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Mistress Enola Fetish - My girlfriend shrank me
As the elevator doors closed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. The sound of the metal grinding against each other sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. I tried to distract myself by checking my phone, but it didn't help. My mind kept wandering back to the events of the past few days.
My girlfriend, Enola, had been acting strangely lately. She'd been spending more time in her lab, experimenting with new potions and formulas. I thought nothing of it at first, but then she started becoming more demanding in bed. She wanted me to worship her feet, touch her all over, and even lick her clean after sex. It was a bit much, but I went along with it because I loved her.
But then things took a turn for the worse. Enola came home one night with a strange vial, and she was giggling manically. She told me to strip naked and get into the bathtub while she prepared "a little surprise" for me. I did as I was told, feeling uneasy but curious.
When she finally joined me in the bathroom, she held up the vial and waved it in the air, the liquid inside sloshing around. She told me to drink it, and when I hesitated, she smiled sweetly and coaxed me with her words. "It's okay, baby," she purred, her voice dripping with honey. "It will make everything better."
So I drank it. And that's when everything went to hell.
I remember feeling a strange tingling sensation throughout my body, like nothing I'd ever felt before. My vision began to blur, and the next thing I knew, I was laying on the floor, looking up at Enola. She was towering over me, her feet so far above my head it felt like I was in another world.
"Surprise!" she cried, her voice echoing off the tiled walls. She leaned down and grinned wickedly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips suggestively. "You've been shrunk!"
My heart sank as I realized what had happened. I tried to stand up, but my legs were like jelly, and I collapsed back onto the ground. My eyes filled with tears of frustration and fear as I looked up at my beloved Enola, now so far out of reach.
"Why?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Why did you do this to me?"
Enola giggled again, her amusement clear. She bent down, towering over me, and reached out to pick me up with her fingers. In her hand, I felt like a tiny toy she could play with at any moment. "Because," she purred, her breath tickling my skin, "now you're the perfect size for me to play with."
And that's when it all became clear. This was Enola's sick fantasy, and I was now her tiny plaything. My chest tightened, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. But there was nothing I could do except try to survive this twisted game she had set in motion.
The Elevator Ride
As the elevator doors slid open, revealing the bustling office building outside, I felt a surge of panic. What was I going to do? How was I going to explain this to anyone? And what about Enola? What would she do to me once she arrived at work?
I forced myself to take a deep breath and gather my thoughts. I couldn't let fear control me. I had to find a way to survive this. But just as those thoughts crossed my mind, I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach.
Enola's handiwork, I realized. She must have put something in me to control me. My mind was racing as I tried to think of a plan. But before I could even formulate one, the elevator doors slid closed, and I was stuck inside, helpless once again.
The rest of the ride was a blur. All I could think about was how to get out of this situation and how to confront Enola once and for all. But when the elevator doors finally opened, I found myself facing an even bigger challenge.
The Shocking Truth
The office was filled with people, all going about their day. I scanned the room, looking for Enola, but she wasn't there. Instead, I saw her desk, with a note propped up against her laptop. My heart sank as I realized what I had to do.
I crawled across the room, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. I reached Enola's desk and picked up the note. My hands were shaking as I opened it, fearing the worst.
The note was short and to the point. It read: "I couldn't resist showing off my new toy. Meet me in the supply closet. Don't be late."
My blood ran cold as I read those words. Enola had planned this meticulously, and there was no way out of it. With a heavy heart, I set the note down and made my way to the supply closet, bracing myself for what was to come.
