Attitude Adjustment 2
The boss lady, a confident and powerful figure in the office, calls him in. He nervously enters her office, unsure of what awaits him. As he walks in, he can sense the tension in the air - something is definitely not right.
She's on the phone when he first enters, but she hangs up after a few moments and motions for him to sit down. He obeys, his heart racing as he takes a seat across from her.
She looks at him intently, her gaze piercing through him. "I want you to know that you've been nothing but a disappointment around here," she says coolly.
His mind races as he tries to defend himself, but she cuts him off before he can even get a word in. "Save it," she snaps. "I've heard all about your behavior from the other women in the office, and quite frankly, it's disgusting."
He starts to protest, but she holds up a hand to silence him. "Look," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I don't want to hear anything you have to say. All I know is that your work has been slipping lately, and that's enough for me."
He sputters indignantly, but she just stares at him, unblinking. Suddenly, he realizes what she's getting at - she's blaming him for things he didn't do, using him as a scapegoat to cover up for her own mistakes.
"But I didn't do anything wrong!" he cries, desperation creeping into his voice.
She leans back in her chair, a smug smile playing on her lips. "That's where you're wrong," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "You see, when you signed that employee agreement..."
He tunes her out, his mind whirling with panic. He knows what's coming next - she's going to use some technicality in the contract to fire him. But he can't believe it - he's never done anything to deserve this!
She pulls out a remote control and presses a few buttons. He feels a strange tingling sensation spread through his body, like ants crawling under his skin. She stands up and looks down at him, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Well, aren't you a big boy now?" she says, chuckling.
He looks down at himself, horror dawning on his face. His body is changing - he's shrinking! He can feel himself getting smaller with every passing moment, his clothes feeling tighter and tighter around him.
"What are you doing to me?" he cries, his voice cracking with fear.
She just smirks, her eyes darkening with pleasure. "Oh, this?" she says, waving the remote around. "This is called a 're-adjustment', and believe me, you're going to love it."
With every word, she presses another button on the remote, and he keeps shrinking - six inches, five inches...he can't even see himself anymore. He feels like he's disappearing into nothingness, a tiny insignificant speck on the floor.
She finally reaches down and picks him up, her fingers wrapping around him like a vice grip. He feels so small, so powerless in her grasp. She holds him up to her face, her lips curling into a sneer.
"Goodbye, little boy," she says, her voice dripping with venom. "It's been real."
With that, she throws him onto the floor, and he lands with a soft thud. He looks up at her, his eyes wide with terror, but she just stares down at him, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
He tries to run away, but she just laughs and stomps her foot, making him stop in his tracks. She grabs him by the neck of his shirt and yanks him back, her eyes burning into him.
"You really think you can escape me, huh?" she says, her voice dripping with contempt.
She picks him up off the floor, her fingers digging into his skin. She places him on her desk, his tiny body trembling with fear.
"Now, let's get started with your training," she says, her voice cold and emotionless.
She grabs his clothes and tears them off of him, leaving him naked and exposed. He whimpers, his body trembling with fear. She leans down and whispers in his ear, her hot breath making him shiver.
"This is what happens to boys who don't listen," she says, her voice dripping with menace.
She stands up and walks around her desk, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor. He looks up at her, his heart racing in his chest.
"First things first," she says, her voice echoing in the room. "You're going to learn to worship my feet."
She reaches down and picks him up with her index finger, holding him up in front of her face. She gently places him between her ankles, his tiny body pressed against her soft skin.
She starts to rub her feet against him, her heels grinding against his body. He whimpers in pain, but she just laughs and continues, her feet moving faster and faster.
She spends hours making him rub and worship her feet, her heels digging into his skin, leaving deep bruises. He tries to resist, but she just squeezes him harder, her grip tightening around him.
Finally, she tires of this game and picks him up again. She smirks down at him, her teeth gleaming in the dim light.
"Next," she says, her voice low and menacing. "You're going to make me feel good."
She sits down on the floor and spreads her legs wide, her skirt hiked up around her hips. She places him between her thighs, his body pressed against her panty-clad crotch.
She starts to grind against him, her hips moving up and down, her breathing getting heavier. He feels her wetness against his skin, her desire for him burning hot.
She moans loudly, her whole body shaking with pleasure. He can feel her climax building, her muscles tightening around him. And then, she finally does it - she orgasms, her body shuddering with pleasure.
She collapses back onto the floor, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. She looks down at him, her eyes dark and empty.
"That was fun," she says, her voice cold and emotionless. "But we're just getting started."
With that, she stands up and walks over to her desk. She picks up a small cage and smiles, her lips curling into a sneer.
"Welcome to your new home, little one," she says, her voice dripping with cruelty.
She opens the cage and places him inside, locking it shut with a small key. She sets the cage on her desk, her eyes never leaving him.
"I'm going to have so much fun with you," she says, her voice low and menacing. "And believe me, the training will only get harder from here."
She walks around her desk, her heels clicking against the floor. She leans down and picks up the cage, holding it close to her face.
"And remember," she says, her voice dripping with venom. "You're mine now. Forever."
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