Outside the door was one of Lisa's oldest, most loyal and best clients; Sharon Armstrong.
Sharon had moved up here a few months after Lisa opened her shop, almost ten years ago. They had become friends through and through, with Sharon recommending Lisa to everyone who could afford it, and especially to those who could afford a mini, what Lisa referred to her shrunken men as. Although most women just used Slave or some variation. A few times, young men with names like James came in, and upon being told this information, would refer to the mini as their new 'Toe James." Lisa loved her customers.
Sharon however was far and away the most brutal woman with her slave Lisa had ever seen. Lisa had twice in her ten years owning the salon, seen Sharon come in when the shop opened, buy a mini, and come back a few hours later to talk, only to find the slave dead. A few times at Sharon's house, Lisa had seen the slaves drowning in her pool, screaming for mercy from their master, their owner, their god, pleading with them to save them so they could serve her more, Only for Sharon to watch with a smile and watch as the hope left their eyes and the terror dawned upon them; God had abandoned them.
On one very rare occasion when Sharon managed to keep a slave for a few weeks without killing it, Lisa had managed to get a hold of it and talk to it. She asked why did it love lisa or master as she had to say to it, to which it responded "Because god will punish me if i do not obey." And when I asked how she broke it, it looked at me with an aire of terror, like the sheer thought of what had happened would break it down. Moments later and that slave was reunited with its masters foot planting and crushing it down like dirt.
Lisa opened the door to let her friend in.
"Sharon!" she exclaimed.
"Lisa! I'm sorry I haven't been around. You know how it is with the girls." She said rolling her eyes and laughing.
"How are Shannon, Sara and Samantha?" Lisa asked.
"Great, Just got back from helping Shannon move in yesterday, Samantha and Sara start school soon."
"That's great. Make sure you tell them I said hi!" Lisa asked of her friend.
"Of course!" Sharon smiled.
"So what brings you in? You finally kill your slave? How long did it make it, a month?"
"No, he's alive, Shannon has him. She's a woman now, 18. She has every right to enjoy her own slave legally. I signed the thing over to her, he runs he goes to her now." Sharon smiled. "So what brings me in here as you may imagine is I am in the market for a new one. You have anything?"
"Yes!" Lisa grinned. Poor Charles. Of all the women he could have been sold to, he was sold to the equivalent of death incarnate for slaves. "I happen to have one actually, freshly shrunken."
"What luck. I need him too, It was so strange yesterday, on the way back, a six hour drive I was so bored, I had nothing to fiddle with at my feet."
"I bet, you've had one, either alive or dead at your feet for the better part of a decade now, right?"
"Yeah. So let's see the poor bastard. Bring him to momma." Sharon hid her accent pretty well actually. A few words however revealed she was a southern girl. Mississippi over half her life. But Lisa was thankful. Sharon brought in the salon millions a ear, and she herself gave probably close to 10K a year for slaves. And considering who she was gonna give her, this one was gonna be on the house.
Lisa pulled Charles' box right out of her pocket and went to the counter with Sharon in tow.
When he came To, all Charles knew was wherever he was, it was dark. It was dark and tight and he needed air desperately. He felt like he was choking. His mind raced. He strained his muscles, but there was no give in these walls. Damnit, If only he had spent time in the gym. Damn these noodle arms.
However soon he feels some shaking begin, and then quickly stop. He can hear some barely muddled voices outside his containing facility. like he knows they are there, but no idea what they are saying. All of this causes him to breath again, the burning now is almost unbearable.
But again, Charles spoke to soon. For in the moment he thinks that to himself, his prison opens, blinding him with light. After letting his eyes adjust, and sees the face of a mature woman. Red hair, like it was plucked by the angels off of a sunset and directly on her head. Her face was by most definitions normal, but because she is smiling at Charlie, her dimples are showing, and her teeth were the kind of white that can only be seen on or two times in life. Her emerald eyes in the shape of almonds bring charlie to his knees.
However what shakes him out of this reality is the voices. The beautiful red head is fine, very southern. But finally being able to stand up, Charles turns and sees a now monstrously big Lisa talking to the red headed woman, neither paying him any mind. He does yell up however, to try and help himself.
"Hey! Hey! What's going on?" He demands.
"You be quiet down there." As Charles turns a finger plows into him forcing the fresh air he had been enjoying out of his lungs. "Didn't you momma ever tell you it's rude to interrupt adults while they're talking."
"And who the fuck are you to tell me what the hell to do?" Charles asked with fury. Having just gotten his degree, his opinions of the world were idealistic, like everyone in america is deserving of rights. So as he saw it, this woman couldn't tell him what to do even if she were god on earth. And besides, all he had asked was what was going on at the time? He wanted to know if it involved him.
However, Charles did not understand the thoughts of these women nor how bad the timing on that outburst was. Sharon simply gave Charlie a stare that could cut Steel, sending a chill down his tiny spine, as if to say to him as "You are going to eat those words." Lisa meanwhile was laughing aloud.
"I have heard many slaves over the years say something like that little man. And I have never seen any of them again. I want to see how long it takes for you drop that premonition of equality. 'who the fuck are you?" Lisa meanwhile is having another laughing spell.
"How about you tell him who you are Sharon?" Lisa asked gathering herself.
"It" The woman said. "It is an It. It is not a person anymore Lisa." The woman named Sharon reached and grabbed a piece of paper . Taking a pen, and lifting it into Charles face, Sharon continued.
"And as of Right now I am your fucking owner." Sharon reached down and deposited Charles miniscule body onto her hand. As CHarles was looking at the landscape, Sharon balled her fist, absolutely crushing Charles. A moment later she opened her fist. The pain was unbearable, and Charles figured he should have died, but to his horror, he saw he was intact. In pain, but alive.
"Oh no." he said to himself. He looked up at Sharon, and a grin slowly curled on her face.
"P-please, what-whats's happening?" He pleaded.
"Ok Chucky boy, we'll be nice and explain it. So you know about minis right? Shrunken men?" Lisa asked.
"Y-yes. They shrink prisoners to commute sentences."
"Very good. However. Some years ago, a few working models got lost. As a way to boost business, I take in a few men off the street, shrink em down and done."
"B-b-but I didn't do anything... th-this is all illegal." Charles started.
"You would be right if the law said minis had rights honey. To bad for you, once you shrink, you are shit out of luck when looking for any." Charles looked at her horrified. "You ever wonder why you never see a single hobo in this town?" Lisa continued.
"And so now what happens is you live the rest of your life... however long or short that is, as my slave. When I say jump you do so. If i tell you lick my feet, and you stop, you will deal with the consequences. I'm your owner, your master, and you better understand that." Looking up Sharon directed the next statement at Lisa.
"I bet a week from now he will be calling me god."
"A week from now he's gonna be a stain on your foot." Lisa retorted. the women laughed. However Charles began to cry. This was not fair.
"Why! Why did you do this?!" He yelled. Lisa and Sharon looked at one another with odd faces.
"Kid I shrank you pretty much because I can. You told me everything about yourself. You even said you could disappear, nobody would notice." Lisa said.
"Alright, I have to go to work now." Sharon said. Lisa waved goodbye.
"Bye Sharon, see you Friday." SHaron went to a bench and sat down grinning at you. All hope at this point had fled you. You were on your own now. Just prey to a much older Souther woman.
Sharon pulled off her cowboy boots, these ones in particular were some of her favorites. She eyed her newest toy eagerly, taking pleasure seeing him give up, no more pleading or begging.
"You know had you not come here today, You would likely live a full, long, life. A family maybe? And now look at you. Size of a bug, now owned by a woman almost twice your age. I'm glad you met Lisa slave. Otherwise my toes would have been lonely. But now you're going to keep them company. Your job when i put you in here is to lick my toes. Do not stop. Massage my feet too. Do not stop or you will be punished. ANy questions?" SHe asked.
As Charles was about to protest, Sharon tilted her hand depositing Charles deep down the leather confines of the boot. it was 90 outside, and the smell hit hhim like a ton of bricks. the ground, rather the sole of the shoe was still slick with sweat. Looking up, Charles saw the light leave the boot, only able to see Sharons massive toes. He turns and runs as fast and hard as he can away toward the toe section.
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