Tana heard a squeal of protest as she slipped her foot into her winter slipper. It was the same squeaking complaint she'd heard dozens of times before. She ignored it completely as her toes caught the tiny man's body and pushed him along the deep wooly fleece that lined her favorite, well-worn, leather winter slippers. His body disappeared into the slipper only moments before her own robin's egg blue toenails vanished into the fleece and leather. Even as his voice was silenced, Tana could feel her toes carry him into the deepest part of her slipper, losing their grip at the last moment and depositing him just beneath her toes as she pulled the slipper over her heel.

With her slippers donned, Tana threw herself back onto her bed and began scrolling through her apps. The foot that shared a slipper with her date was held aloft, gently bouncing up and down in the air as it rested, crossed over the other leg. Although this wasn’t her favorite part of acquiring new toys, that would come later, there was still something undeniably wonderful about feeling someone fight for their freedom against her teal painted toes, fight and utterly fail. She was only half-focused on the sensation, but every few moments his body would shift, and she’d clench or stretch her toes inside her slipper, reasserting her toes’ control over him.

Tana lost herself in her scrolling, and her idle toe torturing of the man who had, at the start of the night, been taller than her and some short time ago, been under her as she rode him. Tana only snapped out of her scrolling when her phone alerted her to its low battery. After sitting back up and connecting her phone back to the charger, Tana crossed her legs and pulled the foot containing her date up over her opposite thigh.

She pulled at the heel of the slipper and it slid off without too much resistance. Tana was careful to make sure that the toe of the slipper stayed down, and that her captive wouldn’t tumble out before she was ready. The heat coming from her freshly released skin and the smell coming from the slipper suggested she may have allowed too long to pass, but she was confident that she could still feel him moving prior to taking off the slipper.

“Hello in there.” She called into the footwear. “Are you ready to obey now?”

Tana didn’t wait for a response, she turned the slipper over in front of her and allowed the tiny man to haphazardly tumble free, onto her bed’s comforter. Tana smiled at his condition, and her concerns about being overzealous with his first time in her slipper faded. Although he looked so much worse, covered in her foot sweat, red skinned from either the heat or being played with by her toes, panting with exhaustion, and visible streaks of tears running down his face, he was still very much alive, if very less active than when she’d entrapped him inside.

“So, how about it?” Tana asked. “Are you ready to be a good, little toy and obey me?”

“Change me back!” The shrunken man screamed, although to Tana it wasn’t much of a scream. “I’m done! I want out! Change me back right now!”

“Hmmm...” Tana mused with a patronizing tone. “No."

Tana loved the look on his face as she flat out denied him.

"And besides, that’s the wrong response. That means you get to spend more time with Righty here.” Tana said.

Tana held her bare foot over the shrunken man, causing him to squirm as he tried in vain to get away from it. Tana savored the expression of horror on his face as she wriggled her toes above him, her foot eclipsing his view and many times him in length. The shrinking spell was never very precise, but this time it had reduced a man that had to have been near six and a half feet down to, at most, two inches. She’d have time to properly measure him later, but if she was right, that meant that he was, at most, just under one-fifth as tall as her foot was long.

“You can’t do this!” He screamed, while trying hopelessly to scramble over the comforter.

“Oh, I very much can, and I’m going to.” Tana replied.

She dropped her foot down, her toes trapping the little man under them.

“But since you don’t seem to comprehend your new lot in life, let me spell it out for you.” Tana said. She couldn’t help her jovial tone. “You belong to me now. You are my toy, a thing for me to use and abuse however I see fit. I require perfect, unflinching obedience from my toys. If I tell you to lie down under my foot so I can crush you, you need to ask me if I want you face up or face down. If I tell you to climb into my mouth so I can eat you, you need to ask me if I want you raw or flavored. If I tell you to hold onto the side of a buttplug so I can bury you inside of me for the rest of your short life, I expect you to ask me which one.”

After flexing her toes, just a bit, Tana lifted her foot off the tiny man and scooped him up in her hand quickly. She hovered him over the opening to the same slipper.

“You don’t actually get a choice anymore.” She said to the man on her palm. “But right now, I am giving you the option of submitting completely to me now, or extending out the process of breaking you.”

She dropped him into the slipper and tilted it, sending him back into the toe-section of the slipper. Held up, she could smell that the slipper had not had a chance to dry, or cool, or dissipate any of the stench of her unwashed foot being wrapped in its fleece-lined grip.

“Now, I’d suggest you make up your mind this time.” Tana said toward the opening of the shoe. “I’m going to binge a new show, and you’re not coming out this time until the season break. If you’re ready to be an obedient little toy then, you can spend the rest of the night in a jar. If I detect any hint of disobedience from you, you’ll keep my foot company until morning.”

There was some kind of sound coming from inside the slipper, but Tana couldn’t tell if it was words or simply wailing, either way it didn’t stop her from slipping her foot, light blue painted toes first, into the slipper. The slipper felt good as she pulled onto her heel again. Unlike last time, she devoted some manner of attention to the man at her toes, vigorously squeezing him and pushing him around the toe of the slipper. She leaned back in her bed and flicked the television on with her remote, her streaming service came up by default. She tucked her legs under her sheets, blanket, and comforter, and rested against her pillow.

“Oh, twenty six episodes.” She said, squeezing the little man under her toes. “This should be good!”