Chapter 11
The next morning, Julie woke up and
sat in front of her vanity. Searching
for her brush, she found it next to a pile of her own hair. Confused at first by this, a smile
appeared as she realized that Mark must have cleaned out her brush. She thought about how much effort he
must have put forth as she grabbed the entire pile between her thumb and
forefinger and threw the hairball into the trash. She stared in the vanity mirror for a
moment, wondering if maybe Mark was beginning to accept his situation
more. This little act of
generosity was by no means monumental, but at least it was a start. She thought about how difficult it
must be to be so small and helpless, and was sure that she would have cracked
up by this time if she were in Mark’s position. She had made good progress with her
self-image and self-confidence and was not at all ready to give up her position
of authority and control. It
felt too good and, without admitting it, she was slightly addicted to it. But perhaps it didn’t have to be as
rigid as Kelly was trying to make it. Kelly
had certainly helped her get started and gave her good advice, but she could
make her own decisions on how to treat Mark from now on. It would be better, she thought, if
she could still maintain her authority and also have Mark as a friend. She grinned at herself in the mirror,
realizing that the “authority” part was easy at Mark’s size. She was actually starting to like the
person she saw in the mirror. Just
then she remembered Mark hanging in the bathroom and faked an “Oops” to
herself.
The bathroom light awakened
Mark. He rubbed his eyes
and could see, through the pantyhose, Julie looking at herself in the
mirror. Julie could see her
pantyhose in the reflection in the mirror. She could see Mark’s little face
staring at her and decided that he had probably learned his lesson by
now. She turned and
approached the pantyhose, leaning over slightly as they stared at each
other. Her control over him
was obvious, as he stared at her giant Face through the silk of her
pantyhose. Julie, feeling
satisfied that Mark had gotten the message, untied the pantyhose and placed
them onto the bathroom floor. Mark
immediately began crawling toward the opening fearing Julie would change her
mind. He struggled, waiting
for some assistance, but none came. As
he crawled out of the nylon prison, he stood up, immediately noticing Julie’s
Foot in front of him. Julie,
looking down at Mark crawling out of her pantyhose, felt a slight bit of
empathy for him. He looked so helpless as he freed himself from her
waistband. As Mark slowly
looked up at her, she felt both dominance and guilt, such a strange
combination. Mark stood
frozen, afraid to speak. As
he gazed up, he could see under the robe that Julie was not wearing any
underwear, but tried not to stare, partly out of respect but mostly fearing
Julie’s retribution. Realizing
the view that Mark must have, Julie held back a giggle as she realized he was
trying to avoid looking. “I
forgot you had such a low angled view”, she said as she attempted to block it
with her hand. Instead, she
bent down. The sudden
movement of her Foot and Ankle made Mark jump backward. As he gazed upward, he saw Julie’s
Face descending. Julie bent
her knees, resting her hands on them and stared down. “You know, I really don’t like
punishing you like that”, she said kindly. Her tone relaxed him somewhat, but he
remained silent, afraid to say the wrong thing. “But you’ve got to learn to listen to
me, OK?” she asked confidently. Mark
shook his head, afraid to respond in any other way. Julie smiled back at him, knowing he
understood, and for the first time, he felt a strange attraction to his giant
captor. Her giant smiling
Eyes and Lips held him in a trance. “That’s
better”, she continued, “now we have to do something about the way you
smell.” Julie stood as Mark
watched her Face rise to its full height. Realizing that Mark was staring
at her, she asked playfully, “What?” “Nothing”,
he shouted back, lowering his eyes, hoping he had not made her angry. Julie paused, and stepped over him
toward the sink. The site
from his angle was amazing. Her
giant Foot stepping over him with her leg following was a site to behold. And her naked crotch passed directly
overhead. There was a
definite thud as her Foot hit the bathroom tile. Now he stood behind her
staring up as he heard the water begin to run in the sink. The water stop as Julie turned around
and bent over. Mark stood
frozen in place as Julie turned and leaned over. Her giant Hand approached and although
normally he would have felt like backing away, his feet didn’t move. Her Fingers moved around the back of
him as her Thumb passed in front of his chest. The Hand closed in one soft motion as
he felt her other Fingers reach around in front of him. He felt very secure in her Grip and
placed his hands on her Thumb waiting for the liftoff. Very gently, she wrapped her hand
around him and lifted him up to her face. Her nose wrinkled, “You stink! You
smell like feet.” Mark
bowed his head wanting to remind her that it was her own foot scent that she
smelled, but thought better of it. “I’m
sorry”, he replied. Realizing
his humiliation, she placed him over the sink and opened her hand. Mark felt the release and the warm
water hit him as he was submersed in the sink. As he raised his head above the water
he took a deep breath. He
could see Julie rubbing a bar of soap through her Hands, lathering them
up. She placed the soap back onto the dish and smiled down at Mark. Before he could make a move, the Hand
plunged into the water under him and lifted him up placing him on the edge of
the sink. He felt a chill
from the cold air as he watched the two Hands rub together, creating giant
fistfuls of lather. Without
a word, both Hands wrapped themselves around him engulfing him in warm
suds. He had never felt
such anything like it. The
Hands began to move with one Hand holding him while the other one gently slid
down his legs. He could
feel himself getting hard but couldn’t resist. The Hand grabbed his arms and slowly
the Fingers slid along gently, twisting slightly. Mark remained motionless, staring up
at Julie who seemed totally engulfed in the activity. He could hear her humming
softly. Her Hand passed
over his head, stopping to rub slightly as it passed. Julie couldn’t
believe how soft and delicate Mark felt in her hands, and he wasn’t complaining
a bit. She was careful to
wash all over his legs and arms, contemplating how she would wash his more
sensitive parts. She paused
briefly and Mark could see that her eyes were fixed on his genitals. A slight grin appeared on her
face. Her eyes fixed on his
as she stated, “Now this is only for good hygiene, OK?” And before Mark could answer, he felt
a Finger rubbing between his legs. Her
Thumb was pressed against his stomach as the other Finger stoked back and
forth. Realizing the potential
of her actions, Julie stopped, and remarked at his erect penis, “Well, at least
its easier to clean that way.” A
broad smile appeared across her face as she released him into the sink again to
rinse off. This time he stayed under water a few seconds until he heard
the sound of water draining. He
could feel the level of water dropping and he was immediately scared that the
drain would suck him down. Sensing
his fear, Julie lowered her hand into the draining water. Mark saw the Hand approaching, and
swam frantically toward it. As
he got closer, he reached for the Thumb and placed his feet on the tips of her
Fingers. He held on tight
as he watched the last of the water drain. Julie could feel Mark panting against
her palm. He was so
helpless without her, she thought. She
turned the faucet on slightly as she ran her hand and the little man under it
to wash the remaining soap off. Mark
was still breathing heavy as he felt the water rush over his naked body,
clinging to the Hand. She had closed the toilet lid and placed a towel on
it and set Mark down on the towel. She drew up the ends, patting him down
and let him finish drying himself off while she found some clean doll clothes
for him to wear. He felt
self-conscious as she watched him dress, but there was no privacy on top of a
toilet lid. As he pulled
the shirt over his head, he felt a strong grip around his waist. In a flash, he was again face to face
with Julie with her Fingers wrapped around him. She pulled him closer to her face and
took a big breath through her nose, and smiled, “Now that’s more like it. Feel better?” “Yes”, he admitted. “Yes, what?”,
she asked, still smiling. Without
hesitation, he answered with his head bowed, “Yes, thank you.” A sense of satisfaction washed over
Julie as she realized that she had won the first part of her battle with
Mark. Staring down at him,
she noticed how he looked kind of cute with his head bowed, almost as if he was
beginning to accept his situation. She
was definitely the one in charge now and she knew he knew it. It was a big first step. Walking over to the bathroom door, she
set him outside in the hallway. “Now its my turn”, she said as she closed
the door behind her. Outside
in the hallway, Mark leaned against the wall resting his rear on the edge of
the molding. He pressed his
hands to his forehead trying to sort out the feelings inside himself. As he heard the shower running, he
wondered how he could feel so terribly frightened and at the same time feel an
attraction for a woman who could crush his head between her Fingers. How could
the vice-like grip of Julie’s giant Hand also be the source of so much
gentleness? She had treated him with so much care for the first time, not
because she felt obligated, but because she wanted to. He could hear the shower stop and
didn’t want Julie to find him lingering in the hall, so he started walking
toward what used to be his bedroom. He
had a lot to think about. Things
had definitely changed between them.
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