The red-soled Louboutin heels stood proudly at the side of Brittany’s bed. Their size often made her laugh. She wondered how much of a cow they had to use to come up with the leather. They were chunky heels with basic black leather straps. Large enough to hold her feet, but elegant and understated. They were open toed, which Brittany loved. The insoles had been set for that night earlier by Trevor.
6 small humans lay starfished on the crème-coloured insole. Their bodies were held in place with a thick layer of Tiny Tack. In the left shoe, Lauren, Hailey, and Damien’s naked bodies lay as they awaited Brittany’s foot. In the right shoe Roger, Lyle, and Reigna’s bodies were affixed.
Brittany hummed to herself as she put the final touches on for the night. Her hair was tied into a French Braid bun and her fingernails and toenails were painted in a sleek candy-apple red color. Her lips matched. A single-shouldered blood-red rushed gown flowed down her fit form. 3 large gold buttons rand down the left sid of the dress. A cut down the right side of the dress showed off her bare thigh. Her breasts were perfectly cradled on her chest.
Trevor’s heart thumped in his chest as he watched Brittany from his position atop her mattress. A spot he wasn’t unfamiliar with as she had made use of him heavily since he was shrunk, but the current sight of her rushing around was something different. The absolute grace with which she moved made Trevor’s mouth go dry. Her bare feet danced across the carpet in her bedroom as she moved between her bathroom, clothing closet, and wardrobe. He caught sight of himself in one of Brittany’s many mirrors and sighed. He was dressed to match a theme put forth by Brittany.
The theme of their outfit was “Ringleader”. Brittany’s all red attire with the gold buttons was supposed to conjure images of a circus ringleader. Trevor, meanwhile, wore a red fez. Around his neck, a golden titanium collar was secured. On his torso he wore a red vest which showed off his bare chest. A small pair of black bohemian pants covered his legs. His shoeless feet completed the ensemble.
“Ready, monkey boy?” Brittany asked with her hands on her hips and her body cocked slightly to the right.
Trevor smacked his dry lips as he drank her in. Despite how she treated him as an object, he couldn’t help but be physically attracted to her.
“Y-yes Miss Dunham.” He sputtered
As she looked down upon Trevor, Brittany couldn’t help but give herself a pat on the back. He looked almost like one of those monkeys that would dance for coins as a mustachioed man would play an organ grinder.
Brittany sat down on her bed and snapped her fingers at Trevor who quickly slid down from the bed onto the floor where he carefully picked up one of Brittany’s awaiting heels. Though the shoe was almost as twice as large as him, he wrestled with the footwear until he had lifted it from the floor. His legs and back strained as he carefully waddled to Brittany’s awaiting appendage.
Damien could only stare as Trevor lifted his prison upward. Within seconds, he was soon presented with the underside of his ex’s massive foot. The soft skin was pinkened from Brittany’s movements. He closed his eyes and held his breath as the warm flesh soon enveloped him, Lauren, and Hailey.
Trevor carefully buckled the heel strap around Brittany’s left ankle and stepped back. His eyes started from the tips of her toes and travelled up her dress to her face which was uncaring of him. Regardless of the countless times before which Brittany had handled him like a doll or pressed him underfoot, he still struggled to come to terms with her size (or his lack thereof).
“Speed it up, little guy.” Brittany commanded as she looked into her phone’s camera and placed some finishing touches on her makeup. She felt Calbe stirring between her ass-cheeks as she sat.
Once more, Trevor grunted and groaned as he lifted the other shoe and placed upon Brittany’s right foot. The tiny people on the insole suctioned to her sole.
Brittany turned off her phone and closed her make-up kit. She looked down at her feet and smiled as Trevor stood between them and looked up at her. “Good Job.” She smiled. She then reached into a hidden pocket of her dress and pulled out a long chain matching the color of the bracelet and Trevor’s collar. She attached one end to a bracelet around her right wrist. He attention turned to the man below.
Trevor stood helplessly as she reached down and grabbed him with her left hand. Her fingers wrapped around him as his body nestled into her palm. Its warmth and plushness were, in a way, comforting to Trevor. Brittany’s fingers soon opened around him to reveal her face hovering above. Trevor dared not move as Brittany’s other hand hovered over him.
Brittany reached down with the end of the chain in her right hand and carefully attached the free end of the chain to Trevor’s collar with a satisfying snap. She pulled it slightly to ensure it was secure.
Trevor felt his Adam's apple push back forcefully into his throat as Brittany ‘softly’ tested the collar and chain’s linkage.
Brittany seemed pleased and wrapped her hand once more around Trevor and shoved him into the dress’ pocket which was hidden around her crotch. The only sign of her passenger was about 8ft of chain leading from her wrist and into the pouch. The thunder of her heeled feet stepping across the floor signaled to Trevor that they were leaving.
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Courtney couldn’t believe it. The number of celebrities and athletes in Four Seasons’ convention center was impressive. In the short 3 years of the gala’s existence, it had become New Orleans premier event – even usurping Mardi Gras to an extent. Anything with Brittany involved seemed to be golden. As her eyes travelled around the crowd, she wondered how many of those in attendance were future ‘fallen stars’. She then caught sight of Brittany towering over the crowd. She jumped up and waved to get her boss’ attention.
Brittany smiled as she caught sight of Courtney waving and jumping to get her attention. Courtney’s hair, loose on her shoulders, bounced along with her. She wore a purple satin dress along with a pair of gold strappy-flats. Her recently painted maroon toes peeped out with Courtney Vance, skin pigmented green, wrapped around her left ring toe. Kyle and Amanda’s faces poked from between her toes as they lay under her feet.
Brittany was soon towering directly over her protégé, drink in hand.
“Having a good time?” Brittany asked as she took a sip from a golden goblet handed out to guests.
Though the gala was a “Charity Auction”, like most high-profile events it had become a way for high-profile individuals to show-off to one another. Each guest received a high-end gift-bag and other goodies; this year a golden goblet rimmed with rubies was the go-to party favour. It was of hefty size and weight. Even Brittany’s massive hands struggled to make it look small.
Courtney, obviously overstimulated, answered, “Oh my god. This is amazing. I’ve never seen this much wealth in one place.” Her eyes bounced to –and-fro as she caught sight of various new people.
It was an interesting dichotomy. Many of those from Vilecio who were, arguably, less influential than most of the ‘famous’ people often pulled the most attention with their size. It was possible for the rich-and-famous to reduce other humans for their pleasures on a whim, but increasing their own size was another story. This was much more difficult unless you were somehow involved in Vilecio. This often resulted in Vilecio signing famous faces on contract for dirt-cheap in return for being able to increase their own height.
Courtney watched as New Orleans’ star center walked by, she easily towered over him. She lifted the goblet in her left hand to her lips and sipped to ease her nerves.
“Relaxxxx.” Brittany’s voice came from above, her drink obviously doing its job. “Most the folks here are worried about me and many of them would fucking throw themselves at you if given the chance.” Brittany took another sip from her goblet.
Courtney mimed her mentor with a sip of her own and thought about the fact that even as intimidating as she was now, she was an object of desire to many.
“Heyyy, y’allll!” A familiar voice rang out.
Courtney and Brittany’s heads turned to see Katrina running toward them with Cassandra following close behind.
The bubbly redhead quickly approached. She was followed by Cassandra, who was much more reserved. Courtney had only interacted with her once before during a budget meeting.
Courtney eagerly hugged Katrina and stepped back to take in her fit.
Katrina’s hair was tied into a top bun. Her green eyes sparkled under the lights of the room. She wore a tight black midi dress and matching black leather slingback heels. Her fingernails were also painted black.
Courtney couldn’t help but admire the dark look.
Cassandra, in contrast, wore a bright yellow mini dress and dark blue gala sandals. Her Brunette hair was tied into a French braid which draped on her right shoulder. She stood a few inches shorter than Courtney.
The four women hugged and made pleasantries as they watched the crowd and awaited the auction to start. Brittany had to lead the bidding so the other 3 would be at a table by themselves once everything started.
“So what’s your theme?” Katrina asked Brittany, her eyes traced the chain into the pocket at Brittnay’s lower waist.
“Ringleader!” Brittany answered cheerily.
“What’s that mean?” Courtney asked.
“I’ll show you.” Brittany replied.
Within the pocket of Brittany’s dress, Trevor had been forced to listen to the sounds of the gala, though he could make out the sights well through the sheer fabric, it was blurry. Brittany’s right hand soon accompanied him and wrapped around his body. He was pulled from his fabric womb.
Courtney stared down at Trevor who was placed in the center of the quadruplet by Brittany. The 8 feet easily corralled him in. She looked at the collar around his neck and the chain leading up to Brittany’s wrist. She watched as Brittany’s fingers curled around the chain and gave a small pull.
“Give us a dance, Monkey Boy.” She commanded and tapped her phone in her other hand. The glass slab soon played Taylor Swift’s latest hit, “Small Guys Like Me”.
Trevor’s face burned with shamed as he danced and gyrated – dance classes provided by one of New Orleans’ best studios were put on display.
“Go Trevor! Go Trevor!” Katrina’s voice teased from above as he was forced to put on a show for, not only the 4 women, but also a gathering crowd.
As the music stopped, the laughter of Brittnay, Katrina, Courtney, and Cassandra was demeaning enough, but what followed caused the blood to drain from his face.
“No way! Is that him?” A deep masculine voice was heard.
Trevor watched as, through the crowd, some of his old teammates emerged. His mouth instantly went dry and he felt a need to crap.
Brittany looked down at the three men standing between she and Katrina. All had to be over 6 feet tall but were dwarfed by herself and her cohorts.
“NO FUCKING WAY.” A well-built black man shouted. “This is what happened to Trev?”
Trevor looked up at his 3 former teammates. His star wide-receiver, his running back, and his tight-end all looked down at him in wonder, embarrassment, amazement, awe. The list of adjectives could go on and be accurate.
“No way, dude.” The tight-end, a 6ft 6in blond-haired man spoke. “Literally chained to a chick.” He commented as he looked down at Trevor in his ‘monkey’ outfit.
Brittany was offended at being called ‘some chick’ and stepped in, “I could have you join him.” She spat down at the man who wasn’t used to being called out for his actions.
“You do look like a snack.” Katrina added to Brittany’s words and licked her lips.
“I was just making a joke...” The man replied and went silent as the larger women embarrassed him. He slinked back into the crowd.
After a few more minutes of humiliation, Brittany grew bored and picked Trevor up and placed him back in her dress’ pocket. The crowd dispersed, but Trevor was now well-aware of his former teammates being in attendance.
The auction soon arrived, and the attendees settled into their seats at their tables as well-dressed wait staff hurried around with drinks and food.
“Thank you.” Courtney grabbed her refilled chalice from a waiter and smiled. He blushed and rushed away to his next duty.
Courtney, Katrina, and Cassandra were fortunate to have their own table to themselves while Brittany stood on stage and ran things.
Courtney looked around the room and took in the sight of the approximately 200 faces looking toward the stage. She admired Brittany’s ability to speak in public so easily. As she scanned, she looked at her table mates. Cassandra tapped on her phone in boredom, but Katrina hands worked under the table. Courtney watched as Katrina’s right hand emerged from under the table and rose to her mouth. Her svelte fingers popped something between her lips and then she chewed. Katrina’s eyes then turned to her.
“Oh how selfish of me.” The redhead spoke to Courtney. “Would you like some?” She then extended her left hand.
Courtney’s eyes grew wide as dozens of micro-sized people, probably less than ¼ of an inch long each writhed in squirmed in Katrina’s palm. She knew that many at Vilecio had picked up a taste for this through experiments, but didn’t' realize that Katrina was one of them.
“N-no. I”m good.” Courtney shook her head.
“Alrighty. They got a nice salty taste, you should try it sometime.” Katrina shrugged and then pulled 4 tiny people from the pile in her palm and tilted her head back. Courtney looked on in horror as the small humans were tossed like popcorn between the large open lips.
Courtney’s eyes turned down her left leg crossed over her right. She looked at Courtney Vance wrapped around her ring toe and Kyle’s face between her middle and second-toe. She thought about what she put them through but couldn’t' imagine ever eating them so casually.
"Thank you all for coming.” Brittany’s voice pulled the crowd’s attention onto the stage.
Courtney couldn’t help but be infatuated with how Brittany looked. How tall and powerful she stood and how she towered over everyone else. Her red dress hugged her toned physique, and her large feet were planted firmly.
“...In all 3 years of hosting this event, this is our largest turnout by far. 189 of you in attendance. The proceeds from your tickets along with the results of the auction will be donated to this years cause, the New Orleans Food Bank...” Applause filled the room.
“Should just start selling these.” Katrina spoke to Courtney as she referred to the living snacks in her palm.
Courtney rolled her eyes.
“...so without further wait, let’s start. Shall we?” Brittany raised her arms above her head and the room filled with uproarious applause, much louder than when Brittany mentioned the donation of the money.
“The first item on the list is a rare, customized pair of Vilecio Edition Jordans. One of one.” Brittany motioned around the shoes as they were wheeled onto the stage. Two large video boards on either side of the stage showed the shoes in more detail.
Courtney watched as a bidding war ensued between one of Trevor’s teammates and a Pelicans player. The hooper came out on top with a winning bid of $15,000.
“That was a good starter, but let’s spice things up...” Brittany winked to the audience.
Courtney watched as the cameras panned to the left side of the stage and another cart was rolled out. Another glass box like that which held the shoes sat atop, but the item inside was not shoes this time around.
The image on the screen as the cart was rolled to Brittany’s side only further accentuated how large she was. As she stood proudly over the box, a broad smile on her face, a small figure within the box moved around and occasionally pounded on the walls of their glass prison. Courtney looked up at the screen to the left of the stage to get a better view. It was a small man with thick brown hair, he seemed a bit older and his body was slightly flabby but showed signs of prior fitness. His pitiful dick barely poked out from between his legs. She struggled to recognize him but felt she should know who he was.
“This wonderful 4-incher here is Mister Theo Boutran.” Brittany spoke the name of New Orleans’ mayor from 3 years prior. He had been arrested and jailed on corruption charges. Many in the audience gasped at his name. “Bidding starts at $20,000”. Brittany stepped back to open the floor for bids.
Courtney couldn’t believe anybody would pay that much, but the bids came quick and climbed. By the end, the winner was going home with Theo for a final price of $175,000. She watched as an older woman, probably in her 50s, emerged from the crowd and walked toward Brittany. Brittany checked her phone quickly, “Looks like you were eager. Money has been received, he’s all yours Miss Klein.” Brittany stood to the side as the woman eagerly came on stage and grabbed the box and returned to her seat.
Courtney thought for a moment and then it hit her. Gloria Klein, she had been implicated in the corruption scandal as well while serving as the city’s lead counsel. She got off by handing in evidence against Theo. Now she fully had him.
“Back to the boring stuff.” Brittany stated with a frown as she motioned the next item out.
Courtney instantly recognized it as the Mind-Band Brittany had found in the archives.
“Your chance to own a piece of Vilecio history!” Brittany did her best to hype up the item. She knew nobody was here for the material things.
$5,000 later and the Mind-Band found its new owner.
"Alrighty. Next on the docket...” Brittany motioned the cart.
Another glass cage with another screaming person. This time it was a black woman who Courtney had no clue who she was, but she looked on the younger side.
Brittany’s right hand rubbed up and down the glass case teasingly, “Former WNBA Rookie of the Year Janelle Watson. Bidding starts at $25,000.”
Once more, the final price was well above this at $85,000.
And so, the auction went with at least 12 more people ranging from politicians, to athletes, to minor celebrities being sold to others to do with as they pleased. Courtney couldn’t believe the amount of disposable income many of those in attendance had. The highest bid of the night was $500,000K for New Orleans’ Police Chief. A surprise last-minute addition which highlighted the power Vilecio held.
The night wound down with Brittany, Katrina, Cassandra, & Courtney sitting around the table drinking and chatting in the empty auditorium.
“$3Million. Not a bad haul.” Brittany tallied the final numbers on her phone.
“People love people.” Katrina spoke up and leaned back in her chair. She tossed back the last remaining handful of people into her mouth and chewed.
Courtney shuddered with each crunch.
Between Courtney’s toes, Amanda’s face was tear stained. The night reminded her of what she used to have. She was sitting in the same spot 2 years prior during the inaugural event. She remembered getting dressed up and feeling special for being at Brittany’s table. Now she was naked underfoot breathing in Courtney’s funk and completely forgotten about. The only person who she had any sort of attachment to was a puddle of goop in shoes in Courtney’s closet.
“So what do you girls want to do now?” Brittany leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs onto the table.
Courtney caught a peek at the bodies attached to the insoles of her heels before Brittany’s feet pressed down upon them.
“I didn’t dress up and have you all drag me out of my hole for nothing.” Cassandra spoke up. One of the few times that night, but it earned a chuckle from Courtney.
The quadruplet made their way from the Four Seasons up Canal Street. Their large heels clacked against the concrete sidewalks as groups of folks moved around them.
Hailey struggled to move. Her arms and legs secured in a starfish pattern worked to maintain blood flow. She had timed her breathing to match her former sorority sister’s steps. The hot flesh rose and fell. Fresh air would flow over her only to be enveloped by Britany’s skin. A life she had grown used to, but not one she ever imagined having.
Meanwhile, cradled in Brittany’s pocket, Trevor reflected on what would be the rest of his life. In the past 6 months, Brittany had grinded him down in the metaphorical and literal senses of the word. He had began to forget about his past life until tonight. The sight of his former teammates reminded him of what he once was and once had. A life where he wasn’t used as a living dildo or treated as a slave. Brittany’s hand soon entered and wrapped around him.
“Oh my god. He is so adorable.” A high pitch voice squeaked.
Trevor’s eyes struggled to adjust to the light as Brittany’s hand lowered him to the ground of a bar they had entered.
Trevor stood on the ground and looked upward to Brittany, chain dangling from her wrist to his neck, and Courtney. A couple of new faces stared down at him as well. His stomach sank as he recognized their faces.
Three Saints cheerleaders smiled at him. They all stood at their normal heights of 5ft 4in to 5ft 7in and completely shadowed him.
"I can’t believe this is the guy who used to be Mr. Hot Shit. Now he looks like shit.” A brunette raised a cowboy booted foot over Trevor who held his arms above his head. This got a laugh from the 5 women.
“From quarterback to short stack!” Another teased.
Trevor wasn’t the most well-liked guy on the team in the first place, but his treatment of the cheerleaders as nothing more than eye candy and airheads really earned their disdain.
“So, like. You basically own him?” One of the girls asked up to Brittany.
“I absolutely own him. Little guy does whatever I say whenever I say.” Brittany yanked his chain in emphasis.
“Oh god. That would be the dream. I would be all like. Shine my shoes. Get me water. Clean my toilet.” One of the cheerleaders stated with whimsy.
“We’re always looking for new blood if you wanna give Vilecio a shot.” Courtney spoke up and handed her business card to the three women.
After a few more pot-shots toward him, the trio left to another bar. Trevor shuddered at the thought of one of those airheads overseeing any living person. His eyes then scanned around the bar. Dozens of people crammed in enjoying their night wight live music playing. Brittany and the other Vilecio girls caught glances at first, but after 30 minutes, they blended in with the rest of the crowd.
Trevor caught sight of Cassandra as she talked with a guy. He was tall, maybe 6ft 2in, but still easily a foot shorter than Cassandra. Her heels only added to the difference. He appeared confident and Cassandra seemed receptive. Trevor watched as she bent down and whispered something to his ear. The man gave a large smile with eager nod and they disappeared to the back. Trevor thought he saw a flash of light. Cassandra came back less than a minute later alone. Trevor gulped knowing that the flash was probably her SMOL device being used. He gagged as his chain was yanked forcefully. Brittany was moving and he was forced to follow.
The eyes of bar patrons glanced at him as he was forced to follow Brittany. He focused his eyes on her feet to try to ignore the stares. She suddenly stopped, which caused him to bump into her right calf. Courtney and Katrina were seated at a table above.
“Watch where you’re going, squirt.” Her voice came from above.
“Sorry.” He replied.
“I say just crush him already and get it over with.” Katrina spoke, seated above.
“I mean. I could. But that’s giving him an easy out. I’d rather see him when he’s old and wrinkly.” Brittany replied.
“Oh you’re no fun.” Katrina crossed her arms and fake pouted.
Trevor thought about being in Brittany’s service for that long. His mind did briefly wish for her to crush him if he lived that long.
“You all. Why are dudes so weird?” Cassandra’s voice came from behind.
Katrina looked at Cassandra while Brittany turned.
Cassandra held out her hand, “This dork just paid me $3,000 to SMOL him.” In Cassandra’s palm, the man Trevor saw her talking to earlier screamed and jumped. His voice transmitted to the ears of each of the women.
“Why’s he screaming for help?” Brittany asked.
“I think he realized that this would be more fun for me than him. Turns out getting shoved in a vagina is a bit more terrifying than one would think.” Cassandra looked down at the naked man who fell to his knees as he begged to be regrown. The only response was Cassandra dropping him between her breasts and silencing him with her cleavage.
“Hashtag Savage.” Katrina added after that moment.
“Anyway. I think I’m going to head home. I had a great night. See y’all tomorrow.” Cassandra hugged her friends and waved goodbye as she left the bar.
This left Courtney, Brittany, and Katrina at the table. Brittany stood towering above.
“You know. Generally, I love being the biggest, baddest, bitch in the room, but there are some downsides.” Brittany began. “I can only fly Vilecio’s jets. A lot of places have far too low ceilings. And...” she motioned around “Very few bars have seats that I fucking fit in.”
“Sucks to suck.” Katrina replied with a wink and stuck out her tongue.
“My feet are killing me.” Brittany groaned.
Trevor thought of the irony as he wondered how the humans acting as her insoles all night felt.
Ben inhaled the scent of Brittany’s sole as he struggled for breath. Her weight may have been spread out over the shoe and the other tinies, but it was still intense. He wondered how none of them had popped. He used to fantasize about rubbing Brittany all over his dick when they first started together, less than a year later he was being used as her butt-plug.
“Wanna go somewhere else?” Courtney asked her titanic boss.
“Naw. I think Cassandra had the right idea. We all gotta work tomorrow so I’ll just head home.” Brittany replied and stooped down. Trevor watched as she unbuckled her heels and slid them off. Her 6 human insoles all sighed in pleasure as the fresh air hit them. Brittany’s bare feet soon could be heard smacking the sidewalk as she walked home.
“Well that’s gross.” Katrina spoke to Courtney. “You gonna head out as well?” She asked the blonde.
“Unless you have any ideas of things to do?” Courtney replied.
"I can think of something.” Katrina replied with a mischievous grin.
The two women were soon in embrace on the floor of Katrina’s living room. Courtney breathed heavily as she looked up to Katrina who had mounted her and was holding her arms above her head.
“No. Please don’t” Courtney begged
“No mercy for my mean ol’ boss.” Katrina teased and then leaned in. She softly nibbled the left of Courtney’s neck and swirled her tongue on the skin as well.
“Oh...fuck...” Courtney moaned.
From their spot on a nearby coffee table; Kyle, Courtney Vance, and Amanda were forced to watch the two women fuck. Amanda knew Courtney saw her as nothing but an object to be used, but she still felt a slight pang of jealously as the woman she tried to escape took yet another thing she considered her own.
“You really need to let me take control more often.” Katrina spoke down to the helpless woman.
“Never. You’re lucky I don’t demote you for this. You’ve been looking down on me for too long.” Courtney replied.
Katrina thought about being forced to look up at Courtney every day and felt herself grow excited. She just exuded confidence to be respected.
“Fuck. No wonder Amanda threw herself at you.” Katrina added and then went in for another neck suckle.
Amanda felt herself blush as she thought back to being tricked by Courtney to become her little plaything.
The two moved into the bedroom and brought Courtney’s pets along to join.
Amanda was more than happy to perform acts for Courtney, but being used as a sex toy for Katrina absolutely broke her.
“NO PLEASE.” She screamed, but was no use as Courtney inserted her into Katrina’s soaked pussy.
Katrina closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as she felt Courtney’s fingers and Amanda’s tiny body moving inside her.
“YES PLEASE.” She shouted in response.
She returned the favor to her boss with her face between her legs. Her tongue was like magic as Courtney gyrated and angled it as she liked...
“How was that, Miss Hodges?” Katrina asked as she pulled her head back.
“Very. Very good girl.” Courtney teased the older woman. “Keep that up and Amanda may have herself a coworker.” She winked.
“Not if I have you as a toe ring first.” Katrina replied back.
Both women erupted into laughter...
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The next day, Courtney was in an intense meeting with Brittany. As such, she had forgotten Amanda in her office, which Katrina pounced upon.
“Hey girlie.” She coo’d as she towered above the tank in which Amanda was by herself. “Let’s catch-up.” She lifted Amanda from the case and set her on Courtney’s desk.
Amanda screamed, but was muted by Katrina who took a seat in Courtney’s chair and leaned back. Her bare feet were soon on the desk in front of Amanda.
“How about you do some TLC while we chat.” She wiggled her toes, her soles flexed and wrinkled at Amanda. “If I knew you had a thing for being dominated, I would’ve been far tougher before you left last time. I mean, instead of spouting off in meetings, you could’ve been sucking my toes.” Katrina teased as Amanda lapped at her heel. Katrina leaned back and continued to tease Amanda.
“It would’ve been great. You could’ve worn a little French maid outfit and polished all my awards and accolades. After a long day, you could’ve made me tea and rubbed my feet while I vented....” Katrina wiggled her toes some more as Amanda continued to lick her warm flesh. “But nope, you had to go and get cold feet. Come running down here.” Katrina signed and sunk into the chair. “Hell. If you worked hard enough, I may have even promoted you. But if you’re happy being Courtney's toe jam eater. I’m happy for you....