her clients actually appreciated to worship or be trampled by dirty feet, but knowing Cameron’s obsession with her and her feet and their smell and taste, she was very happy to oblige as she loved making her subs clean her feet.

Mistress Sara finally retracted her two toes and scooted her foot over slightly, lowering her previously sucked middle toe and her yet-to-be-sucked fourth toe into Cameron’s eager mouth. The feeling of the sucking force exerted upon her toes pleased her.  She found this part of her time with Cameron to be quite erotic.  She was sitting on Cameron’s shrunken, naked body and using him to clean her toes.  There was something that made the toe-sucking very intimate…the fact that she was able to insert some of herself into the shrunken man, and that he willingly accepted it.

A few moments later, the giantess slid those toe out from his mouth and tilting her foot slightly, inserted her fourth and pinky toes into his mouth.  Cameron’s body was numb to the discomfort of having the giantess sit on his lower body.  He was too intent on focusing on the taste of the giant toes as his tongue raised and lapped at the in-between walls of her toes.

After slipping her toes out of Cameron’s mouth, Mistress Sara then swung her left foot over to his face while he grunted slightly beneath her weight.  She used the tips of her second and third toe to tease his lips for a moment, which quickly opened wide to greet its two guests. 

The feeling of the large toe-tips filling his mouth was quite arousing for Cameron.  Being used to clean his mistress’s toes like this had never happened before.  Though his preference was for him to be shrunk super small by Mistress Sara, this seemed to be a lot more personal to her to use him like this.  His tongue slid up the middle of the toes, allowing him to taste the dirt, sweat, and grime from the day’s events.  The taste was absolutely revolting, but Cameron loved it.  He continued to suck passionately on Mistress Sara’s toes for nearly two minutes as she watched him serve her.

As the giantess remained seated on Cameron, her toes in his mouth, she heard her phone all the way across the room vibrating repeatedly.  With an impending appointment with another client a little over an hour away, she knew she needed to end her time with her favorite sub soon to get ready.  She withdrew her toes from Cameron’s mouth and replaced them with her fourth and pinky toes, allowing the small shrunken sub an opportunity to clean them as well.

Once again, the feeling of the small man’s fervent sucking of her toes kept her smiling as she watched Cameron’s face reflect absolute submission to her and her feet.  The feeling of his little tongue dancing around the underside and in-between her toes continued to arouse her.  After a minute, she removed her toes and brought her feet to rest on his little face.

“I’m afraid our time is up, my little man,” Mistress Sara said, playfully using her feet on Cameron’s face to rock his head lightly side-to-side.  She then gently, but rapidly patted his face with the soles of her feet, “but you made your Mistress very happy.”

She then placed her feet on either side of Cameron’s head and scooted forward, sitting on his chest. 

“HRGH!” he grunted beneath her weight.  He took a labored breath in, though, and with her warm, sweaty crotch very near his face, was full of her fragrant womanhood. 

“Hmm…here,” said Mistress Sara as she leaned forward and brought her legs under her, pinning Cameron’s face beneath her sweaty crotch.

“Happy birthday!” she said, laughing to herself and Cameron moaned momentarily.  The stretchy lycra-blend of the athletic shorts were quite warm and thick with moisture, sweat, and the odor of the giantess’s own personal womanhood.  He was in heaven as he took an inhale, her clothed-labia pressing up against his small nose.

“Hope you enjoyed that,” she said as she proceeded to stand up with a sly smile on her face.

“Yes, Mistress.  Thank you,” replied Cameron as he lay on the floor.

“You served me well, today,” admonished Mistress Sara.  She leaned down and with her left hand, gently stroked the right side of Cameron’s face.  He turned slightly into it, his eyes closed, as he embraced the moment of intimacy.

Mistress Sara stepped over Cameron to the couch and picked up the shrink collar’s remote.  A few painful moments later, Cameron was returned to his regular size, laying naked on the floor in front of the couch.    Mistress Sara walked across the house back to the bedroom while he proceeded to get dressed.

When Mistress Sara returned with her cell phone in hand, he got on his knees before her.  She stepped around him and stood behind as she unbuckled the leather collar from his neck.  His skin was slightly discolored underneath as the rest of him had a slight “chocolate” tint.  His hair was somewhat of a mess, as well.

“I had a good time with you today, Cameron,” said Mistress Sara as Cameron stood up, but kept his head hanging down and his eyes averted.  “I hope it’s not almost another year before I see you again.”

“Thank you, Mistress.  I will try to save up some more money as soon as I can, Mistress,” the young man responded.

“I have one more birthday gift for you, Cameron.  I know that you work hard at a meaningless job, and that things aren’t always easy for you, financially.  You aren’t able to drop everything at a drop of a hat when I send my text messages to my collection when I want to play with anyone who’s available.  And that makes me sad.  So, I want you to schedule another session with me, free of charge, and you set the length of time, too.  If you want a full weekend, let’s do it.  Whatever scenario or situation you want to be in to serve me beneath my feet, just let me know, and I’ll give you the best experience. 

“Y-y-yes.  Yes, Mistress.  Thank you, Mistress,” he said with a nervous excitement.

“I also might have need of a personal assistant regarding some business travel coming up.  I’m sorry I had to take that phone call during our session.  I’m working out schedule issues and client expectations with customers and agents in Japan.  I’m going to be traveling there in about six weeks.  I’m wondering if maybe, you’d like to join me and be my errand-boy.  You’d get to fly ‘foot-class’ under my toes,” Mistress Sara said with a chuckle.

Cameron stood with his eyes wide open, a smile slowly growing across his face.

“You’d be my personal foot-massager after long days of filming this horrible sounding giantess movie.  Maybe you could be an extra, I don’t know.  Anyway, I’ll email you the details if you can get time off work.”

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Cameron was floating in happiness as he walked down the sidewalk towards the bus stop several blocks away.  There was a warm breeze in the early evening air.  He smelt of feet and chocolate syrup, and his skin was quite clammy and sticky feeling. 

But that was all irrelevant.  His mistress had just offered him a free session with her.  Being able to spend an entire weekend beneath her would occupy his mind for days on end.