The soft fabric around his neck wasn't alarming at first, though as he came into consciousness, the little one became more and more aware of its presence. It was like a choker, tight around his neck with something attached to the side. He moaned gently as his body ached with pleasure, [REDACTED]. Soft fabric was pressed against his back as he lay there on what appeared to be a bed... He wasn't sure though, since he hadn't come back enough to move much on his own. Gently, he cleared his throat, and waited. It wasn't long before his strength began to return. He was able to begin pulling himself up from his seated position, though with more difficulty than normal. It was like pulling a weight with a chain around his neck. Unfortunately, this meant he couldn't get to his feet or even really sit up comfortably... He did get to see outside though - giving him an idea of what time it was. Definitely night...
His actions didn't go unnoticed though... A devilish giggle pierced his ears as he heard footsteps coming toward him. It sounded like shoes on a wooden floor. She didn't say anything, instead, she gently gripped whatever it was at the end of his chain and began to pull him by it. Mathew gasped for air as the collar around his neck pulled him along, he was helpless to do much but writhe like a worm on a hook.
"Gak!" Mat involuntarily groaned as he was lifted from the ground by his neck. It was nearly impossible to breathe, but he got a good look at the woman who had him.
She was definitely amused... Throughout the whole playing session, the little one had [REDACTED]. Either he had a thing for asphyxiation, or for the act of torture. The latter was actually true, but she didn't bother to ask him one way or the other. She enjoyed watching him squirm and struggle, but she wasn't intending to end him here and now - not like this. Krista was more of the devilishly curious type: She loved watching tinies reactions to her play, but she wasn't cruel enough to kill them outright.
She set him down while he was still able to draw breath...
The little one gasped, laying there as she watched him. Gently, she would bring her fingertip over [REDACTED]. He squirmed, he writhed, he made funny little 'squeaking' sounds at her attentions.
"Been a long day little guy," She began, she spoke so close to him that he could feel her breath with her words. "So I'm going to put you to good use..."
She didn't stop, and the little one was going mad with pleasure. She watched with curious delight as he squirmed like a trapped insect, his tiny hands gripped at the cloth beneath him... She would bring him just to the point of bursting, before masterfully calming him down. Keeping him [REDACTED] by running the nail of her fingertip along his stomach and [REDACTED], but careful not to touch it as to send him over the edge. She didn't know of his abilities, to her - he was just any every-day tiny...
Then, she finally stopped. She had immobilized the little one with pleasure, stunning him enough that she could sit down on the edge of the bed and begin to remove her shoes. Her feet were roasting inside of her footwear... This would be the real test of his devotion. She could already tell that he was one of those types, the submissive kind that would eagerly serve her. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have been [REDACTED]. Without saying another word, the woman set her shoes aside and slid herself up onto the bed. Mathew lay there, quivering in pleasure as both of her humid sock-clad feet came over him - encompassing him in shadow. He began to cough gently out of reflex, but all this did was fuel his pleasure to the point where he could hardly hold in a climax.
He watched as she pulled the mouth of her dirty, sweaty socks over her heel and began to peel the fabric from her sweaty skin to reveal her beautiful soles. He moaned, trying his best to hold his climax in since he assumed that was what she wanted him to do. Her toes flexed teasingly over him as she leaned forward in her bed, and happily peered over the tips of her toes.
"You look like you're about to burst..." She chuckled, "Good! You're perfect for what I want..."
He looked like he was going to burst, and she looked extremely tired. Carefully she reached over and gripped the edge of his chain. Without much thought, she lifted him by his neck again. He let out a little grunt as she did, trying his best to breathe as she brought him to her right foot's toe, and slid the ring around it. Mathew's little body collided with her arch, pressing him into her flesh as he struggled to breathe while hanging. He moaned when he could, still fighting with every ounce of his willpower to not squirt his glowing liquid. She laughed, feeling him squirming against her skin, his little hands batting at her as he tried desperately to breathe. [REDACTED] against her skin as he swayed, and the casual torture was enough to give him reason to go. Luckily, [REDACTED], his body rotated enough that the [REDACTED] the cloth. It blended in well, never to be discovered by his captive.
Without giving any orders, she let her foot fall to the side and disappeared from view. Mathew rolled against her toes, flying to the side by his neck before smacking his back into her toenails and eventually coming to a seated position. Gasping for air, he could feel the woman settle down in bed. She didn't seem like she was preparing to sleep for the night, just that she was about to enjoy some relaxation after a stressful day...
Her toes flexed, as though inviting him in...
The tiny man got onto his hands and knees, still sputtering for air, and crawled around to the underside of her toes. Without being prompted, he climbed up into the crevasse and began to lick at her skin. She immediately reacted, letting out a gentle sigh of pleasure as her toes splayed out to allow Mathew to gain access to more of her foot. Passionately, the little human did his work... Cleaning what he could of her skin with his tongue, massaging and kneading at it as he went along...
Hours passed..
Eventually, her other foot slid forward. She wasn't responding as much to his touches, and her toes would make cute little involuntary twitches. The lights were still on, giving Mathew easy sight of her entire foot. He couldn't go too far toward her heel though, so he stayed where he could be... The collar around his neck was impossible to get off for a tiny of his limited strength. Like it was designed for this specific purpose. He worshiped, he smelled, he kneaded and he rubbed until his muscles ached and his body screamed with pleasure. Her foot gently moved, sliding forward a bit in her sleep...
Then, it jerked away. She rolled onto her side, bringing her right foot up with him attached while her left slid out straighter. Mathew choked as the unconscious woman shifted, pulling him helplessly along by his neck. To make this worse, when she got into place - her foot lifted slightly and pushed forward - enough to rest it on his legs. Where he was, the chain was pulled tight and his face was forced into her skin. He continued to worship, wondering what might be in store next.
The sun began to rise...
It didn't wake her up though, it just denoted the passage of time for the little one. He couldn't do much where he was other than massage and rub at her skin. Her toes would randomly flex, rippling the skin against his little face causing him to moan in pleasure... Eventually though, she began to stir...
"Ughn..." Krista groaned, slowly sitting up. Mathew squeaked as she slid her foot forward, dragging him along with it before pinning him down under the ball of her sole. Her warm skin pressed down on him with enough force to crush him if he were on solid ground, the soft bed was enough though. "Shit... What time is it."
She spoke to herself, looking to a nearby clock. She didn't intend to fall asleep, and the fact that she did was frustrating. She yawned a huge yawn, shaking as she did so... He could feel her morning yawn tremble through her body as she tried to pull herself back into the waking world. Though instead of squirming, he stay perfectly still.
"Ugh..." She grunted in protest of waking up, before quickly sliding her feet off the bed to sit on the side...
The quick motion was torture for her little passenger. Mathew yelped as his neck came close to snapping from the force. His helpless little body was flung into the air over the edge before being slammed violently down onto the ground. He couldn't get his breath though before the ball of her foot came to rest on his body. Her warm sole radiated through him as he tried to breathe to no avail. It didn't help that he had the wind knocked out of him, making it nearly impossible to get his breath back with the pressure he was being put under. He struggled, and even that wasn't enough to get the tired girl's attention.
She didn't say anything... There wasn't anyone to talk to anyway. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and stood up to make her way toward the bathroom when she felt him pop beneath her. It was subtle, like stepping on a small piece of food. Mathew squeaked as what little air he had left in him was forced from his lungs. The fabric collar squished down with his neck, soaking in his strawberry-flavored blood as he was pressed flat. Quickly though she lifted her foot from the floor to reveal his crushed carcass dangling freely from her toes. He was a mess.
"What the fuck?" She said under her breath, sitting back down. "Oh yeah... Damn..."
She finally recalled the little one's existence and reached to the end table next to her bed for a tissue. She wiped his blood away from her sole and took the ring off, wrapping what was left of him on the end with the tissue paper. She didn't bother undoing his collar - instead, she just held onto his body with the tissue and tugged on the chain until it was free. She didn't hear it pass through his throat, tearing the head off of his corpse. The young woman set the chain down on her end table, crushed up his body in a wad of tissue paper, and threw him in the wastebasket.
"Dime a dozen..."