Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 13 - First ‘free’ day

The day after, I waited impatiently for Onda's return from work. Once she walked into the room she ordered me out of the cage and said, 

"Pril, today you'll be allowed to be out of your cage without the ribbon around your neck. You are to keep close to me, though, and not walk away unless I tell you. If I happen to send you beyond the reach of my sight you are to finish quickly what you are told to do and come back to me immediately. Any unnecessary delay won't be tolerated. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, my queen", I said. 

Right after this Onda rose to her feet and walked out of the room. I followed her closely, as I had done when guided by the ribbon. First we went to the kitchen for supper as usual. It still felt funny not to have the ring around my neck, but I was really enjoying the new way. Then we continued to the living room. Onda sat on the sofa and, removing her office shoes, said to me, 

"Take them to the bedroom and bring my slippers instead." 

I was a little taken aback, since it would be the first time I'd have to go to a different room from where she was. But the look Onda gave me corrected my hesitation right away. Her shoe size is more or less my height, but they are relatively light to carry, so I took both of them at once and came back with her slippers as quickly as I could. As I put them down next to her feet she said, 

"Massage them". 

I grabbed one of her feet with both my hands and started working my way from her toes down. I pressed as hard as I could, digging my thumbs into her soles. My wife has always been an extremely clean person and, although I could smell the day's sweat, it was by no means unbearable. 

"That's good, sweetie", Onda said as I massaged on. It was probably the first compliment I had heard from her in well over a year and, although flattered, I also thought it was gaining me some kudos and I adopted a more relaxed way. After a few seconds she slightly shifted position when I was still working on a certain spot. 

"Hey, don't move them yet", I complained. 

Before I knew it I saw Onda jump up to her feet, put her hands on her hips, and look at me with threatening eyes. 

"What did you say?” she demanded. 

"I - I hadn't finished with your." 

Onda pushed me with her right foot and knocked me down to the floor. 

"Onda I." 

She slowly started to press her foot over my flattened body, her big toe right under my chin. 

"Is it just my imagination or have I just heard you trying to tell me what to do?” she asked, increasing the pressure. 

Her toe was choking my throat and her foot squeezing my whole being. I tried to speak again but she pressed her toe on my throat even more. 

"If I want to move my feet I'll do it, and you'll shut your mouth. If I want to do whatever I feel like doing, you'll stay there without uttering a word until I tell you what to do. Is that understood?" 

I managed to give out a "Yes" and she released the pressure pushing me forward in the process. I rolled a little over myself and managed to stand back on my feet. Onda sat again on the sofa and said, 

"Now continue with your work and don't say another word". 

I obeyed and continued to massage until I was told to stop. 

"Now put my slippers on my feet", she ordered. 

I did. 

Onda crossed her legs and sent me to bring her the newspaper. It was lying on the desk and I reached it climbing on a chair. When I gave it to her she ordered me to sit down. After a quarter of an hour or so she put it down and stood up. 

"Come with me", she said. 

I followed her into the bedroom. She had brought with her a section of the paper, which she dropped on the floor, next to me. 

"Stretch it out and put my shoes on it". 

And she disappeared for a few minutes before coming back with a little bag, which she also dropped next to me. 

"In that bag you'll find shoe polish and several brushes and pieces of cloth", she said. "I want you to polish the pair of shoes I just took off and leave it clean as new". And she added, "Pril, this is going to be one of your regular obligations, so you better start getting used to it". 

And with this she just left the room and I found myself standing in front of this huge pair of shoes, facing a job I couldn't even figure out how to realize. The shoe business took me a long time. I have always been quite meticulous about my own hygiene and appearance, but I would have never dreamed of cleaning anyone else's shoes, not even my wife's. Now I had to apply all my efforts to this task, and what I wouldn't dream of was refusing to do it. When I finished I found my whole body covered with black polish, from my face and toga down to my bare feet. I was also sweating and dying for some washing. My first impulse was to go to the living room and tell Onda I had finished, but I was afraid she'd punish me because she hadn't told me to do that. I was right. I just waited there double checking the shoes and tidying up the little mess I had left where I worked. 

Onda came to the room and took one of the shoes in her hands. She examined it exhaustibly and nodded with approval as I waited expectantly. Then she took the other one and nodded again. 

"Well done", she said. "Follow me", she added. 

I followed her to the bathroom. 

"Take off your clothes", she ordered. 

Once I did this she grabbed me by my chest and put me gently in the sink and proceeded to turn on the faucet right above my head. She also handed me a small bar of soap, like those you see in hotels, which was quite large for me but not impossible to handle. She sat on the bathtub edge and watched me as I showered. I hadn't had a warm bath since the day I had been shrunken. The feeling was absolute bliss. The sight of Onda overlooking my nudity didn't go without effect. I couldn't stop looking back at her beauty, neither could I prevent an embarrassing erection which lasted throughout the whole shower. Towards the end I couldn't refrain myself anymore and I started caressing my penis, rubbing it with my hands. 

"Stop that", came Onda's command. 

I tried to obey but my desire was making me mad. I continued rubbing, gradually increasing the speed, my eyes rolling in ecstasy. Onda quickly flipped the faucet off and firmly grabbed my penis between her thumb and index. She pressed it so badly that all the pleasurable process building up turned instantly into killing pain. 

"No masturbation", Onda said stressing her words. "You are not to masturbate either in my presence or behind my back, whether I'm home or not. You owe me complete chastity and it's yet to be seen what we'll do about your little needs". 

She squeezed my thing even more, making me twist with pain. 

"If I ever discover that you've disobeyed me in this respect I won't spare you any suffering. You're mine, and so is your sex". 

And with this she let go of my penis. I bent over myself, badly hurt, completely wet, and utterly confused. Then she put me back on the floor, handed me my second rough toga and made me follow her into the bedroom. As usual, I kissed her feet good night and limped back into my cage ending, thus, my first ‘free’ day.