Hunter struggled not to puke. Wrapped around the freshly painted toe of his former lover, he could only look skyward to she and his wife enjoying friendly conversation. Though he fought against his restraints, Sandra had hog-tied him extremely well. His wrists and ankles began to grow numb from the knots she had fastened.

“…oh and he does this thing where, like, he won’t use public restrooms…” Sandra spilled the tea on Hunter, earning laughter from Jen.

“Oh god. Really? Still? Just man up.” Jen laughed.

It made Sandra happy to be able to make the larger woman laugh. Granted she knew Jen could and would treat her like a slave, but it was nice to be able to bond over something; even it was her worthless husband.

“You know he hates feet, right?” Jen asked Sandra. “I could never get him to give me a foot rub. I used to complain to Olivia all the time about this during girls’ night.”

“Oh. That makes sense with the first thing she did to us, then…” Sandra thought back to Olivia’s study. “Is that why you were so intent on him being a toe ring?” she asked and glanced down to her husband screaming in displeasure.

“Naw. Just a power thing. I saw one of Olivia’s cousins do it at a wedding and wanted to try it myself. The fact that it’s Toe Jam -er Hunter, is just icing on the cake.” Jen smiled.

“Toe Jam?” Sandra raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah. You should’ve seen him yesterday. His poor little body got stuck between Olivia’s toes and he couldn’t get out. The sight of his squirming body covered in Olivia’s sweat, skin, and other funky stuff was enough to energize me through tonight.” Jen laughed.

“Ew. I may need a divorce. I don’t think I could go around kissing Toe Jam…” Sandra said half-joking and half-serious. She did think about she and Hunter’s size difference and how much better she was treated by Olivia and the other tinies.

Elsewhere on the expansive grounds, Olivia sat at a table and enjoyed a small plate of boeuf bourguignon. At the round table, she was joined by one of her students, a cousin, and a long time friend.

With her left leg crossed over her right, Olivia savoured the taste of the perfectly cooked meat and the feeling of warmth in her midsection.

Noticeably absent from the table of ‘party favours’ were Connor and Tiffany. Both of whom were held close by Olivia. Not only were they among her first shrinks, but they also absolutely worshipped her. And, in turn, she rewarded them with plenty of quality time.

They dynamic between Tiffany and Olivia was always friendly through college. They both were well aware of Olivia’s plentiful wealth and Tiffany’s lack thereof. Olivia would always pay for Tiffany’s way on trips and even study abroad. Tiffany offered any way to pay her friend back, but Olivia always deferred. Olivia would always insist that it was the least she could do for her friend. Things would change after graduation.

Olivia had gone on to assist in running one of her family’s many entities while Tiffany struggled to land a job that covered her cost of living and the hefty interest from her six figures of loans wracked up for tuition. Tiffany, seeing no other option, reached out to Olivia for assistance.

During this time, Olivia had come to expect and admire the respect she was given at her position and from her family name. At only 23, she was deriding people over twice her age. Others near her age who may have been ‘smarter’ or hailed as ‘geniuses’ were still under her thumb as she controlled their livelihood through wages and grants. So, when Tiffany came calling, Olivia saw an opportunity for a new avenue to fill her power addiction.

Olivia proposed the idea to Tiffany. She was seeking to start off her own business – most Graces were expected to contribute one new business to their empire in their lifetime and Olivia had found hers thanks to some research she funded.

At first, Tiffany was horrified. First at the thought of the technology even existing, but then at Olivia’s willingness to use it on a living being a friend no-less. She thought about the humiliation she would receive if any of their old friends or Sorority sister were to see her. What would they say? How would she face them? In the end, Tiffany knew that her options were slim, and it was better to have this offer from a friend than to face the stress and unknowns ahead.

The terms of the agreement were for Tiffany to remain in Olivia’s employ for 3 years. This suited Tiffany well as she thought she would still have the remainder of her 20s to look forward to. Within the first year, the dynamic was clear. Olivia was no longer a friend. She was Tiffany’s goddess. A woman with seemingly endless wealth a power – with each passing day Tiffany found herself seeking out more ways to please Olivia, often at the expense of her own self-worth and identity.

Things started innocently enough. Olivia had Tiffany help around the kitchen with preparing recipes. She would, maybe, tend to Olivia’s fingernails to help keep manicures looking fresh. But the asks increased. Olivia soon had Tiffany keeping her shoes clean or shaving her arm pits.

Now, just over 4 years after the initial deal, Tiffany was secured into the front of her giant friend’s underwear. Her face perfectly level with Olivia’s clit, Tiffany’s head continually plunged between the vaginal lips to give tiny licks and kisses. Though they weren’t earth-shattering, the tiny acts of worship kept a continual smile on Olivia’s face as she made small conversation.

Connor, meanwhile, was shoved feet first in Olivia’s butt. His tiny squirms paired with Tiffany’s worship to aid in Olivia’s bliss.

Connor had come to Olivia on less than friendly terms and a year after the launch of her company. As such, his fate was well sealed.

Olivia had known Connor through other women in the community. He had been the child of two local business owner’s who tragically passed when he was in high school. He was the sole inheritor of their wealth and appeared to be on a speed run to spend them as quickly as possible.

He bought sports cars and threw massive parties all while paying his way through Clemson. After college, he returned home to Charleston and continued the lifestyle. He bounced from girlfriend to girlfriend. A trail of broken hearts left in his wake; many of which were friends of Olivia.

By age 26, the wealth which Connor’s parents had amassed was running low. He had to sell off their businesses to the Yantz’s and Grace’s. With an economic downturn, Connor had neither the knowhow or care to preserve what remained. A combination of unpaid taxes and debts led him to Olivia’s doorstep at the advice of one of his Ex’s.

Olivia, 24 at the time, had signed Connor on with an initial 5 year term and, unbeknownst to him, had agreed to put him through a ‘gentleman’s training course’ as she and her friend had jokingly called it. At first, he resisted, but it took less than 3 weeks for him to be fully yoked by Olivia. It was something she found interesting and continued forward – it was if Connor’s spirit just needed a woman, or anybody with some authority, to give him discipline. She held a small party 3 months after Connor’s initial shrinking with many of his former girlfriends. All where astonished by his behaviour and enjoyed teasing and humiliating him. Connor thanked each and every one with a kiss on the ass.

“…I can’t believe you teach part time when you have all this, Professor Grace..”

Olivia looked up from her plate to the source of the words. One of her students, a red-head with Freckles and an orange cocktail dress.

Olivia smiled, “What can I say, Maeve, I really enjoy educating the leaders of tomorrow. Speaking of which, don’t you graduate next year?”

Maeve returned Olivia’s smile and looked down at the table. On which were two miniature men which she had trapped with an upturned glass. “Sure do. Degree in Finance.”

Olivia watched as Maeve grabbed the cup and dragged it around the table, this forced the two men with in to be pushed as well. Their small bodies rubbed against the tablecloth, no doubt covering them in friction burns.

“Any idea what you are going to try to do?” Olivia asked and took another forkful of the beouf.

“Well,” Maeve began to reply and stopped the glass, “I was really hoping to get into debt services. There’s a lot of good companies out there and it seems so fun.” Maeve leaned in close to the glass and watched the men trapped within. Their screams completely muffled by their prison.

“And I own over half of them.” Olivia smirked.

“Oh, absolutely. All the ones I’ve looked at applying to are divisions of GDS. I couldn’t dream of working anywhere else or for anybody else.” Maeve smiled at her mentor.

Olivia felt herself tear up at the girl’s admiration. “Awww. Maeve that’s so sweet. Here, I’ll give you the direct contact info for the VP of HR and you reach out to her. She’ll have you in the door before you even get your degree.”

“Really!?” Maeve asked excitedly.

“Absolutely!” Olivia beamed.

Maeve stood up and leaned over and into Olivia for a hug, “Oh thank you so much. And between you and me, my older brother may be in trouble so it’d be great for him to see my face behind his debt officer’s desk.”

Olivia returned the hug and laughed, “I’ll see if I can help out in any way.”

Maeve, apparently happy with the conversation’s outcome, lifted the glass and grabbed to the small men and walked off with a swagger from the table.

“Well that was nice of you. Don’t tell me I’ll be working for that brat.” Olivia’s old friend spoke up.

“Oh, relax Natalie. You’ll still be the manager of our Austin office.” Olivia shot back and stuck out her tongue which earned a laugh from Natalie.

Natalie had been in Olivia and Tiffany’s sorority. Much like Tiffany, Natalie found herself in financial trouble, but instead of crawling straight to Olivia, she applied at her friend’s newly opened office in her hometown. Olivia was more than happy to have somebody she knew and trusted managing things there. Olivia had flown her out for the weekend to enjoy a small break as they were about to enter the busy season toward Christmas – where individuals and families found themselves hit by unpaid bills and tacked on new debt.

Natalie and Olivia conversed about business. During which, Olivia couldn’t help but notice Natalie’s earrings a young blond hang from Natalie’s left ear while an older woman hung from Natalie’s right. Natalie caught Olivia staring as paused.

“Oh. You like them? Mother and Daughter. They tried to open a cupcake business with a loan from us and, who would’ve thought, the world did not need another one of those. They’re cupcakes were good though, so when I called in their loan, I waned to put them someplace where they wouldn’t be too miserable. Do you like it?” Natalie placed her hands to her ears to keep the earrings from moving to allow Olivia to see better.

“Oh. I love them. I may have to get a pair myself…” Olivia had a glint in her eye…

Jen and Sandra had bonded through the night and discovered a lot of similarities between themselves. Both were into weightlifting – in fact that’s how Sandra and Hunter met. Both had a cinnamon roll addiction. And both board game nerds…

“Well, if Olivia ever hosted a game night. I’ll claim you as my piece.” Jen winked at Sandra who blushed. Wiggling her toes, Jen was made aware of Hunter whom she had forgotten about as both she and Sandra were getting along so well in conversation.

“Oh. Forgot about Toe Jam.” Jen teased, which earned laughter from Sandra. “Hey. I have an idea. I’m staying here tonight. How about we go back up to my room? I bet Olivia has been running you ragged, and you could probably use some release?” Jen raised an eyebrow.

Sandra thought about being soaked under Olivia’s sweaty toes and nodded furiously at Jen.

Carried carefully in Jen’s hand, Sandra couldn’t help but admire Olivia’s house further. The view was so much different at ground level.

Jen walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She carefully placed Sandra on her bedside table and then slipped off her heels.

Sandra couldn’t help but admire the toes which she had painted as they wriggled in the fresh air.

“Ahhh. That’s so nice. I’ll probably have you give me a rub later, Sandy, but right now…” Jen reached down and plucked Hunter’s body from her toe. His backside was covered in sweat and grime. She carefully pulled the knots which Sandra had tied which freed Hunter from his position and then placed him next to his wife.

“Look at you two.” Jen smiled. “Sandra. You’re over twice as tall as him it looks like. God. I remember he used to be 6 foot 2. How we used to play wrestle and how easily he’d pin me…” Jen began to grow excited.

“But look at you, Sandy. You can certainly hold your own with that body.” Jen reached forward and ran a fingernail carefully up and down Sandra’s torso which caused the smaller woman to shudder with pleasure.

Hunter could tell Jen had something planned. He looked up to his, comparatively, towering wife. Sandra did keep fit, her thighs were works of art and, even though it wasn’t a full six pack, her abs were well defined. He then looked to Jen’s omnipresent face.

“You know, Sandy. If you’d like to get out some anger and aggression. You can take it out on that little guy. I wouldn’t tell anybody.” Jen goaded.

Hunter stared up at Sandra who smiled down at him. Her brown hair was drawn up in a ponytail thanks to a small gift from Jen. Without another word, she pounced.

Jen was shocked by how quickly Sandra moved, but Hunter’s legs were quickly out from under him and he was on his back. Her body straddled over his.

Hunter’s eyes grew in terror as Sandra looked hungrily down at him. She raised her right leg and placed her foot on his face.

“How this smell, Toe Jam?”

Jen laughed uproariously.

Though Hunter squirmed and fought under her foot, he could do nothing to move it. Sandra was so used to looking up to him, that she never realized just how miniscule he was until Jen pointed it out. Between serving Jen and now Hunter at her mercy, Sandra’s emotions were a swirling cauldron looking for a release valve.

Jen watched as Sandra removed her foot form her husband’s face and quickly fell onto of his squirming body. It was like a scene from a sci-fi novel, the Amazonian warrior conquering a helpless man. Jen bit her lip as she watched Sandy easily dominate her own ex-lover.

Hunter screamed as his head was now trapped between his wife’s thighs.

“Sandy pleashh” He attempted to beg, but was silenced as her hand came down and covered his mouth.

“I’m tired of going along with what you want. You’re at the bottom of the totem pole now.” Sandra moved forward and covered Hunter’s face with her crotch.

Hunter’s world went dark as his face was enveloped by Sandy’s pussy lips. His screamed muffled inside her and vibrated into the skin, this only seemed to encourage Sandra.

Jen felt herself grow moist as she watched Sandra lean back and support herself while grinding her pussy over Hunter’s face. His tiny screams muffled in her earbud.

“Oh…oh yes. Get him girl.” Jen spoke breathily.

Encouraged and made even hornier by Jen’s voice, Sandra pumped her thighs with more vigor. Hunter’s face pressed deeper into her pussy.

Jen slowly fingered herself as she watched.

With a few more pumps her thighs, Sandra began to approach climax. A strong push was met with a  thump and she felt Hunter’s body go limp.

Hunter screamed as his head was easily manipulated by his wife’s thighs. He was completely powerless as her muscles overpowered his until he felt his neck snap back and the back of his head made contact with the table surface – the lights were turned out.

Jen watched the scene play out from above, “I…I think you knocked him out.”

This was the final push needed for Sandra as she soon gasped and shuddered.

Jen excitedly watched Sandra orgasm. She remained seated on Hunter’s face until Jen’s right hand reached down and pulled her up.

“Nice. Huh?” Jen asked Sandra who nodded with a near drunken smile.

“Glad you had a nice time.” Jen coo’d “Now it’s my turn.”

Jen slowly worked Sandra into her pussy and thought about how powerless they were. How Olivia had turned them from happy couple into bickering playthings…