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As the camera rolls, you find yourself walking into a mid-century modern office, the low hum of vintage charm buzzing through the air. Behind a sprawling desk sits Lydia Vengeance, the epitome of retro glamour in a black and tiger print dress that hugs her curves like a second skin. She's the boss, the queen bee, and you're the latest applicant for her assistant position. The room is thick with anticipation, the smell of old wood and the faint perfume of her scent filling your nostrils.
Lydia's eyes, sharp and calculating, watch you as you sit. Her voice, a sultry purr, fills the room. "Hi there. Come on in and take a seat. Welcome." Her lips curve into a smile, but it's not the kind that reaches her eyes. "So glad that you're joining me for this interview today. So I desperately need a new assistant." Her fingers, tipped with red nails, drum against the desk. "Sure you saw some of the job requirements. It's a very high demand office. A lot of responsibilities. So I need someone that can really be like my right hand man. My assistant needs to be someone that is by my side at all times, completely at my whim. It's a lot of responsibility."
She leans forward, her eyes glinting like a predator's. "Do you think that's something you can do?" Her question hangs in the air, a challenge. "Great. Do you have any experience being an assistant before? "
You shake your head, a small, timid movement. "No."
Her smile widens, cat-like. "Well, since it's your first time, I don't mind doing some of the training. Because being inexperienced is not your fault." She stands, her heels clicking against the floor as she walks around the desk. "But I need an assistant that is professional and ready to obey and listen. Like I need someone who's really obedient and understands that I am the superior power here in this office."
Her voice hardens, the sweetness evaporating. "And that by being my assistant, it means you have to obey my every whim without question. You have to be completely subservient to me, to understand as my assistant, your value is based on how valuable you are to me. Which means that you are nothing without me. You have no job, no future. But here you could really be somebody. But it's based on what I decide."
She looms over you, her presence overwhelming. "And right now you look so small compared to me. Here I am, this big important boss of a huge company. And you're just a worm. I think understanding your place in society and in this job will make you actually worth something to me. Because you see, I can't trust a man to just do his own thing. I need to make sure that you're completely dependent on me, that you need me, as much as I need you to help me out. But on my terms, see how it's making you feel so small. How it's shrinking you down to the minuscule little thing that you are. Good. Even smaller."
Her voice is a whisper now, a spell being cast. "There you go. I think you were so transfixed by my little speech. You didn't even realize that you shrunk right before my very eyes." She laughs, a sound like distant thunder. "So my favorite part of the interview is watching the sheer intimidation shrink you down to exactly the size you should be. Perfect size to worship me and serve me. Because your real job as my assistant is not to do any real work. I'm doing the work. I have the brains here. What I need is a little subservient little minion to take care of my needs. Like worshiping my feet like the true goddess I am. Because if you don't, I'll crush you. So let's see if you pass the rest of the interview and you're worthy. Because if you don't, I'll crush you right now. But if you're a good boy and worship my feet and the other parts of me, maybe I'll keep you around. I'm going to go ahead and put my shoes in my employ for as long as I want."
She slides her foot out of her heel, the black patent leather gleaming under the office lights. "Go ahead and kiss the shoes. Kiss them real nice." Her voice is a command, a whip crack. You shrink further, the fabric of your clothes swallowing you as you drop to your knees. "Good. You're so small. I could crush you with a big toe if I wanted to. Go on. Keep kissing."
Her laughter echoes through the room as you press your lips to her shoe, the leather cool against your skin. "I can make you even smaller, you know. I can make you so small, you're just like a grain of rice. I need you at least a size where I can use you for things. If you're that small, I won't even feel you actually worshiping my feet."
She slides her foot back into her shoe, the heel clicking against the floor. "And the heel too. Come on. Suck on that heel. Lick it real good." Her voice is a dark melody, a song of control and domination. You obey, your tiny form trembling as you lick the heel of her shoe. "There we go. Very good. You'll need to know my body so well you could climb from toe to tit blindfolded."
Her smile is sharp and dangerous. "Let's get the other one. Come on now. Be a good boy and worship these perfect feet." Her voice is a silk rope, binding you to her will. "That's your job as my new assistant. Consider this a trial shift. And if you pass, you live. And if you fail or disappoint me, I'll crush you like a bug. So what's it gonna be, little guy? "
Her eyes flash, a storm on the horizon. "Gonna be a good boy and worship these feet. Because I need you to worship my whole body. We're just starting from the ground up. There you go. Lick them. Look all this foot. And you're like barely the size of a big toe. These feet must look huge to you right now."
She laughs, a sound like shattering glass. "Very good. Wow, you really are so tiny compared to me. I wonder how big my ass looks. Probably the biggest ass you've ever seen. I bet there's so many things you want to do to it. But right now I want you to just kiss my ass. Like you know how they tell you to kiss your boss's ass? Well I'm your boss now. And so you have to kiss my ass."
Her voice is a velvet glove, soft but unyielding. "That's a good boy. Go ahead and kiss it. Yeah, kiss it." Her laughter is a symphony of darkness, a melody of power. "Very good. Mmm. What else should I do with you? You're so tiny. I love how you got so small. I wonder what you taste like."
She reaches down, her fingers pinching your tiny form. "Mmm. Kind of salty. Like some fear in there. You know, I have some very long days sometimes with not much time to eat. So the fact that you're tasty might be your downfall. Because I ever forget a granola bar. I'll just eat you instead. Maybe I'll dip you in some tahini with some spice. Mmm."
Her eyes gleam with malice. "Now part of the shift will be coming around with me everywhere. I could put you in my purse. Could maybe put you in my chest. This dress is really tight though. I don't even know how to fit you in here. Actually, I have to shrink you down even more to fit you in this like tight, tight dress."
She grins, her teeth gleaming like a wolf's. "I don't know. See, we're going to fit you in here. Oh, just barely. You barely fit in there. Though I'm not against shrinking you maybe a little bit more for my needs. It's not really about what you want. It's about what I need. And I need someone small enough to fit right in the chest. Right in my titties. Right there. Mmm hmm. Go ahead and kiss them while you're in there. Give them a kiss. Go on. Give them a nice little kiss."
Her voice is a whirlwind, sweeping you up in her commands. "Mmm. And the one thing you can't do is run away. If you try to leave and they always think they can escape, I'm telling you right now, if you run, I will chase you, I will crush you, and you will be no more. So don't even think about it. So at the end of this trial, I'm going to put you in my purse and take you home with me. For some more training, because I forgot to mention that being my assistant is a full-time job, which means you worship me at work. You worship me at home. You worship me even when I'm resting, if I want you to."
Her eyes are twin infernos, burning with intensity. "You rest when I tell you, you eat when I tell you. Or you perish, you disappoint me. I'm with no other job experience. What worth are you to anyone else? I'm your only chance at a reason to exist. And you exist now to serve me. Remember, at any point, I could just crush you with my perfect ass. Mmm hmm. Go ahead and worship. Give it a nice little kiss. Mmm hmm. There you go. Very good. This perfect ass could be your downfall."
She laughs, a sound like an avalanche. "Also, if I get bored at work, and I often do, I'll just put you right there in my panties and let you around. I can just drive around on my pussy, because a little bit of afternoon delight is really the best way to have your lunch break. And I love coming on my lunch break. And I hate to do it myself, because I'm too busy. In fact, I could be multitasking getting work done while you're getting work done right there. I'll just place you right in the panties. And you can ride around and use your whole body to wiggle until I come."
Her smile is a razor, cutting through any resistance. "And if I soak you in the cum, oh well, I'll get a new assistant. Unfortunately, that's how the last one went. So I just came so hard and I soaked him. Oopsie. So I hope you know how to hold your breath, because you're going to need it. Especially when I put you there. Right in here. Every lunch break, like clockwork, I crave it. You've got to go right in here. And then all you got to do is just ride around, ride around, and grind. Mm-hmm."
She moans, a sound like distant thunder. "Mm, you know what? I think I might just take you home with me, but I forgot my purse, so I'll just put you right in here. And feel free to do some work and impress me. I'll definitely feel it if you're doing it right."
The world shifts as she stands, her body a landscape of curves and danger. "Mm, sorry for the rough trip back to my place, but I'm glad you survived, because I'm not done having my fun with you. It's been a long time since I've had a good assistant. The last one met an untimely end, so I'm a bit pent up and really eager to just let loose and have fun with my new little toy."
Her eyes gleam with wicked delight. "Mm, do you like my outfit? So my little straps where I can just put you right there and carry you around. Mm, I love having a tiny little plaything right here in my hands. Completely at my mercy."
She drops you into her cleavage, the soft, warm flesh enveloping you. "Mm-hmm. I can put you right here in my bra. There you go. Mm-hmm. Squeeze in between these perfect titties. Feels good in there, doesn't it? Nice and warm. Go ahead and wiggle around a little bit. Ooh. You gotta keep moving for me to feel something, because you're just so small. So, so tiny. But it makes my tits look bigger, so I don't really mind. Mm."
Her voice is a dark lullaby, soothing and sinister. "Make your way down the body. Mm. That's right. Climb your way around me. I like feeling those tiny little legs. Time to find out where to go. Mm, so tasty. Nice, too. Mm. So my favorite part is getting the taste in my mouth. Mm. You are really tasty. It's gonna be hard not to eat you. Trying to resist. I wanna make this one last, but I don't know if I can. It's tough to resist. Oh, I got some on you there. Much better."
Her laughter is a storm, wild and untamed. "Now, I didn't get to finish earlier, and I think you can do a lot more for me. Mm-hmm. There you go. Right up there. Want to worship my perfect ass. Kisses, licks. That's right. Mm-hmm. Really get in there. Mm. That's a good little tiny thing."
Her moans fill the air, a symphony of pleasure and pain. "Uh-huh. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Climb your way up. You gotta get to know my body. Mm. Though I won't drop you unless you upset me, then who knows what's gonna happen. Mm. Now, I want you to really use all of your limbs to wiggle around so I can really feel you on my pussy, because you're tiny. You're so small. You do a lot for me to actually feel you."
Her voice is a whip, driving you on. "Mm. There you go. Mm. I can feel you even through the panties. Mm-hmm. Now, I'm gonna put you in my panties, and I want you to work your hardest to make me come. Okay? That's good. Mm-hmm. Yeah. There you go. Mm-hmm. Yeah. Oh. That's right. Uh-huh. That's what I want. Keep moving, keep moving."
Her breath hitches, her body trembling with desire. "You're just about the size of my clits, so you can feel it. You can find it. You're right on it. Uh-huh. Now, I want you to jump up and down really, really fast, like a vibrator. Just keep jumping. Keep jumping and jumping. Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep jumping. Keep jumping. Mm-hmm. Oh, my God. That's so good. I'm starting to keep bouncing. Mm-hmm."
Her moans are a wildfire, consuming everything in their path. "Oh. Oh. Yeah, keep going. Keep going. Oh, my gosh. Oh. Mm-hmm. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, that's amazing. Ah. Mm-hmm. More, more, more, more. Uh-huh. Keep jumping. Keep jumping and jumping and licking and jumping and licking. Use every part of your body. Oh, yes. Oh, it's so close. So close. Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh."
Her body convulses, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh, my God. That feels so good. It's like a little human vibrator when you do that. It's my favorite. You guys do a lot of cardio to keep up with that. Now I got to taste you because my cum is like all over you. I'm going to lick it up. Oh, my God. I taste so good on you. Oh, that's so tasty. Oh, yes. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh."
Her laughter is a symphony of darkness, a melody of power and control. "Uh-huh. I need to keep you around for more. I need a couple more rounds before I let you rest. But I guess I'll let you regain your strength because you're never going to get much rest with me. You're my permanent assistant until I'm ready to dispose of you so you better behave. Or I'll eat you. I'll put you right back in here for safekeeping."
Keywords Lydia Vengeance, POV, Media Impact, Shrinking, Feet, Mouth, Ass, Shoes, Boss Shrinks You, Erotic, Human Dildo
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