Sandra watched Olivia as she slept. The woman who, less than 12 hours prior had broken and humiliated her, looked deceivingly peaceful under the morning sun peeking through a large window on the far side of the room. Olivia slept in an oversized designer tshirt. Her hair was a splayed mess across her pillow. Sandra couldn’t help but notice how Olivia lay perfectly in the center of the king-sized mattress.
Sandra, on the other hand, sat nude in a birdcage, the bars were gilded in gold and spaced small enough to keep her or Hunter form squeezing through. Sandra held her smaller husband as they shook from fear and cold; their tiny bodies lie on a couple of Olivia’s old socks. Olivia did brag about how they were Alpaca lined and were probably more comfortable than the couple’s old bed. Sandra did have to admit that, despite the circumstances, what little sleep did manage to get was extremely comfortable.
The tiny girl sat up and sighed. As she breathed in, she couldn’t help but smell Olivia’s scent in the air, most likely from the unwashed socks. A smell which Sandra was unaware of 24 hours prior was now firmly wedged in her mind. A distinct memory on par with that of her Sweet 16 or her college graduation. Her mind flashed briefly to how easily Olivia had manipulated her tiny body, how her large fingers contorted Sandra into whatever shape she desired. Olivia was so nonchalant about the whole act; it caused Sandra to wonder how many dozens or even hundreds of others she had given the same treatment to.
Olivia stretched deeply and let a large yawn. Her arms and legs pulled to different sides of the bed as she worked the sleep from her body. A soft smile on her face, Olivia was ready to enjoy another day of her wonderful life, “How great it was to be a Grace” a familiar saying in her family that rang truer by the day.
Sandra’s heart quickened and her stomach sank as she watched Olivia stir from her slumber and sit up in the bed. Her captor’s large blue eyes were soon affixed on her.
“Oh, good morning you!” Olivia coo’d in her southern drawl as her eyes drank in the sight of Sandra’s naked body sitting with her knees held against her bare breasts. Her tiny eyes opened wide.
Sandra remained quiet and still as she could only watch Olivia crawl from her bed and step on the light-pink carpet of her master bedroom. The bare feet which she had become well acquainted with made their way close to her cage.
Olivia stood over the cage and observed Sandra sitting next to Hunter who was still asleep curled into a near ball.
“Aw. Ain’t he adorable. Almost like a little puppy.” Oliva spoke at a normal volume causing the little man to grumble to himself. “Come on. Wake up. It’s workin time.” She grabbed the cage with her left hand and shook it.
Hunter slept dreamlessly. He had been in a fugue state since Olivia had knocked him out with her prior torture. He rolled onto his back and slowly opened his eyes only to be met by Olivia’s face above and his towering, but diminutive, wife to his right. Needless to say, his screams brought a smile to Olivia’s face.
“That is so dang cute. Sounds like he sucked in a bunch of helium.”
Hunter’s fright was replaced by anger at Olivia.
“Oh fuck you!” he yelled, but was ignored.
“How’d y’all like that sock? Comfy right?” Olivia asked the tiny couple.
Hunter then looked down to what he was lying on and stood up in shock. “Aw that’s so gross.”
Olivia giggled softly and then turned met Sandra’s eyes. “How about you? Did you like it?” her hot breath rained down smothering her captives.
Sandra’s felt like her hear was going to explode, her mind flooded with Olivia’s power over her the day prior. Panicking, she quickly yelled “THANK YOU!”.
Olivia smile turned into a smirk. Hunter, on the other hand, turned to his wife. Bewildered, he walked over to her and tapped her side, “Babe. What was that?”
Sandra shook her head and snapped from Olivia’s gaze, “I. I don’t know. I couldn’t think of anything else to say…” She hung her head in shame.
Hunter could see the shame and defeat in Sandra and placed his arm around her as best he could at under half her size. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll make it through this. 14 years 364 days left.”
“Ain’t you two just adorable.” Olivia interrupted. “Sorry about the cage. I discovered shortly after starting this enterprise that until I get y’all caught up on how things works, it’s best to keep you somewhere I can keep an eye on ya. Now. Enough yappin. Let’s get cracking.”
Olivia opened the top of the cage and reached down and grabbed Sandra and Hunter in her right hand. She squeezed them together tightly and made her way from her bedroom.
As Hunter was pressed against her own body, Sandra couldn’t help but notice the scent on Olivia’s skin. How fresh and floral it smelled. She inhaled deeply.
Olivia walked from her bedroom on the second floor of the mansion’s north wing down the hall and down the central staircase.
“Good morning, y’all!” She waved to her 5 other servants who were tending to morning chores in the kitchen.
A chorus of “Good morning, Miss Grace” responded.
Olivia walked to a large kitchen island and opened her hand. She dumped Hunter and Sandra without care onto the polished quartz.
Sandra and Hunter stood up and stared in awe at the kitchen around them. It had to be larger than their home’s entire first floor.
“Designed it myself.” Olivia stated proudly as the tiny couple gawked. “I’m gonna make myself some breakfast, but y’all get acquainted with the rest of the gang.”
“Team meeting, y’all!” Olivia shouted.
Hunter and Sandra watched as 5 other people like them were soon in attention at Olivia’s feet arranged from largest to smallest.
“Y’all. Hunter and Sandra” Olivia spoke down to the tinies who looked up and waved to the couple.
“Hunter and Sandra, let me run down the roll call…”
“First we have Tiffany.” Olivia pointed at a small blonde that looked very similar to herself. “She’s been here the longest. My very first customer. An old college friend. The ink was still wet on her diploma when she begged me to help her out with loans. She’ll be here until she’s 40. Luckily she earned a good height of 8inches so she doesn’t get stepped on…often.”
“Next is Connor.” A small man with a dark complexion stood next to Olivia’s big toe. “Connor got in too deep trying to impress girls with fancy vehicles. Now he only must worry about impressing me for the next 10 years. 6 inches by the way.”
Sandra’s stomach churned as Olivia ran down the details. The reality of 15 years was sinking in heavily.
“And, I’m sure these next two will be familiar to y’all…” Olivia teased.
Sandra and Hunter’s jaws dropped as it was another couple they used to do game nights with. They knew they were in financial trouble; but didn’t think it would be like this.
“Mr and Mrs Steve and Melanie Jacobs…” Olivia smiled triumphantly, “adorably enough, they both chose to be shrunk to 4inches in honour of their anniversary, 4/4. “
Sandra could see the pain in Melanie’s eyes even from her far vantage point.
“Last, but not least. My smallest little girl…until now…” Olivia smirked at Hunter, “Mikayla!”
“Mikayla is my only court ordered appointee. Shrunk to 3inch punitively. She went on a string of liquor store robberies and got caught. Thanks to my uncle, I get paid a nice check from the state for keeping her in my care. Really she’s around more for moral support for y’all than anything. She’ll be here for the rest of her life.”
Sandra gulped at the though of being under Olivia’s control for her entire life.
“And these are the fab 5!” Olivia cheered, but paused “I guess the fab 7 now?” She turned and plucked Sandra and Hunter from the kitchen island and placed them on the ground.
“Stand in position.” She ordered.
Sandra and Hunter glanced at one another, but split to their respective spots less Olivia think of some punishment. Sandra between Connor and Steve and hunter at the end of the line
Sandra’s heart thumped and her knees were week as Olivia’s peds rested an arm’s length away. She stared at the toes which had abused her effortlessly less than a day prior. Her mind thought back to college and her creative writing class; how if this were a story they would represent the power that Olivia now held over her.
“Eyes up here, Sandy.” Olivia whistled.
Sandra felt her face flush as she raised her neck upward and softly. “Sorry…Miss Grace..” She struggled to chose out the words, but felt it was the right thing to do for her mistake.
“Good girl, but remember no talking unless I tell you to.” Olivia responded
Sandra couldn’t believe how effortlessly Olivia took to this role. The ease at which she commanded respect and barked commands…
“Okay. Connor. You are responsible for getting Olivia up to speed on things. Mikayla and Mel, you two show Hunter the ropes. I’m gonna make myself a nice eggy bagel, then go for a run. Y’all have fun. Tiff, if things get out of hand, you know what to do.”
Sandra watched in awe as Olivia’s long legs carried her away to the pantry, the thuds from her feet slowly dissipating to the other side of the kitchen.
“Let’s start with getting Miss’ shoes ready.” Connor quipped to Sandra and began walking from their spot.
Hunter, meanwhile, stared up into Mikayla and Melanie’s face as they smirked back at him.
“Seriously. 2inches? You didn’t even request a size?” Melanie asked her former neighbor who only came up halfway to her.
Hunter was incredulous, “I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS AN OPTION!”
“Well, doesn’t matter anymore. Cuz little Mikayla will now have somebody to boss around.” Melanie continued as Mikayla nodded furiously, her curly brown hair bounced on head.
“What do you mean? I thought we all listened to Olivia?” Hunter asked confused.
“Well. Yes, but there must be a natural order to things and, in this house, size rules.” Melanie and Mikayla boxed Hunter in as Mel filled the small man in.
“If Olivia is God, then Tiffany is a dominion angel enforcing God’s will. We all obey Olivia and listen to Tiff, but you get the special spot of being at the behest of all of us.” Melanie’s words dripped like venom.
“Mel. What the fuck. This place has changed you.” Hunter attempted to protest, but was stopped as Mikayla pushed him into Mel who held him against thighs.
“No. Steve and I learned that there will always be Haves and Have Nots. Thankfully there’s a new Have Not around with you here.”
Connor and Sandra walked silently to their goal down a long hallway. As they walked, the world was soon filled with thuds which grew ever so louder. Sandra turned to see Olivia approaching from behind her bare feet quickly approached. Sandra screamed.
“CONNOR! WATCH OUT!”
Olivia’s peds quickly passed harmlessly over the duo.
“Miss is always aware. Just tend to your task and you will be alright.” Connor spoke unphased as Olivia continued down the hall at comparatively blazing pace. Tiffany soon followed riding a bot.
“Hey y’all!” The small blonde waved as the bot sped past.
“Why can’t we take one of those?” Sandra asked.
“You haven’t earned it yet. Per Miss’ direct orders, you are to use your own legs until otherwise stated.” Connor answered and kept walking until they reached a full sized door.
“Okay. Two questions.” Sandra began, “Why do you talk like that and how do we open this?”
“First.” Connor replied and then pressed an tiny button at the bottom of the door which swung it open. “Miss had these installed with the house.”
“Fancy.” Sandra whistled
“To answer your other question. Prior to my current circumstance, I was rather…crude in my approach toward women. After two of my ex-girlfriends contacted miss, she wanted to teach me manners so that when I returned to the proper world, I would be more appreciative…” Connor led Sandra through the open door as he spoke. “Miss kept me in her shorts for 2 weeks straight until I behaved more to her liking.”
Sandra smiled at the thought of doing the same to a sexist creep herself. “Sounds like it worked.”
“Oh yes. Miss will reward me with 5 more years if I behave.” Connor stated matter-of-factly.
This brought alarm to Sandra, but before she could say anything the sight before her took her breath away.
From floor to ceiling. Wall to wall. The room she and Connor had entered was filled with shoes. It was at least as large as her guest bedroom back home, if not larger.
“Miss specified that she would like her Blue Velvet flats today.” Connor led Sandra to a tablet on the wall at the perfect height for them to reach. She watched as Connor typed in letters as numbers. A51. He pressed enter.
With a mechanical whizzing sound, a small shelf road the rails holding the shoes and stopped at a spot labeled A51. Slowly it pulled a shoebox from the shelf and then descended to the floor.
Connor and Sandra approached the box and peered inside. Two velvet covered flats lay within. Their royal blue shade reflected the light in the room perfectly.
“This is a team effort. So we will have to do this twice. We have 45 minutes until Miss is ready.” Connor spoke and motioned for Sandra to go to the other side of the box.
The two tiny humans worked and sweated, but eventually pulled the first piece of footwear form the box. Connor carried the toe, while Sandra was at the heel. She couldn’t help but peek inside. The velvet lining was stamped with a golden 11. Sandra glanced down at her own feet, though she was taller than Olivia at one point, she was only a size 10 herself.
So the two exited to the hall and marched to the foyer where it was designated for them to place Olivia’s shoes.
As they walked, their “Miss” just barely missed them as she walked around the house.
“Keep it up, you two!” Olivia encouraged which not only humiliated Sandra, but also filled her with a sense of pride.
“One down.” Sandra said proudly as she and Connor placed the shoe on a memory foam door mat. “One to go.” She looked at Connor who held a stoic look on his face. “So, uh. What was that about rewarding you with 5 more years?”
“Oh yes. Miss is very kind with allowing us to remain in her service instead of submitting ourselves to the whims of the world. Tiffany has remained with Miss since her debt was paid last year.” Connor spoke proudly as if Olivia was some benevolent being.
“Isn’t that a bit dehumanizing? I mean. You are a person still and to only be used for menial tasks…it just seems kinda pointless?” Sandra asked
Connor merely shrugged and the two continued their mission with the second shoe.
Nearly on the dot, 45 mintues after Connor said, Olivia beckoned her 7 servants to meet in the foyer.
“I would just like to say how proud I am of each and every one of you for your work today. Connor and Sandra, thank you for the shoes. They are exactly what I requested. How do they look with this dress?” Olivia spun wearing a yellow sun dress.
“Amazing.” Tiffany spoke for the group.
“Thank you, dear.” Olivia spoke to her tiny friend like a child.
“One other special task.” Oliva focused her eyes on Hunter and Sandra.
“I’m giving a lecture on the College of Charleston on community support, entrepreneurship, and philanthropy. I would like to bring you to as my special guests. It’s okay to say no, but there’s no backing out once you say yes. Would you like to come along?” She leaned over her group of servants.
Sandra looked at Hunter who nodded eagerly. He was ready to get away form Mikayla and Melanie. Sandra looked up to Olivia who wore a smile.
“Certainly.” Sandra answered.
“Wonderful!” Olivia clapped, but then looked a concerned. “Oh. But this dress doesn’t have pockets and my backpack is in my office at the university. But my shoes should have room. If you get under my toes. I shouldn’t crush you.”
“Uhhh.” Sandra tried to protest, but Olivia had already made up her mind.
In two fell swoops. The tiny Kellers were each placed in a flat.
“Hunter, you should be alright. Just try not to get wedged anywhere. Sandy. Like I mentioned, under the toes.” Olivia’s voice, though caring in tone, betray the action that was occurring.
Sandra was powerless as Olivia’s foot entered the flat and covered her. She was pressed into Olivia’s skin, already sweating from the velvet interior of the shoe. Sandra wondered if this was a purposeful decision by Olivia.
With her flats firmly fitted, Olivia turned on her heel and waved goodbye to the original fab 5.
“Oh my. It’s certainly a swelter out.” Olivia spoke aloud as if to, somehow, let Hunter and Sandra know. “I can’t believe my feet are already getting sweaty. I’m so sorry, you two. I’ll make this up to you.”
Sandra, meanwhile, was back in defense mode and screaming muffled “Thank yous” into Olivia’s flesh.
An hour drive later, Olivia parked in her faculty spot and stepped from the car.
“Sorry! I parked far away from the lecture hall. Hope that’s okay.” Oliva’s flats slapped against the hot asphalt, heat building within.
Within the flat, Sandra was approaching heat stroke. She was hallucinating she was in a fresh waterfall and was, unknowingly, eagerly drinking Olivia’s foot sweat.
Hunter, on the other foot, found himself stuck between Olivia’s big and second toe. His face forced into the webbing.
“Sorry I’m late!” Olivia rushed into the lecture hall as 100 faces stared back at her. “I do have a small surprise for you all to make up for this.”
All eyes watched as Olivia balanced on the desk and carefully removed each flat.
“We’re all adults here and can handle nudity right?” Olivia asked
Nods were returned silently as she now stood barefoot.
“Alright.” Olivia turned her flats over to dump Sandra and Hunter onto the desk.
Sandra stood in shock as 200 pairs of eyes looked at her and her husband.
“Some of you may recognize these two prominent members of our community. Sandra and Hunter Keller. They’ll be at the cornerstone of my topic today on community support, entrepreneurship, and philanthropy.”
Sandra and Hunter were humiliated as they stood covered in Olivia’s foot sweat while she used them as an example of ‘what not to do’.
“As a Grace, I was taught the value of money early. Which might be why I’m worth $400Million as of yesterday.”
The room gasped in awe of her networth.
“The Kellers, though prominent in giving, seemed to be overvaluing their worth. Which brings us to our first lesson…cash flow…”
Over the next hour, Sandra and Hunter had to listen as Olivia used them as an example of what they did wrong with their wealth and what they should’ve done.
“…and in today’s world you can never be too safe with your assets. Unlike the Kellers, I am now generating $30,000 a day form renting their assets instead of losing money.”
As Sandra and Mark heard this, they attempted to protest “Wait. You were only supposed to hold our stuff until our debt was paid!”
Olivia silenced them with a quick lay of her right hand onto them.
“…but thankfully other entrepreneurs such as myself are around to acquire bad assets and individuals…”
Sandra wanted to cry as Oliva tore down everything they had worked for and their efforts.
“…they now beg to work for me and ensure I can be the best person I am. Hence their positions today under my feet…”
“And that concludes my guest lecture today. If you would like to learn more, you can by my book on my website.” Olivia stopped talking and received a standing ovation.