Chapter 7

As a reward for winning the “game” she had concocted, Mia allowed Thomas to take a little nap, in order to recuperate from the most intense morning of his entire life. He had barely even been able to thank her from his groveling position on the floor, at her feet.

“Ohhh th-...th-thank y-you…!” he managed to force out of his chest, which was still heaving and wheezing from the unbelievably intense orgasm that had recently wracked through his body, at the command of Mia’s snapping fingers.

“Of course, my sweet little thing!” she laughed, wiggling her cum-covered toes close by his cheek. “A good owner always takes care of her pets, and never pushes them too far in their training. Haha, and I think that if I put you through the ringer anymore this morning, your little heart might just explode! And we can’t have that, now, can we?”

“N-no,” moaned Thomas, shaking his head back and forth.

“Though I should say, before I let you nap,” Mia continued, “That these toes aren’t going to clean themselves.”

She wiggled them again, this time actually brushing his cheek, drawing a thin rope of cum between her toe and his cheek in the process. Thomas didn’t register exactly what Mia was implying for several moments, since he was too busy admiring how perfectly her toes were shaped, and how exquisitely they were manicured. But as he perceived that the silence was building above him, he paused and glanced up. Mia’s eyebrows were up, and she was smirking down at him, her eyes blinking expectantly.

“Oh…o-oh, I’m…I’m s-sorry!” Thomas stammered, and he quickly got on all fours and started crawling away toward the bathroom to get some tissue paper. He only managed to crawl a couple of feet when he felt Mia’s other foot firmly (but not forcefully) come down on his back, pushing him back down on his stomach and halting his progress completely.

“And where do you think you’re going?” came her sweet voice from high above him.

“I–I’m going to the…the b-bathroom, to get some t-tissues to do what Mistress told me to do,” Thomas replied, his voice muffled by the floor.

“Hahahaha, oh Thomas, Thomas, my sweet little baby,” purred Mia, clearly amused, “You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to turn around and crawl back to Mistress’s feet and do exactly what she told you to…with your mouth.”

Thomas blinked down into the floor, shocked by Mia’s casual order. The concept of eating his own cum was so far off his mental trajectory that he had to pause for a moment and allow it to settle into his brain. But he knew that Mia was waiting, and so, mechanically, he turned and crawled back to her. When he reached her feet, he glanced upward once more at her, and she smiled down at him, extending her tongue out and licking her lips hungrily.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

The sound of her lips miming an “eating” motion made Thomas hard all over again. She was just so beautiful, so confident, and so dominant in her role, that he couldn’t help but respond to her that way. It didn’t even matter that she was about to make him do something that, if he had allowed himself to think about it more, would be absolutely gross. But that was the power she had over him, and a moment later, he was bending down low to her toes, fully intending on licking his own cum off them.

But then, right as his tongue was about to begin its work, Thomas felt something soft drop down on his mouth. Blinking in confusion, he realized that it was a fancy handkerchief, and that Mia had purposefully dropped it down in his face. It was embroidered with, Thomas assumed, her personal initials, “M.F,” even though he didn’t know what her last name was.

“You were gonna do it!” she laughed softly down at him, “You were actually gonna do it! Hahaha, ohhh Thomas, that’s all I needed to know. Use the handkerchief, little pet – I got all I wanted.”

Thomas burned with shame at having been tricked into willingly doing something so demeaning and degrading, but he had to admit that he was at least glad that Mia wasn’t going to actually make him do it. In any case, he couldn’t feel much more than submissive and shameful arousal at the pleasure she was taking in controlling him so completely.

Ten minutes later, Mia had pulled a dog cage out from under her bed, complete with an array of plush, burgundy-colored pillows. Thomas had seen these cages before – they were for the pampered pets of the rich resort patrons, and a few times, during his massage session with clients, he had even been forced to stifle a laugh at how spoiled these tiny little dogs were, all cozy and curled up in those giant pillows. But now…HE was the little dog.

“You know what to do, little pet,” Mia smiled, gently opening the metal door with a wave of ehr elegant hand, “I’ve made it aaaaaall nice and cozy for you.”

Thomas surprised himself with how quickly he obeyed Mia’s unstated command, and, with his crawling movements still hindered by the cock-and-neck harness he was wearing, he shuffled awkwardly into the cage. Mia shut the door once he was all the way inside, and she got down on her knees so that she could peer through the bars directly into his face.

“Sleep tight, sweet slave,” she cooed, kissing the bars. “I’ll be in to wake you up in a little bit. I need my little dog to recharge, to grow me more cum in those cute, adorable balls. Sweet dreams!”

Mia then stood back up, smirked down at him one last time, and put her nightgown back on. Then, without wasting any time, she strode regally out of the Burgundy Room, with her enlarged ass and big breasts swaying with heavy allure each step she took. Thomas heard her turn the key in the lock, and…well, that was that. He was all alone in the rich, ornate room, the dozens of candles still burning, lighting up the rich burgundy walls with warm, dancing flickers of yellow and orange. He looked through the bars, momentarily overwhelmed by everything that had happened so far that morning. It was difficult to take stock of it all…the fact that he was now only 5’2…that Mia was a towering 6’3…that she actually somehow had the power to steal his size…it just went on and on. Thomas couldn’t for the life of him begin to surmise how exactly Mia did it, except that he knew the massage oil was somehow involved. But how, he had not the slightest clue.

His mind, though, was far too exhausted to embark upon these crazy questions, and a minute later he was all curled up amongst the soft pillows, his eyes closed, as he slipped away into unconsciousness. Mia’s smirking face was the last thing that he saw in his mind before he drifted off to a much-needed sleep.

Thomas immediately fell into a strange sea of vivid dreams, all of them involving Mia in one way or another…he was floating in water, and then he slowly became aware of her huge mouth, coming up underneath him from the depths, ready to swallow him whole…he was lying in something warm and soft…Mia’s lap…and her huge hand was gently petting his bare back, as she cooed and hummed at him from above…it felt like her hand covered well over half his back, and her strong fingers were expertly working his little muscles, turning them into putty…he was the size of a child in her lap.

“Thomas…” she whispered in his ear, as her huge hand massaged and kneaded deep into his back, “Thomasssss…”

His back felt warm and slick, and Thomas realized that Mia was lathering him up with oil…the special chamomile and jasmine oil. She was going to shrink him even smaller! He tried to jerk away from her touch, but he felt the smooth pillars of her ivory thighs lovingly closing around something…his cock…which was trapped in between her huge thighs as he continued to lie face-down. At the same time, her massive hand pressed down on his back, making it so that he could barely budge. She had him, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Thomasssss,” cooed Mia again, massaging more oil into him, “I’m going to make you smaller and smaller and sssssmalllllerrrrrr…oh yesssssss, my little pet…you’re already small, soooooo so small, and you’re only going to get smaller…mmmmhmmmm, yeeahhhhh, feel me taking it from you, Thomas…feeeeeel me absorbing it out of your tiny little body. It’s MINE, Thomas, it’s aaaaall mine.”

Slowly, gently, but with unassailable power, Mia began to move her thighs up and down, gyrating them lubriciously against his prone and helpless cock. The slick sounds of her thighs against his cock told Thomas that Mia had already oiled him up down there as well. Her thighs moved up and down, up and down, and Thomas felt his little body beginning to vibrate helplessly under the heavy power of Mia’s hand. He was breathing hard, his face planted squarely in her lap, so that he was inhaling the sweet musk of her pussy with each breath. Everywhere, inside and outside, she was filling him, surrounding him, dominating him. And there was nowhere he could go, nothing he could do, to keep her from getting exactly what she wanted.

“Thomasssss…”

The sensation of being in Mia’s lap began melting away from his mind, but her voice was still there, slithering sexily in his ear. And, just like that, Thomas realized that he was awake, even though his eyes were still closed. Immediately following this realization, his eyes shot open, and he saw Mia’s luxurious body curled around the cage. She was lying on the floor on her side, with her sexy bare legs wrapped around one end of the cage, with her torso encompassing the other. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that her face was pressed up against the bars. She had been whispering directly into his ear as he slept.

“Ohhhh good!” she cooed, “My little puppy’s awake! Did you have sweet dreams, little guy?”

“Uhhh…y-yeah,” breathed Thomas, turning to face her head-on through the cage, “I…uhm…I…y-yes.”

Mia grinned at him brightly between the bars. Thomas was dead-certain that Mia had been whispering in his ear for some time now, and that she had purposefully done so to direct his dreaming mind. It was incredible – even when he was unconscious, she was in complete control of him.

“Time to go for a little walk!” Mia chirped, flicking her hand and opening the cage door, “I’ve got something extra-special planned for my new puppy this afternoon!”

Thomas had no idea what this “extra-special plan” entailed, and at this point all he could think about was the prospect of being led outside…on a leash…with no clothes on. Mia had already blown his mind so many times that he didn’t put it past her to do something like this – after all, this was her Resort, and she could technically do whatever she wanted.

A moment later, Mia was grinning broadly down at him, her tongue amusedly licking the top of her lip.

“Mmmm, I can tell my little pet is worried about something…heheh, is he worried that I’m gonna lead him outside, on his hands and knees, with no clothes on? Is he worried that those big, tall, curvy volleyball girls are gonna see how tiny he’s gotten and laugh their fat asses off?”

Thomas couldn’t hide his shock – those girls, who had made fun of him earlier for having a surfboard that was too big for him, had only exchanged a few words with him! And yet, still, somehow, Mia knew about it!? Were THEY spies as well?? Or maybe some other spy saw it all happen and reported back to her!? Thomas’s mind was spinning as he tried to make sense of it all, but his mental whirlwind was interrupted by Mia’s soft, mellifluous laughter. He looked up and saw her holding something with her two hands, shaking it down at him…it looked like a sweater…upon closer inspection, though, Thomas could see that it was a dog sweater. It was decorated with a simple black and white striped pattern, but in the middle of it, right where the middle of his back would be, there was a single image of a white dog bone. Clearly, this sweater had been made with a cute dog in mind.

“Get it, little puppy?” Mia teased, shaking the sweater down at him, “It’s for my little pet, who aaaaallways has a boner!”

Thomas had to appreciate the humor, even if it was crushingly humiliating at the same time – and it was obviously an accurate message, as his cock was still hard, as it always was in Mia’s presence.

A few minutes later, Mia was “walking” Thomas down the hallway of the Burgundy Wing. To his immense relief, she had relieved him of the special cock contraption that caused him to be perpetually bent forward, and ultimately crawling on his hands and knees…but Thomas had the distinct feeling that he hadn’t seen the last of that leather appendage. In any case, it was just about as humiliating, being led around in a dog leash attached to his conspicuous collar, all while wearing a dog sweater with a large white bone etched into its back. He felt, for all intents and purposes, like Mia’s pet…and he knew this feeling was accurate.

But more than anything else, it was the sheer size difference between himself and Mia that was really making Thomas feel small and inferior. Mia was now a full 13 inches taller than him – the top of his head didn’t even come up to her shoulders, and whenever he turned to look sideways at her big, luscious body, he caught an eyeful of her gigantic, bouncy tits…his eyes were exactly even with the suggestive protrusions of her large nipples. Even though Thomas had cum himself dry not long before, he wasn’t able to keep his loins from stirring at the sight of his…his boss…his owner, striding beside him like that. With her proud head held high, her shoulders back, her posture exquisitely arched, as her regal gossamer gown flowed behind her, Mia looked like a queen.

‘That’s what she is,’ Thomas thought helplessly to himself, with maddening arousal. ‘She IS the Queen…the Queen of this Resort…of this island…of…me.’

“Come along now little puppy, keep up!” Mia trilled teasingly above him. “Little dogs usually walk in front of their owners, not behind!”

“Oh! S-Sorry!” muttered Thomas, as he quickened his steps to keep up with her. It was actually a bit tough to match paces with Mia, since her shapely, powerful legs were so much longer (and obviously much bigger and stronger) than his. Thomas realized that he had been in a sort of trance, staring down at the heavenly, quivering behemoth of Mia’s ass, which was bouncing and dancing wildly with each step she took, just about even with the middle of his chest. Thomas found himself wondering whether this gigantic ass weighed about…what could it be!? Half as much as he did?? Surely not…and yet…and yet…god it was so big. And as he shuffled past it, he was able to see himself in relation to it, and felt all the more tiny.

‘She could crush the life out of me,’ Thomas thought, full of mesmerized awe, ‘Just by sitting on me and laughing.’

He suddenly felt the warm, fluid touch of Mia’s hand snaking around the back of his neck as he came up in front of her. Thomas responded instantly, his skin jumping to attention in goosebumps as his cock bounced in the dog sweater. He nearly slowed down, but quickly realized what was happening – Mia was petting him.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good little puppy,” she cooed, her gorgeous mouth curling into a delighted smile. “Now keep up the pace!”

Thomas wondered what Mia could be so obviously excited about, but, on the way to their destination, his musings were often interrupted by other people casting puzzled or amused glances down at him, and making comments and cracking jokes. The varieties of public humiliation were endless.

“Heyyy, what’s that little guy wearing!?” chirped one young woman to her friend. “It looks like a dog swea…oh…ohmygod look, look! He’s got a leash on!!”

“Holy shit,” whispered the other young woman, “Is it like…some kind of performance art!?”

“Haha well it’s perfect!” chuckled the first girl, “I mean look at him! He’s tiny…and she’s…wowwww, I mean she looks like his owner, right!?”

Mia was leading Thomas along too quickly for him to catch any more of that conversation, but he had clearly heard all he needed to. He glanced back and up at Mia, and she stuck her tongue out at him through a smile and batted her eyebrows up and down. Thomas was sure that she was getting just as much of a sexual thrill out of all of this as he was…even if he still wasn’t really comfortable in this role. But what choice did he have?

“Look, look!” whispered a young man to his girlfriend a moment later, pointing directly at Thomas, “She’s out walking her dog, hahaha!”

“Oh how adorrrrrrable!” exclaimed the girlfriend, grasping her boyfriend and melting into him as she looked down at Thomas, enjoying the spectacle. Both of them seemed quite athletic, a little over six feet tall each. They seemed huge to Thomas, and he couldn’t help but think that, just a little while before, they would have both looked small to him. They appeared to be the same age (maybe even younger) than him too. But now, everything had changed.

“Hiya boss!” came another female voice, and Thomas whipped his head around. He had been trying to stare hard down at the sidewalk, right after passing two more young women who towered over him, pointing and giggling amongst themselves…but that voice was familiar. It felt like his heart had stopped beating for a moment, and he turned around, already knowing who it was. Ava, his masseuse co-worker, was walking by them on the sidewalk, decked out in a fancy pair of sunglasses. She had long, flowing black hair that went all the way down her back, which was so silky and well-kept that it always looked like a smooth, velvety waterfall of pitch-black ink. At 5’8, Ava was a little taller than the average girl, and a full half-foot taller than Thomas was now. Like Luna, she was pleasantly thick in all the right places, though she didn’t quite have Luna’s dump truck of an ass. Still, though, what Ava might have lacked in ass, she made up for in her E-cup tits that sensuously pushed and stretched the stylish, deep purple blouses she always wore.

“Hello Ava!” replied Mia pleasantly, still not slowing down. “Lovely day, huh?”

“Damn you’re looking amazing!” Ava remarked, slowing down slightly as she lowered her sunglasses a little. It had become clear to her that Mia was actually much taller than she had been before, and her face reflected her surprise. But she didn’t appear to be at all troubled by it – rather, her expression was one of unmitigated awe.

“Heh, thank you, Ava,” Mia replied sweetly, conveying her authority effortlessly in the tone of her voice, “It’s so rejuvenating, having a new pet!”

“Ohhhh a new pet!” laughed Ava. Thomas knew that she was around his age, and was not unfamiliar with more kinky-style relationship dynamics. She had even casually mentioned to him one time when she had used a strap-on on a former boyfriend. Ava was like that – she was chill, down-to-earth, and sexually open. Thomas had never really considered doing anything with her, but now that he was this small, the delicious curves of her big body looked…so good. He wondered if, in this newly-imposed submissive state of mind, he was doomed to be helplessly attracted to more and more women who were bigger and taller than him.

Right then, though, he happened to glance up at Ava, right as she glanced down at him, as she passed by.

“Heheh, so who’s the new pe–” she began, but her face fell, toppling down from cheeriness into incredulity.

“Thomas…Thomas!?” she cried, opening her mouth wide and bending down to get a better look, “Is that YOU!?”

“Trust me, he’d love to tarry and tell you all about it, Ava,” laughed Mia, speeding up, “But my little puppy’s got places to be! Catch you later!” A second later, Mia made a point to glance over her shoulder and add, “You’re looking pretty good yourself, girl!”

Thomas saw Ava half-smile, waving goodbye and standing stock-still in the middle of the sidewalk as she watched them go, before Mia gave a small but commanding tug on his leash. He bounded back along the sidewalk in front of her, causing her to chuckle above him.

“Good dog,” she breathed pleasantly. “Haha, fancy running into Ava! She looked a little surprised to see you like this! Last she saw you, you were the 6’5 surfing hunk…and look at you now…vastly improved, heheh.”

“Y-Yes,” nodded Thomas meekly, walking in front of Mia. He figured that she would expect him to agree with her verbally.

“Ava sure is cute, though,” Mia mused out loud, “Don’t you agree, little dog?”

“I…y-yes…yes she is,” Thomas replied truthfully. He wasn’t sure if Mia was trying to somehow trap him in his own words, so he thought it best to just be as truthful as he could.

“Hmmmm, I wonderrrrr,” Mia purred, bringing her free hand up to stroke her chin as she continued to walk, “Maybe…maybe I could get her to…heheh…I’ll just file that away for later.”

She went quiet, and even though Thomas was dying to know what she was thinking, there was no way of accessing her thoughts beyond asking her. And right now, he somehow knew that he was not supposed to be asking her anything. He turned forward, and continued to weather the amused glances, wide-eyed stares, open mouths, and giggling laughter coming at him from all sides.

It was an immense relief, then, when Mia suddenly turned left off the sidewalk, tugging gently but insistently on his collar as she led Thomas under the shade of a large apartment tower. The sun’s dazzling rays reflected off the glass exterior of the luxury apartment building – it was getting towards high noon, and the activity at the Resort was buzzing. A few blocks away, Thomas could even occasionally hear the steady roar of the waves crashing against the beach.

“Well heeeeere we are, little one!” Mia announced happily, leading Thomas into the cool, smooth-floored lobby. She nodded knowingly at the security guard sitting at the front desk, who smiled and nodded back at her. Thomas saw the guard glance down curiously at him before Mia escorted him into the elevator wing of the lobby. She pressed her long finger into the “Up” button, making it glow red.

*Dinggg*

The sound of one of the elevator doors opening…thankfully it was empty…Thomas hadn’t relished the thought of riding on an elevator, in his leash, collar, and dog sweater, with anyone besides Mia…and especially not with one of those groups of young, attractive girls that were apparently everywhere.

“Mmmmm, a little nervous, my pet?” asked Mia sweetly, as the golden doors closed and they started going up. She had extended out a big hand and was gently, lovingly, petting Thomas on the head, threading her long fingers through his hair. He felt his eyes flutter back into his head for a moment, before he made an effort to focus himself. It just felt so good, so incredible, to be touched like that…to be pet with such easy, sensual authority.

“No answer?” teased Mia, “I hope my little puppy isn’t getting sleepy! He already had his nap!”

In a move that shocked Thomas with its sudden force, Mia bent down, backed her giant ass into Thomas, and then took another single step backwards, smushing him up against the golden elevator wall. He felt all the air go out of his lungs as his head, upper torso, and arms jerked forward. The next thing he knew, he was staring down at his hands, which were each resting on the cheeks of Mia’s gargantuan butt. It was incredible – her ass was so big that it spanned out wider than his shoulders on each side. Thomas could do absolutely nothing against it, and was left just standing there, smushed up against the elevator wall, unable to breathe. Too accentuate the physical and sexual power she had over him, Mia proceeded to gently twerk the muscles in her ass, bouncing them playfully into Thomas’s trapped body. His left hand went up, then his right…then his left, then his right. Her gyrating ass was turning him into a little marionette.

“When I ask my puppy-slave a question,” hummed Mia sweetly, “I expect him to answer me.”

Right at the word “answer,” Mia flexed her mighty thighs and slowly began to straighten her legs up. She had been crouched down in a squatting position, smushing her butt into Thomas, but now, as she rose up to her full height, Thomas felt his feet leave the floor. She had lifted him into the air, and was dragging his body up the smooth elevator wall, using only her ass. And the whole time, she continued friskily bouncing her butt cheeks up and down, up and down, just underscoring her effortless dominance over him.

“You got that, sweetheart?” she intoed, turning around and raising a playful eyebrow at him. She was clearly enjoying the fact that his thick, 11-inch cock was protruding up between her cheeks, straining the fabric of his dog sweater.

Thomas nodded vigorously. His face was turning beet-red, since he couldn’t breathe with Mia’s giant ass crushing him like this against the wall, and in any case, he felt like he was about to lose it and spew his load in the dog sweater. The last thing Thomas wanted was to be walking around all day in cum-soaked clothes. Chuckling, Mia seemed to sense his impending orgasm and stepped away from the wall, letting Thomas crumple down unsteadily to the elevator floor.

“N-no…” he panted, staring at the floor before looking back up at her, “I’m…I’m n-not nervous.”

“Oh?” asked Mia, amused, “And why not?”

“B-Beca…Because I’m with you,” Thomas replied. As he spoke, he suddenly realized that what he was saying was the absolute truth. When it really came down to it, as long as he was with Mia, he had a deep sense of safety that had developed in a relatively short amount of time. She had trained him well.

“Right answer, cutie,” she smiled.

*Dinggg*

The elevator doors opened, and Mia grinned widely as she gently tugged on the leash, urging Thomas out ahead of her. They were on the top floor of the luxury apartment building. Thomas had been in this building a few times to see clients, but had never actually been on the top floor. As with other places at the Resort, the top floor was apparently reserved for the VIP guests. Everything was smoother, fancier, plusher…even the carpet seemed to be made of more high-quality material, and Thomas felt his feet sinking down into it as he labored to stay ahead of the long strides of his owner.

Less than a minute later, Mia stopped in front of a door, and she gave the leash a firm little tug to let Thomas know that he should stop too. His heart was beating quickly in his chest as Mia raised her hand and rapped on the door. She looked down at him, ruffling his hair with her big hand as she chuckled, appreciating his intrigue.

“Ooooo, who’s it gonna be, little guy?” she teased, “Who’s it gonna be??”

The door opened, and Thomas’s heart stopped dead. He had to incline his head slightly as he looked up to the face grinning down at him. It was Luna…and she was completely naked.