Ashley walked into the office, holding a fast food bag full of her manager's favorite food. Faith had saved her job for the fourth time this year and surprisingly she never asked for anything in return so she figured she’d finally pay all those times back. Coming into the office early when no one but her and Faith were in would be the perfect time to relax and catch up with her. Although Ashley and Faith were several years apart in age with Ashley pushing thirty, Faith was barely twenty at nineteen. Even though the age difference did bother her at first, Ashley did end up getting over the fact a ‘high schooler’ was in charge of her for the most part. After she saved her from the paper jamming in the printer or Ashley ruining her boss's birthday last month, Faith was the best boss she could ever dream of. It made perfect sense that she wanted to repay her.

As Ashley headed into Faith’s office, she took a deep breath in and out. Faith wasn’t like most of the other managers that hovered over Ashley and her co-workers like hawks stalking their next victim. All the other managers were pushing late forties and even fifties but Faith was barely out of high school. At nineteen, it was a miracle that such youngblood had made its way into the office somehow. Rumors began to spread as soon as Faith took control of Ashley’s department that she was brought in because she was one of the other boss’s nieces or cousins or more sinister that she was nailing the owner of the company. But from first hand accounts from Ashely, Faith was anything but a nepotistic baby or a girl that got lucky in who she was dating. She knew her stuff, though her communication was a little lacking at times. The young Hispanic girl was barely a year out of high school and she already had power over people twice or even three times her age. But Ashley didn’t mind the age difference much, there was something more about Faith that had the twenty nine year old enthralled.

Her feet. As silly or disgusting, depending on who was asked, Ashley had a fetish that brought many of her past relationships down. Most other girls she dated thought it was gross that she wanted to play with their feet rather than any other parts of their bodies. The few girls that did think it was cute and gave her a chance to play with their feet, they were less than cared for. Ashley hadn’t even thought about going into the dating market since her last girlfriend five years ago. She was almost thirty, and soon she would be ‘repulsive’ to the girls she would’ve dated a few years ago, and that’s even before they find out about her interest in feet.

Ashley sheepishly knocked on the door to Faith’s office as she heard a response from the other side telling her to come in. Switching her meek demeanor and frowning natural face to a bright smile to show her boss she was ready for the day, Ashley opened the door to Faith’s office. There, she was met with a slightly shorter Hispanic girl than herself looking out the window as the sun began to rise. Ashley stood about five foot eight and Faith, the much younger manager was no taller than five two but that didn’t mean she had any less power over her. “Ms. Torres, I just want to thank you so much for yesterday. You saved me again from Helen’s wrath and to show my thanks, I brought you your favorite. I heard around the office you really liked the breakfast sandwiches from the shack down the street so I bought a few of them for you…or us if you wanted to share.”

“Ashley, I didn’t even expect you to be here this early. And you brought breakfast too.” Faith turned around from the window as she closed the blinds behind her. Ashley brought the bag over to the wooden desk as she dropped it facing Faith as she was just about to head out back to her cubicle to start the day until she was interrupted by Faith. “What? You buy two sandwiches and expect me to have them both? Sit, I’m not going to tell you twice. Besides, we pay you to be here from nine to five, not at seven. Don’t waste your time. Eat with me.” Faith sat down on her chair while grabbing hold of one of the sandwiches from the bag, unwrapping and wasting no time in devouring the sausage, egg and cheese biscuit. Ashley soon followed her command given to her and took the other biscuit from the bag, taking small nibbles out of it compared to her boss who was already almost halfway done with it.

“I guess you were hungry then?” Ashley asked, taking a small bite while Faith leaned back into her chair.

“I usually skip breakfast and wait for lunch. But I’m a sucker for these things.” Faith set hers down back down on its wrapper while she carried on with her conversation. “I hope this isn’t some attempt at brown nosing Ashley. I may be young but I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“No no no! I just wanted to thank you for covering for me again. Most managers here wouldn’t have hesitated to throw me under the bus but not you. I just wanted to thank you for that and so many other times you did.” Ashley took a bigger bite as she saw her boss reach down to the floor with an aching pained look on her face as she heard the distinct sound of heels hitting the floor. “Something wrong?”

“Ugh. You know, I love working here. It pays great, the people are amazing but do we really have to wear heels every day? My feet are killing me in these things.” Ashley saw Faith begin to massage her feet from the opposite side of the desk, just barely out of view from her praying eyes. “I’m going to have to talk to HR about changing this rule. At least let me wear flats!”

Ashley suddenly had a very dumb idea that was beginning to grow in her mind uncontrollably, something she hadn’t asked a single person in almost five long and lonely years. Her shyness kept her from asking before but not now. Now was her chance. With a quick breath, she asked her very dumb and questionable request. “Hey Faith, you know you could spend the rest of the morning trying to get the pain out but you know I can maybe do it for you?” Ashley fully expected the worst to come from this such as Faith telling her she can get out or that she’s gross for even thinking about that idea but none of that came true. In fact, quite the opposite.

“What, like a foot massage?” Faith retorted back to Ashley. Thinking about it for a moment, Faith thought about it and she didn’t see the harm in it. “Sure, be my guest, just don’t tell anyone about this. Otherwise both of us are going to be questioned by HR. I don’t want to have a meeting explaining why I let you massage my feet.” Faith suddenly fulfilled Ashley’s deep fantasies in a matter of seconds. She was completely blind sided as she swallowed what little bit of the biscuit she had in her mouth and went completely red in the face.

“Total silence from me. It’s just me helping a coworker out, right?” Ashley stood up, setting her sandwich down on the desk while heading over to the other side of the desk to meet her bosses feet. Looking down, Ashley saw the feet that were beyond perfect to her even if they were hidden behind a layer of dark black pantyhose per the company policy. She bent down as Faith brought one of her feet close to Ashely’s face, almost kicking her in the mouth in the process. But for a brief second, Ashley got a hint of lotion, sweat and vinyl that piqued her interest beyond what other girls had done for her. It was so sweet, savory and downright delicious that she could barely contain herself as Faith brought her foot back down to be right into her hands. Placing her foot into Ashley’s hands, she could feel the warmth it gave off and she really just wanted to put her whole face into the bottoms of her feet but she had to contain herself. This wasn’t just some girl she found at a bar, this was still her boss. Any wrong move could lead to her being terminated without warning.

“What’s wrong? They stink? Sorry about that, it’s these damn heels. Need open toed ones but again, need to get this damn rule changed.” Faith tried to pull her foot back until she felt Ashely meekly begin massaging her foot which calmed her down.

“No, I’m just still waking up. Sorry, it won't happen again. Promise.” Ashley soon began to rub and massage Faith’s foot so tenderly and she was doing a great job as soon as she heard Faith’s munches and swallows from her eating the sandwich change to moans of pleasure. After all this time, she still knew how to please with her massages. “Do you like it so far?”

“Oh yes.” Faith leaned back into her chair, almost closing her eyes as she began to fully relax. “You’re actually good with it. Have you ever thought about getting into doing this for a career? I mean, you’re actually really good. Oh yeah, right there, right on the toes.” Faith moaned right as Ashely reached the toes, popping each one individually resulting in audible cracks from each one. “I mean really, how did you end up here when you have actual talent doing this?”

“I guess being here pays better than there. And a girl’s gotta eat, right?”

“I get that.” Faith looked up at the desk to see she’d eaten her whole sandwich but Ashley had barely touched hers. Instead, she took time away from her needs to take care of her feet. “You barely touched your breakfast. Here, let’s do this: you keep massaging and I feed you a little bit. I can’t have my employee massaging my feet on an empty stomach, right?” Faith leaned over, bringing now both of her feet to Ashley’s field of view making her now even more red. How Faith hadn’t caught on to her little scheme was beyond her. “Here, open.” Faith brought a small sample over to Ashley’s mouth, taking it in. It felt so degrading being fed some of her own food by not only her boss who’s feet she was massaging and also she was a full ten or so years older than her. But something about it just felt so right, almost like Ashley was enjoying it more than she thought she should’ve.

“Thank you Faith.” Ashley brought her nylon covered feet closer to her face, feeling all the tense muscles release when her hands rolled over on them. Faith, being as young as she was, still took incredible care for her feet and it showed. Her toes were well taken care of, her soles were soft like butter, even the tops of her feet were smooth and silky. Ashley licked her lips in anticipation, ready to just go wild on her boss’s feet to start licking and sucking on them like there was no tomorrow but then that would definitely get her in trouble. “So how’s the rest of the office treating you? Being the newest and youngest manager here.”

“I try not to let my age dictate what people think of me. Fresh out of school, ready to strike some new blood into this place. No offense but it could do with a little rebranding.” Faith leaned back into her chair, looking down at the attentive Ashley. She’d never seen or heard of anyone who actually wanted to massage her sore feet before, mainly no one had offered to before. But even besides that, Ashley looked like she’d been waiting for this moment since the very first day they met. “Hey Ashley, can I ask you a question?”

“Umm sure? What’s on your mind?”

“Are you…trying not to embarrass you or anything, but do you have a thing for feet?” Faith’s words sent a sudden burst of shock across Ashley’s body while she paused her efforts in giving her the massage.

“Ummm oh ummm.” Ashley managed to get out still in complete shock that she was figured out finally. “No! What makes you say that-“ Ashley was soon silenced as Faith brought one of her toes up to her lips, shutting her up in more ways than one. She could feel the warmth just a single toe gave her, the pleasure that was indescribable for Ashley.

“Don’t lie to me Ashley. Please, we’re both much smarter than that. I’m not blind, you’ve had that goofy grin on your face since I let you have some time with my feet.” Faith took her foot away from Ashely’s lips as she crossed her arms, wondering what to do next with her diligent employee. “Now, tell me the truth. Do you like feet or specifically my feet?”

Ashley began looking around everywhere except at Faith in her eye. She was caught and by one of the worst people she could’ve gotten caught by: her boss. Ashley could only think of one thing and it was to get out as quickly as possible. “I gotta go. I got a lot of paperwork on my desk that Miranda dropped off yesterday.” Ashley attempted her grand escape from Faith’s office but was quickly stopped when she heard Faith’s voice call out to her once more.

“I could have you fired for this. Write a report that you were bribing me to not write you up for the other day. Bringing me breakfast and offering up foot massages, it could land you in hot water at the very least and termination at worst.” Faith watched Ashley freeze in her steps just beyond the door. This nineteen year old had all the power in the world over this woman. She could get Ashley in heaps of trouble for this but that wasn’t her goal. “Unless you tell me the truth.”

“Ok, fine.” Ashley turned back around, looking at her boss who now had her feet propped up on her desk, wiggling all of her toes to further entice her. “I do, and I’m sorry if I bothered you with it.”

“Bothered?” Faith stood up to see the slightly taller Ashley. Compared to her subordinate, Faith stood no taller than her shoulders. Younger, shorter and yet she had the control here. Standing up on her tiptoes, Faith whispered into Ashely’s ears. “One thing I want you to understand, you giving me massages doesn't end here. In fact, I have an idea that I think you’ll enjoy. Come back here tomorrow for lunch. There, we can talk about your future both here and as my personal massager. How about that?”

Faith’s words left Ashely stunned as she looked down at her boss. She was truly at a loss of words as she was handed her things. “L-Lunch?”

“Yes Ashley, the meal between breakfast and dinner. Meet me here tomorrow for it.” Faith ushered Ashley out of her office, looking up at her with a smile. “Try not to be late, it’s going to be very, very important for the both of us.”

“Can’t we just forget about this? It was just a mistake!”

Faith thought about it for a second before going back to Ashley. “No. Lunch time tomorrow, here in my office. And don’t be late.” Faith said as she closed the door slowly, leaving Ashley shocked by what just happened.

“Fuck me.”

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In the Evening…

Faith’s focus was centered on the ceiling as she lay back on her bed, the television was turned on but was merely providing background noise as she kept staring at the ceiling. Her talk with Ashley over breakfast had yielded exciting results that would definitely prove interesting as the days and weeks followed.

Would this play out well for both of them? That was the question plaguing her mind.

Her thoughts, her plans, her ideas involving Ashley. The fact Ashley had revealed herself to have a number of submissive tendencies during their interaction today alone, had awoken a fire inside of the younger woman.

It had been some time since Faith had tried entering into such a relationship with someone else. And while her position was to be the dominant in their professional relationship, with Ashley being the submissive, it didn’t mean she was feeling confident or in control right now.

Yes, she put on a good front with Ashley and in front of everyone else at the office but right now the younger manager was feeling every bit her age as she was internally agonizing over her decision to approach Ashley about entering into such a relationship with her. Going from work colleagues to more, while on paper seemed easy, the intricacies and layers to such a relationship were nothing to scoff at. At least when approached with serious intent and not in a joking manner.

But as she’d planned to inform Ashley, they would have safeguards in place and anytime either of them wanted to pause things, or put a stop to any interactions they could. That was something she’d learned when heavily delving into the BDSM lifestyle when she’d been in her final year of high school. While she hadn’t had much of a chance to really indulge in her desires, primarily due to her schooling and preparation for going into the workplace being such a heavy and time consuming affair. Faith at least made time to look into as much as she could about the dominant and submissive relationships and play, doing extensive research online, even going as far as watching training videos of pro-dommes.

Going further and listening to podcasts and interviews of said domme’s and what they had to say about their lifestyle, their true thoughts on the matter, beyond just surface level stuff people often saw or thought of when thinking of dominatrixes. With most uneducated or ignorant people thinking it was all leather outfits, whips and chains and hurting their partner for kicks. That was far from the case, it was a much more intimate act that went beyond physical and could involve emotion. Opening up and displaying parts of themselves that were normally kept under wraps from regular society.

And trust was key.

Trust between a submissive in their dominant to not step over any hard lines they established, trust that they would both take care of them, as well as stop if safe words were said. Or even for the domme to use their safe word themself if they thought their play was going too far or had reservations. But also trust from the domme, that the sub would say the safe word when needed and that they wouldn’t put themselves in harm's way simply to please her or to fulfill her desires at the sake of their own wellbeing.

And that was just one aspect, albeit an important one of such a dynamic.

Even if things progressed, there were levels to dom/sub relationships and interactions. While she loved being in charge and dominant, she wouldn’t go as hard or as rough on Ashley as some would. Not only was she not into play of certain degrees, but she had a feeling Ashley wouldn’t want to go to such lengths.

Being kinky and submissive was one thing, but again, there were layers to it.

However as her mind kept processing everything, her eyes shifted over to the closet. After a few minutes of contemplation she got up and walked over to it, opening the closet and rifling through several boxes and bags before coming across a black matte box that was a little bigger than a jewelry box.

Placing it on her bed, she stared at it for a second more before opening it and revealing a single item.

A collar, one that looked like it was made of leather, and that she’d had for awhile now.

Swinging the collar in her hands slightly, a tiny smile came to her face while she thought back to when she first bought the collar. It was less than a year and a half ago for her then girlfriend. It was supposed to be a gift for their one year anniversary, but she not only backed out on the date but also broke up with Faith. The shop Faith bought the collar from said everything was final sale meaning she wasted all her money and was stuck with a collar that she didn’t even want anymore.

In hindsight, she doubted her former girlfriend would have wanted anything to do with that kind of play. Not just in regards to BDSM, but for what the collar could do to its wearer beyond being symbolic in nature.

But now, she had the perfect excuse to use it.

Looking over to the side of her bed where her open laptop was seated, she rolled over slightly and began typing up an email. It took a little longer than she’d thought, but she outlined rules and regulations, as well as expectations she had and the offer to answer any questions that would no doubt come up.

She typed in Ashley’s personal email, one she’d managed to pull up with very little digging as it was still in her employee information from her initial joining of the company. Before she’d been given a work related email. Faith wasn’t stupid enough to send this to work email, nor use her own while typing out what she had.

However before she pressed send, her finger paused while hovering over the keyboard for a moment before she retreated.

She could inform Ashley here and now of her intentions, of her desires, the collar, all of it. But as she stared at the written text in front of her, another smile began to emerge on her face as she clicked to delete the email.

She’d let Ashley stew over their upcoming lunch overnight, and give her a nice big surprise tomorrow.

A very big surprise.

Exiting the elevator, Faith began heading into the office and walked past Ashley’s desk. Faith saw the older woman basically frozen and shaking as she stood directly in front of her.

“Ashley, just the person I wanted to see. Ready for our lunch meeting?” Faith looked around subtly, making sure no one else was suspicious. All the rest of the employees were on their phones making calls or their computers typing up paperwork. “Come now, Ms. Fink.”

Ashley stood up, shaking fully as she followed Faith into her office. She looked back at her desk before basically being dragged into the office by her boss. Last chance to escape and she missed it. What Faith had in store for her was a mystery, perhaps it would be a case of her wanting constant massages when and where ever she pleased. If only Ashely kept her mouth shut yesterday morning, things may have gone different.

“Alright Miss Fink, here’s my idea.” Faith looked at the shivering older woman, standing just beyond sitting down at the chair. “You can relax, I promise, this is only going to benefit both of us.” Faith saw some movement from her employee as she headed back to lock the door and seal the blinds, again so no one would see or interrupt their meeting. “Ashley, if it’s me firing or blackmailing you that you’re worried about, you can take a breath. You have my word that your position here is safe and secure.”

“F-Fine.” Ashley finally let her guard down as Faith walked by her once more, her heels clacking against the floor. “What’s your idea?” Ashley asked, sitting down on the chair while looking around the office she was essentially trapped in.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting to it. See, I know you’ve been watching my feet since the moment I got here. Probably been celebrating every night since you moved to my department. Me, as your boss, wearing different shoes that strike your interest.” Faith looked at Ashley, sheepishly looking down at the floor. Her heels to be more specific. “Don’t play coy now, even now, you’re practically licking your lips thinking about when I will allow you to get near them again.” Faith’s voice was firm yet very gentle to the older woman. She was pushing all the buttons required to get Ashley riled up.

“That look. Licking your lips, watching every movement from her boss's feet.” She watched Faith reach down to pull off one of her shoes giving her the show of the year as she flexed and scrunched her toes while still trapped inside their pantyhose prison. “This is all you’ve wanted, isn’t it? You crave being under women’s feet, you’re craving to be under mine. Aren’t you?”

Ashley swallowed hard as Faith lifted her foot up to her face as the younger manager further taunted her. Faith’s feet were heavenly to smell even if they were a foot or two away from Ashley’s face. She wanted to dive in but restrained herself. This is exactly what Faith was looking for. “Yes…yes I am.”

“See? A little truth doesn’t hurt. Here’s my idea: I want you to be close to me in case I need an emergency massage. From now on, you will be my personal assistant. Your desk will be right outside, I’ll have you close by in case I need it.” Ashley took a deep exhale, relaxing a little bit. Ever since Faith had arrived here, she’s declined getting an assistant unlike the other managers because she could do everything on her own. Until now.

“But that’s not all, Ashley.” Faith got up on to her desk, while still leaving her foot directly near Ashley’s face. “One more thing before I allow you to fulfill your desires. This.” Faith then pulled out a small leather like collar with a few dazzling jewels all around it. Ashley was confused when she was handed it. She started looking at it closely and it felt light. Lighter than it should’ve. “Put it on and I can make all your foot dreams come true, Little Ash.”

“Yes ma’am.” Ashley submissively responded, taking hold of the collar and wrapping it around her neck, tightening it to make sure it was on correctly. “Now what?”

“Now we get to have some real fun.” Faith then slipped off her other heel and stepped down from being on her desk to the floor. “On your knees, follow.” Faith commanded with such strength and kindness that a more primitive part of Ashely’s brain just took over. Ashley followed along slowly, licking her lips as she followed Faith to her desk. “That’s a good girl, doing exactly what I want you to do. Does this excite you?”

“Yes…” Ashley sheepishly answered back to Faith as she sat down on her chair, stopping her from going any further. From there, Faith got comfortable in her seat, pulling her pantyhose off her legs slowly as she just watched Ashley squirm and whimper. “May I…?”

“No, you will wait your turn to touch my feet. You will watch them until I say you can.” Faith commanded down to Ashley as she cowered back to the ground. “This gives you an excellent opportunity to show your obedience. I know you want to serve me, but you will learn patience one way or another.”

Faith pulled the pantyhose off her foot painfully slowly as Ashley sat directly in front of her, waiting for her to say she could go for it. An inch at a time, Faith peeled her nylons off her feet, revealing her soft and luscious cinnamon colored feet to the older Ashely. Then finally, one of them was pulled off fully.

“That’s one down, one to go. Here, since you’ve been so good. But no licking!” Faith, without much warning planted her warm, sweaty sole directly onto Ashley’s face. The smell was immediately what hit her nose first, it was just heaven to the older woman. It could only be described as a lavender scented lotion mixed with a small dose of sweat. The more Ashley inhaled the wondrous concoction of Faith’s sole, the more she desperately wanted to just open her mouth to begin licking but she stayed her tongue, she didn’t want to upset Faith before the fun had even started.

“That’s it, take it all in. But still no licking yet.” Faith watched Ashley’s face, completely covered in her foot. She was still amazed that Ashley, being older than her by almost ten full years, didn't just disobey her orders and walk out of the office. Screaming and yelling about how she’s not a high school girl's toy. No, quite the opposite. Ashley willingly submitted herself to a girl that just graduated less than a year and a half ago. It got the young manager's heart pumping fast which soon Ashley could feel in her feet.

“And that’s the other one.” Faith pulled her foot off of Ashley’s face, allowing her to breathe fresh air once more though it became apparent that she was happy breathing in the sweat laced air of her feet. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Faith looked down at the smiling Ashley who nodded her head in excitement. “That’s good. Listen, I still need to do actual work so here’s what we’re going to do.” Faith planted one of her hands on Ashley’s warm cheek, feeling her soft and supple skin. “Do you trust me?”

Ashley just nodded, but Faith needed a verbal response from her. So, she asked her again, this time more forceful. “Do you trust me, answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, I trust you mistress.” Ashley slipped up the mistress part and braced for possible recourse from Faith but none came. She looked as if she enjoyed it.

“That’s good to hear. Now, get under my desk. I’ll let you lick and suck on them as long as you want.” Ashley’s mood noticeably perked up as she crawled under Faith’s desk, her now bare feet directly in front of her. “I just have one rule, Ash. Stop when I say. Got it?”

“Yes, mistress.” Ashley was then presented Faith’s wonderful feet as they both got comfortable. Ashley wasted no time in having both of her feet planted on her face, covering it entirely in Faith’s soles. Inhaling the sweat and lavender scented soles she loved so much, Ashley opened her warm mouth to begin licking her feet which opened up a whole new world for her in terms of flavor. Licking up and down, side to side, this was Ashley’s dream come true. Having a woman’s feet on her face, allowing her to basically whatever she wanted.

Licking Faith’s soles, having the delicious flavor on her was something she didn’t want to let go of. Pretty soon, she wouldn’t be able to escape, even if she wanted to. The collar Faith gave her as a ‘present’ was in reality a Shrink-Co branded shrinking collar that allowed the one with the controller to very easily bring whoever wore the collar down to whatever size they wanted, for however long they wanted. Faith held her phone firmly in her hands while she watched Ashley close her eyes while she went hog wild on her feet. Just waiting to start shrinking her. “Do you like my feet, Ashley?”

“Mhmmm.” Ashley sputtered out as she lapped her soles once more.

“That’s good.” Faith then began to slowly bring Ashley’s size down a bit while keeping her distracted from noticing. “Do me a favor, keep your eyes closed.” Faith watched her subordinate keep her eyes closed while she pressed the button again, bringing Ashley down another inch. And then another. Followed by another. Faith watched Ashley’s head slowly slip behind her feet, all without disturbing her in the slightest. A massive smile grew on Faith’s face as she leaned over, seeing that Ashley was barely tall enough to be seen above her knees.

“Oh but you can get smaller.” Faith whispered to herself, pressing the button once more this time holding it down for several seconds as she felt Ashley’s tongue begin to peel away from her foot. Holding the button longer until she looked down to read Ashley’s current height. Not even a foot tall. Not even a moment ago, she was several inches taller than her even in her heels but now, Ashley cowered behind Faith’s soles.

“Let’s see how you’re doing Ashley.” Faith leaned over, seeing the scared and now naked older woman, her mouth covered in slobber. All Faith could react was a big smile as she pulled both saliva covered feet away from Ashley’s now tiny frame. “Aww don’t be so scared, little Ash. You said you trusted me, right?”

Ashley was beyond confused and concerned as she was on her knees, shaking as Faith stood up to have her fully understand how much power she had over her at this moment. What was Faith’s game plan with this now that she was clearly at her mercy? Shrink her more just to stomp her out of existence? “Wh-what is this?”

“The collar I gave you, it’s a Shrinking Collar. I thought you’d want to fully enjoy and embrace my feet when they could step on you like nothing.” Ashley cowered as Faith lifted her foot up only to bring it down once more, sending shockwaves through her tiny body. She could run away from her but as long as she had this collar locked on her neck, there was no escape. Faith could very easily shrink her away into nothingness just to leave her to get lost in her office carpet for the rest of her life. She was terrified as she looked up at her towering boss, her heart raced and blood pumping wondering if this was her end.

“Please don’t hurt me…” Ashely whimpered as Faith kneeled down to be closer on her level.

“Hurt you? I don’t want to hurt you, we did say we trusted each other didn’t we? I trust you enough to not run away and you trust me enough to not hurt you in any way.” Faith brought her hand close to Ashley’s temple which resulted in a small flinch from the small girl but when she felt her warmth, she melted almost instantly. “That’s it, that’s what I want to see. Now, what do you want to do Ash? Grow back and forget this interaction even happened or do you want to keep going?”

Faith didn’t get an immediate response as Ashley was silent for several seconds as she contemplated how she would reply. That was until she looked up at her now giant boss and swallowed before breaking the silence between them.

“Keep going until I beg you to stop.” Ashley responded firmly, looking up at Faith with her heart racing, this time out of adrenaline. She’d never heard of these collars but now she was regretting not knowing about them sooner. The amount of ideas that flooded her mind was only overshadowed by the monumental size of Faith's feet now that she was almost the size of a doll to her. Her legs shook, her heart raced, her mind numb to any other emotion except for lust. Lust for more of her boss’s magnificent feet. Before, her entire foot would just barely cover her face but now, Faith’s feet could encompass her entire world.

“That’s what I want to hear from my little subordinate. Here’s the safe word: Zebra.” Faith stood back up, allowing Ashley to once more see the power she had over her. “Let’s see how much you can take, remember if you want to back out, just say the safe word.” The collar was a wonder of technology and an engineering marvel but it did have its limitations. The collar could shrink the wearer down to the size of a fingernail but no smaller or about half an inch. As much as Faith would have loved to see Ashley beg to be grown back at the height of a mite, it just wasn’t possible. At least with the current model she had.

Pressing the button to shrink Ashley again, Faith watched her coworker slowly go from doll size to the size of a can fairly quickly. It didn’t seem like the acceleration of the process was causing any unnecessary harm or pain to her which she was grateful for. The last thing she needed was to take the six inch tall woman to the hospital because her heart gave out and having to explain why she was the size she was in her office. “Doing alright down there, Ash?”

Ashley only nodded as she felt herself become smaller and smaller as the seconds ticked by. Meaning the world around her had grown even larger than it was before. Feeling her body shrink away to nothing when she was aware of it, it was like that first sip of coffee in the morning. Warm fluids going down her throat, giving her a calm sensation that was overridden when she once more looked at the slobbered covered soles of her young boss.

The scent of her soles wafted around her, almost overwhelming up her senses as she walked back slightly, watching her soles wrinkle and shift as the giant idly moved around. Just a single twitch of one of her toes that was barely noticeable to the average person was colossal to the small woman. Ashley shivered as she stepped towards the massive, Hispanic giant’s soles. Her saliva was still fresh on the warm flesh, practically dripping off. It was a dream that Ashely never imagined of before and was kicking herself for not thinking of sooner.

“There. That’s the smallest you’ll get today. Enjoy my feet for as long as you want, pequeña ceniza. You’ve earned it.” Faith motioned back to her desk, setting her phone near her computer. This time, she would actually start to get some work done. Spreadsheets, presentations for the meetings next week and starting the paperwork to have Ashely as her close by assistant. It wasn’t just an excuse to have her now tiny foot servant close to her at all times. She would personally see Ashely would get a raise in it as well, even if the other assistants were to be making less than her. The amount of things she would have her endure to be her assistant would be much more than the others.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by jingaling of keys as they began to actually open the locked door. Faith’s heart dropped as she instinctively brought not only her feet, Ashely along with her tiny body but also her small pile of clothes beneath her desk. The person barging in on their time could only be a single person: Faith’s best friend at the office and former classmate, Bela. She was the only other person that had a key to her office and the only one who could come in uninvited.

As the once locked door opened, Faith did her best to quickly clean herself up to act like nothing unusual was happening beneath her desk. Her heart pounded in her chest, wondering if Ashely was ok but there was no time to check as Bela came into her office properly.

“Hey girl, been too long!” Bela greeted her enthusiastically. Bela Choi was a Korean girl that was in Faith’s grade back in high school, but instead of being focused on books and academics like Faith, she was more focused on her athletic ability. Running track, doing soccer, baseball, swimming, volleyball, and even a bit of ballet, Bela did it all. She even tried out for the football team only to get bodied to the ground in the first minute of tryouts.

She wasn’t much taller than Faith herself, standing at a relatively short height of five foot five in flats, which were her preferred style to wear at work but just because she graduated out of the athletics she was in during high school didn’t mean she stopped working out. Her workout sneakers were heavily used during that time and needed to be replaced but Bela had other plans. “Whatcha working on today? Spreadsheets for Ms. Stick-Up-Her-Ass, Gretchen?”

Faith calmed herself as Bela took a seat across from her, not suspecting a thing so far. “Yeah, she wants me to do the presentation next week for the big merger. So I can’t really talk very long. She wants them done by next Friday. You know how she is with deadlines.”

Bela looked around the office while listening to her friend and partial boss. “Hey, have you seen the one boring girl that sulks around lately? The older one…fuck I forgot her name. Ally? She’s not at her desk so I was wondering if you’ve seen her around. I’d totally want to see you yell at her.”

“Who, Ashely? No, she’s a good worker. I’ve seen her go above and beyond what others wouldn’t do. And don’t think because she’s older doesn’t mean she doesn't have a fight in her.” Faith peaked back down at her feet briefly as she felt the movement of Ashley’s tiny body still massaging and licking her feet, even after she was forcibly dragged underneath the desk.

“Damn, well if you ever decide to yell at someone for whatever reason today, call me. Accounting today has been boring with a capital B. Just need something to get some excitement in my day.” Bela stood back up, heading to the door before waving back to her friend. “Well, won’t keep you from getting your stuff done. Also, did you want to get some mani pedis on Saturday? Maybe we could spend the day just hanging out like we used to back in high school?”

Faith briefly thought about it, and another brilliant idea came to the forefront of her mind. “Yeah, I’d like that. Afterwards we can maybe get some massages. I know a girl who might be able to help out.”

“Sounds like a plan. See you then.” Bela closed the door behind her, finally allowing Faith to act once again to see how Ashley was doing. Crawling under her desk, she reached for the now two inch tall woman who was trapped underneath her own clothes. Faith checked if she was breathing and awake which she was. Ashley shook with fear as Faith plucked her off the pile of business clothes, wondering what she did wrong.

“Hey Ceniza, sorry about that. Didn’t want Bela figuring out you were down there. You’re not hurt too bad, are you?” Faith asked as she held the tiny woman in her hands who nodded.

“I think you’ve earned the rest of the day off. You did good.” Faith watched Ashley smile as she stood up, grabbing everything Ashley didn’t shrink with to regrow her in the bathroom. Rubbing her back softly to calm her down, Faith headed out to the bathroom nearby to allow her employee/servant a chance to regrow back into the world. “Hey, you’re not busy on Saturday, are you? If you are, you might want to cancel your plans.”