The Dominatrix

When I found an ad for a dominatrix that offered a giantess package, I knew I had to go to her. I've always had this fantasy of being shrunk and getting squeezed in a pair of breasts, or sat on by a beautiful woman. I also wanted to be eaten, but at the same time, the thought scared the hell out of me. I went to her website to fill out an application. It basically asked what you're into, what kind of domination you want and other questions based around figuring out what the best matched service is. I filled it out and made my appointment. The day came and I was beyond excited! I couldn't wait to be crushed by some boobs, suck on, sat on, this was going to be amazing! I showed up and when she opened the door and I saw her for the first time, she completely took my breath away. I had seen plenty of pictures of her, but she was even more beautiful in person. She invited me in and gave me a seat. "So what exactly do you want to experience today?" She asked me. "Well," I responded, "You have amazing breasts and I would love to get stuck between them! Or even crushed under your amazing ass. I've heard when you're shrunk it makes you pretty much invincible, is that really true?" "Absolutely! I could stomp on you as hard as I could as many times as I want and still not crush you!" "That reminds me, I have this thing about feet. I can't stand them. They disgust me beyond belief, so could we not do any foot stuff please?" "Absolutely! Whatever your pleasure is, I'm here to please. So do you think you're just about ready?" "Yea, but just one last question, how long does this experience last?" "All sessions are charged by the hour, so whenever you're ready to stop let me know and I'll grow you back." "I can only afford 3 hours, but I'm not sure how long I'll be able to handle it. Could you maybe just ask me at the end of every hour?" "You got it sweety. You ready?" "Hell yea! Lets do this!" She grabbed her shrink ray off her table and blasted me with it. She came over, picked me up, and set me on the table. I waited excited, wondering what she was planning on doing first. I watched as she reached down and started to take off her boots. Seconds after her first foot came out I was hit with the foul odor of her feet. Now I'll say, I can't stand the smell of feet at full size, and at my new size, unbearable isn't a strong enough word to describe the odor that was leaking out of her boot and off her foot. She removed the second boot and the smell got even thicker around me. She pushed me back away from the edge of the table and proceeded to place both feet directly in front of me. I thought they smelled bad on the floor, up close in person I felt like I was being subjected to tear gas. I couldn't breath, my eyes were watering, it was far to much. I pushed away in disgust. "What are you doing?" I yelled to her "I told you, I can't stand feet! Please get these things away from me!" She started laughing. "Do you really think I give a shit about what you want?" She laughed some more. "So here's the deal. I've looked into you. You're the loner type. No friends, no close family, essentially you're all alone. That means no one will miss you if you stay this way, which is my exact intention. I don't care about the money. I've been wanting to keep a tiny to torture for quite some time now, but all of my other clients  would've been looked into if they went missing, so I couldn't keep any of them. But you, you're mine forever!" "NO! PLEASE! Just grow me back, I'll give you whatever your want, please!" "You really don't get it do you? This is exactly what I want. I want you as you are, forever! So why don't you be a good pet and lick my feet!" She pushed her feet closer to me and I pushed away again. In a flash her hand swooped across the table and tossed me down to the floor. She raised her foot above me. "Look how small and pathetic you are!" She said with a laugh. I know you don't like my feet now, but you'll learn to love them. But until then, it's time to teach you a lesson for your disobedience." Even faster than her hand swept me to the floor, her foot came crashing down on me. She ground me into the carpet for a few seconds. When she finished, she sat on the floor, never taking her foot off me. She started to raise her foot off me, but I saw her other foot coming over. She pinched me between her feet and began dragging me all over her foot. I could feel a thick layer of dry sweat, covering my body like a horrid toxic sludge. She kept this up for a few minutes, and I was extremely grateful when she opened her feet and let me drop to the floor. "So are you ready to start licking my feet now?" She asked. "Please stop!" I yelled back "I can't take this, this is far too much for me! I'll never be able to lick your feet!" Wrong answer. She scooped me up and carried me off to her bedroom. She opened her closet, pulled out a gym bag and opened it. The smell that emitted from it after it was over was even worse that when she took her boots off. She dug into her bag and pulled out her very well worn gym sneakers. She set them on the floor and stuck her hand into one, pulling out the nastiest looking and smelling sock I had ever seen. She proceeded to pull her other sock from her other shoe and put it on. "Maybe a week in my gym socks and shoes will teach you obedience!" "What!? No plea-." She dropped me into her sock. The horrid smell of her feet surrounded me and seemed to swallow me whole. Without even giving me a second to fully comprehend what she had just done, she started to lower her toes in. "NO! NO! NO! PLEASE!" My cries where silenced as her toes overtook me. When her foot was fully in she quickly adjusted me and then pulled her sock tight to keep me there. I was on my back with my face directly under her toes. I had officially entered hell, or so I thought. I could feel her foot dropping and landing on the ball of her foot, crushing my chest into a soft floor. I felt myself being drug across the floor until her foot was completely down. I few seconds later I felt her foot lift up again, but my body was still being crushed into the floor. Then it hit me, I was in her shoe! I opened my mouth to cry out and immediately regretted it. As she took her first step, the ball of her foot rolled over my head and pressed my face deep into the flesh in between her toes. By the time she lifted her foot of my, my face was completely stuck to her foot, and because I tried to scream, my mouth was stuck wide open. With every step she took, she forced sweat and toe jam down my throat. The taste.. Oh my god the taste! I wished so badly that death would take me, but I would have no such luck. For the whole next week to come, she never took off her socks or shoes. I don't know how she bathed, or was comfortable enough to sleep with her shoes on. Her feet had to feel absolutely disgusting, because they absolutely were. I couldn't believe it didn't bother her. I was filled with so much excitement when she finally removed her shoe. The cool air blowing on the sock and slightly through its thick fibers felt wonderful. "Now sniff my socks," she commanded, "that's all you get for today." I was so confused until I felt something start pushing into me, followed by a strung rush of air. Then I realized, she was working! She was making someone smell the socks I was trapped in! One breath, that's it, one, and he pulled back and started coughing. "Wow Goddess," I heard a male voice say, "I'm so grateful, but your feet are far to strong for me." I was once again crushed under foot as she stood up. I felt a heavy thud on the floor and after a few steps she lifted me and when she set her foot back down I knew exactly where I was. She was digging her foot into this mans face, with her toes directly over his nose. I could feel him struggle and fight to break free from her foot as he coughed in agony. She laughed and pressed harder. If this man couldn't handle her feet at full size when he's in to that kind of thing, imagine the hell I was going through! When she finally stopped I almost cried as I felt myself sliding back into her shoe. Once crushed inside, I could no longer hear what was going on in the outside world. A few hours later she removed her foot again and sat down. I was up in the air, being held to her foot by her sock and sweat. She started coughing. "Wow!" She said "These socks do smell pretty awful. I need to put these things away, I don't want to smell them anymore. She peeled off the sock I was in and I found that I was still stuck firmly to her foot. She laughed as she peeled me off and dropped me to the floor. "So what do you say little guy, are you ready to be a good little toy and lick my feet clean?" I knew I had no choice. I knew hesitation would be just as bad as asking to be freed. I was now in full comprehension of my new life. This was it whether I liked it or not. I made haste to her foot and started to lick at the base of her toes. She wrapped her toes around my head, and although my instincts told me to fight it, I maintained control and just kept doing my job. This was absolutely disgusting, but I knew whatever the alternative was, it would be far worse than this, and I knew for certain that I never wanted to go back in those socks or shoes ever again, so I made absolute sure not to upset her. From that day forward I was the best, most obedient pet that I could be. I still got stuck in her socks and shoes for her gym sessions, but that was the only time she put me in those. Of course, I still had to lick her feet clean after, but at least I didn't have to stay in there for more than a few hours at a time. My life is pathetic, and she makes sure to remind me all the time. I get no food or water. I eat the filth off her foot and drink her sweat as it pours out of her foot. It took a long time, but in the end she was right, I did love her feet. They had become my whole world and all I really knew anymore...