When Angie came back home that day, she felt a bit weird. It was the first time in weeks that she hadn't brough anyone with her to class, so walking felt a little more uncomfortable than usual. But she couldn't help but wonder how her newfound slaves had been doing at home. She had left them tied to the bedpost at floor level, and had left one of her flats within their reach. She had ordered them to lick the inside clean before she came back, and had left Francesca in charge. It was the ultimate power trip: knowing that they were working for her despite the fact that she wasn't even in the same room. And then there was the fact that Francesca was free to roam the house in search for a way to escape, but she knew that her mind had been completely bent. She was her and her mom's loyal pet and nothing else, and she wanted the others to reach the same point.

When she entered her room, she was a bit thrilled. There was, of course, the chance that Francesca had tried to free the others from their restraints, but when she opened the door the sight was exactly how she had pictured it. Francesca was standing on the tip of her shoe, while she could see both ropes leading to the inside of it, and only one body was visible. The other was buried deeper in the tip of her shoe. "Princess!" Francesca welcomed her with a wide smile on her face, that even looked sincere. The only way she could have looked more like a dog would be if she had a tail to wag. She ran towards her, and after bending forward so she could reach the toes protruding from her sandals, she kissed them with passion. "Welcome back!" She said, trying her best to raise her head while keeping her hands on the floor.

"How have my pets been doing?" Angie asked, wiggling her toes in her sandals. "They have been very obedient, princess!" Francesca answered proudly, omitting the part where they had been begging her to free them, and even threatened her at some point. She was loyal to her masters, but she didn't want to get the girls in trouble. There would be time to keep them in line properly.

Alex and Christina emerged from the shoe. Angie was impressed that they really had been licking the whole time, although she suspected that Francesca hand't been completely sincere with her. "Meh, you did a lousy job" she said as she inspected the shoe. She hadn't expected anything different, but she loved to make them feel worthless. If she had actually wanted to clean her shoes, it would have taken her no more than a few minutes. The only reason why she'd kept them in there was because of how much she enjoyed controlling them, and she had to admit to herself that she did control them quite well. But the problem right now was that it made her horny. She coulnd't explain why, but having that much control over so many people made her feel something inside that a normal sexual relationship just couldn't satisfy. She looked at the box containing Lily, and then at her watch. Rose wouldn't be home for at least a few more hours, so there was no hurry, and she was getting hungry. She tapped Lily's box with her fingertip, and said softly "See you in a bit, Bunny".

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It was a really bad day to be stuck in the office. Rose usually ended her shift much earlier, but that day she was already on her second hour of overtime. Her position allowed her a great degree of freedom during regular days, but it also meant that she had a lot of responsibilities to fulfil in the most unexpected moments, and this really couldn't wait. The office was the last place she wanted to be, especially now that it was the last day of her deal with Angie and she had all the girls waiting for her at home. The mere thought of them all naked, stuffed up in her drawer, counting the hours before she came home to do whatever she wanted with them made her shiver with pleasure. She involuntarily pinched a bit harder with her left toes, provoking a small squeak of pain from the girl she was trampling under her foot. "Whoops, sorry tiny" she caressed her naked body, in an unconvinced effort to apologize to the human being that she was using like a stress ball while she worked.

She had brought two girls in her shoes again today, but after she had made sure that everybody had left her floor after closing time, she had decided to remove her expensive heels and keep her victims under her table, gently resting her feet on top of them. She found it extremely relaxing to play with their soft bodies while her mind was focused on her menial task, and after she had kept one girl for each foot for a while, she was now resting both feet on top of Cynthia, whose big tits had easily made her her favorite to step on. There was something in the way her breasts responded to her gentle trampling that the other girls just couldn't top. The other girl she had brought was actually Rebecca, who now couldn't believe the fact that she had been left alone for a while. She was sorry for poor Cynthia while she saw her buried under the uncaring titan, but the feeling of freedom after spending eight hours in a shoe was something she cherished dearly. She savored the air around her, now unfiltered by the powerful smell of the woman that had crushed her the whole day.

It took her some time to build the courage to stand up, and even more to be able to walk away a few steps. The giantess seemed entirely focused on her unfortunate friend to care about where she went, so she decided to explore the room in search of a possible escape route. She knew it was a matter of time before the woman decided to play with her. Rebecca looked around her, but Rose had made sure the only things within her reach would be either her bare feet or her shoes. The ventilation shaft was way too high for her, and even if she managed to reach it, she would have to find a way to open it. The door was shut closed, and there was apparently no way to slip under it. But it was the only possible way that she could realistically leave the room, so she decided to get closer to investigate.

Rose's task was sure unwelcome, but it was so mindless that it allowed her to daydream a bit. Her mind went to the night before, when after noticing that the skin of her heels was a bit dry, she had made all her girls lick them for about an hour. Not only having them all together on their hands and knees like tiny little dogs had been extremely satisfying to watch, but after the treatment, her heels felt silky and smooth like she had just came out of a beauty salon. While she wondered what she could make the girls do that night, frustrated that she had at least half an hour of work before she could leave, her eyes caught the tiny form of the girl who wasn't currently under her feet getting closer to the door that lead to the main floor. "Sure, go on" She teased. "I mean, opening that door shouldn't be too hard for you".

It was obvious that she was mocking her. At her size, it would have been literally impossible to even move the door an inch. That's why both women were shocked when, in a desperate attempt to get free, Rebecca pushed the immense door in front of her, and it, in fact, opened. The reason, of course, hadn't been her puny attempt at pushing it; it had been Brenda, who Rose hadn't realized had been working overtime as well, who had pulled from the other side. The unaware girl entered the room with a manila folder in her hand, asking who knows what kind of technical question to her boss. But in doing so, she stepped full weight on the poor girl on the ground, who screamed for her life when she saw the bottom of the girl's flat aiming straight for her.

She had somehow grown accustomed to spending time underneath people's feet, but something so violent and sudden had made her certain that she wouldn't survive the impact. She was wrong. It was exponentially worse than when she had been trampled under bare feet, but she wasn't hurt. However, her scream and the feeling of having stepped on something, had startled poor Brenda, who had literally jumped a little, in fear of having stepped on a mouse. When she regained her composture, she bent forward to inspect the tiny form at her feet, and despite every single one of her brain cells telling her it was impossible, she had to deal with the fact that she had stepped on an actual person.

"What... What's happening?" she asked, confused. Rose looked at her, unable to produce a believable excuse. She doubted she would ever be able to do so, even in a million years. Brenda reclutantly picked up the naked woman in her hands, her mind still trying to process what she was seeing. If anyone had told her what was happening, she would have deemed them crazy, but the figure moved too smoothly to be just a realistic doll. "I don't understand" she told her boss, but before Rose could speak, Rebecca found the courage to talk to her. "Help me! She kidnapped us! You have to get me out of here!" When she heard her talk, Brenda's eyes widened in even more shock. "Us?" she only managed to say, as if that was the important aspect of the sentence. But when she looked at her manager one more time, she was aiming some kind of a camera at her, then everything went blurry.

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