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Andrea by Unknown
« on: February 19, 2016, 04:28:03 AM »
F/m; shrink; D/s; foot; breathplay; reluct; X

High school, such a dreaded period for many teenagers, but not Andrea.

Andrea is a beautiful brown haired, Spanish girl with great tanned skin and a smile that could make hearts melt. She literally had the world at her feet, as we will soon discover.

"Hurry up, were almost out of time", Andrea angrily whispered, seemingly to herself.

"I’m doing the best I can!" came anguished the reply over her tiny ear speaker.

Advanced Trigonometry was not an easy subject for anyone. Andrea could not even read the problems, much less decipher them.

Her teachers were constantly amazed. "How do you do it? You never take notes, yet you maintain straight A’s."

Andrea always smiled, "Just natural I guess". They didn’t know her secret.

"The answer is the square root of 12.43!" came the excited voice.

Andrea quickly jotted it down.

Just in time too. The bell rang 25 seconds later and Mr. Wong collected the tests. Andrea gathered her books and rushed out of the classroom to her car. School was over for the day.

Andrea unbuttoned the top button of her shirt once inside her car. Behind the lapel she retrieved a small pouch. She placed the pouch on the seat next to her.

"Come out", she hissed angrily.

A tiny figure came out of the opening.

Andrea concentrated and the figure grew to 4”. It was a man.

"How dare you almost humiliate me like that?"

The man spoke into his wireless head set, of which there was a receiver in Andrea’s ear. "I am so sorry your highness, my calculator was malfunctioning and I could not work any faster".

"Take off that ridiculous head set! I can hear you just fine at your size."

The man did so.

"You will be punished when I get home."

The man just sat in silence. He remembered this girl coming into his office at the university. "Are you the one who wrote these great math books?"

" Why yes young lady. Do you enjoy mathematics?"

" Yeah, but I’ll leave the math to mathematicians." With that, she closed her eyes and the maths professor was no more. He was still standing, but now he was about three inches tall staring up at this towering young goddess. He passed out from shock. With little ado, she reached down, plucked him up, and put him in her purse.

Her car pulled into the driveway. He knew they were home and he was dreading her punishment. He had received many since that day at his office, but quite infrequently lately, as he knew the things that upset her and tried to avoid them.

She took him upstairs to her room, saying Hi to her mom on the way by.

"Hi Andrea, how was your test?"

"Fine mom, I’ll be in my room, there’s something I gotta do."

"Ok Andrea, dinner will be ready at six. We're having Italian tonight."

"Sounds great Mom, I’ll be down later."

She put her little puppet on the floor in front of her bed, sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs so her one foot was directly in front and over him. She looked at him and he started to grow. He was now about 12 inches tall. He went down to his knees and started crying.

"Please your highness, it was not my fault. My calculator was not working. I had to..."

"SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear your excuses. Take off my shoes NOW."

Andrea was wearing her white Nikes, white socks, blue jeans, and the button down shirt.

"Yes your highness," came the sobbering response.

He struggled, but he was able to untie the laces and pull off the shoe from the crossed leg.

"Now the sock!" she ordered.

Andrea was pleased with herself. Here was a 50 year old, ex university professor, who was now taking her dirty sock off of her warm foot. She enjoyed demeaning him, as she enjoyed demeaning all her subjects. The more important they were in their former lives, the more she enjoyed their humiliation. Manual labor was not this man’s forte, but under her control, his forte was whatever she wanted it to be.

"You may kiss the royal foot", Andrea said as she looked coolly down at him.

"Yes princess Andrea." He put his mouth and lips to the warm flesh of her foot. It did not stink, but there was an obvious foot aroma emanating. He could taste it in his mouth as it filled all of his senses.

Andrea smiled. She never tired of this feeling. Complete, utter, absolute control over a human being. She reveled in this feeling of power.

Andrea snapped her fingers, "Get under my foot and lick the bottom of my foot."

She liked the sound of that. She liked snapping her little fingers, it was so demeaning.

"Where do you rank in my world my little professor?"

"I am lower than the bottom of your foot!" came the muffled response. "The sweat that I am licking from your soles is more valuable than me because it came from your body."

Andrea giggled. "That’s right, you are just an object to me. I own you like I own my shoes. The dust on my feet is equal to you, do you understand that?"

With that she lowered her foot and knocked him down. He laid flat on the floor. She lowered her foot so that the middle of her foot was right on his face. She pressed down a little and he could not breath. She held him there for a minute than lifted her foot.

She heard him gasping for air and laughed. "Are you going to behave from now on?"

"Yes your highness, I will not fail you again."

"We’ll see." Andrea uncrossed her leg and crossed over her other leg. "You know what to do."

He did. "Yes your highness." He proceeded to remove her other shoe.

"Now my moist sock."

"Yes princess Andrea."

She was a princess, and one of her subjects was toiling away with her used sock.

"You may now kiss this royal foot."

"Thank you highness."

Andrea smiled, he was thanking her for the privilege of touching her dirty foot.

"Now the bottom. Make sure you lick all the lint off!"

"Yes your highness."

After a few minutes she again pushed him down with her foot. Again she smashed his face with her sole so he could not breath. Andrea pressed down for a minute at a time and released for two seconds and repeated. This went on for about ten minutes. It was shear torture for the professor. He was deprived of oxygen and only allowed to breathe for what seemed a split second. To him, the torture seemed to last for an hour. He finally blacked out.

Andrea stopped when she no longer heard him gasping for air. He came to after a minute.

"So, you see what happens when I get upset, I won’t put up with your crap. If you cannot serve me properly, I will just replace you. Do you understand?"

He was crying now. "Yes your highness, yes, I do understand."

He knelt at her foot sobbing and kissing her toes repeatedly. "I’m so sorry your highness," he said over and over.

Andrea sat with a smug look on her face. This little slave belongs to me mind, body, and soul she thought.

She looked down and just enjoyed the moment. The little professor just kept kissing.

 

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