Being Owned

It’s been almost a year now.

That I have been his possession that it. My owners name is Trent. I say owner, and not master because “Owner” would lead you to believe there is some semblance of a relationship. Master/Slave or something like that. He is my Owner. I am nothing to him but a possession.

I first met him in a public restroom at a part. I was having a bad day a the office and decided to take the rest of the day off and relax. It turned out to be anything but relaxing.

In the bathroom I had brushed up against him on my way in, he was on his way out. Apologizing for the contact the punk skater just sneered and told me to “Watch Out!”

I just shrugged it off to today’s rude youth and I was about to find out just how rude they cam be. As I wish finishing up at the urinal, I felt as thought I was being watched. As I turned around there he was. Right behind me.

Getting up in my face he backed me against the wall and was mumbling something under his breath. I could not understand him. I tried to just get out of there but the whole room began to spin. Then I blacked out.

When I woke up. I was not in a familiar place. I looked around to find that I was in some kind of glass room. The weird thing is, is that everything outside the room seamed HUGE !

A few seconds later I heard someone coming. It was Trent.

He was HUGE too !

Looking down into my glass room, now realized as a very small fish bowl, he advised me of my new purpose in life.


To be owned by him……….

Noticing I was awake, he took me (and the fish bowl) to his bed. He sat there placing the bowl in the middle of the bed. He then too his now sneakerless and sockless feet and placed them against the sides of the bowl. I could smell their musty smell from inside. He must have just taken his sneakers off. I could see sweat on the class forming between it and his soles.

By my estimates Trent was about 17 or 18, around 6 feet tall and definitely had some size to him. He must have been about 180-200lbs.

He took a pencil from his desktop and began poking me with it saying “Well little man. How do you like your new home?”

As I started to speak he interrupted. “SHUT UP!” I’m not done talking !” “I should clarify” he continued. “Your new home will be wherever I put you, and with whoever I give you to. GOT IT ?!”

I simply nodded.

“You are no longer a person. You are a possession. A toy, with which I will do whatever I want to.”

Trent held up a little device that looked like a palm pilot. “With this I can control your every move. I can even control your shape, consistence and ability to feel things. Care for a demonstration?”

As I began screaming for mercy and to be returned to my normal size he began to press some commands into the device. A warm sensation flooded thru my tiny body.

Next thing I know he is picking me out of the bowl and placing it on the floor.

“What are you going to do with me ?” I yelled.

He simply grinned and evil grin.

He laid me between the soles of his feet and ordered me not to move. After a second or two of staring at me he began to slowly press the soles of his feet together. I was becoming trapped.
Trying to pull myself free was not possible as he already had me caught.
He applied more and more pressure. I thought for sure this was the end of me. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. The smell was terrible and the pressure immense. To my surprise there was no pain.

“How could this be? I should be being crushed!” I opened my eyes to see the last bit of light disappearing as his soles closed completely around me and he applied all the pressure he could. I could also hear him laughing outside.

It seamed I was in there for hours. Then the pressure released. Again I could hear him laughing.

“Perfect” he exclaimed.

“What’s that mean?” I thought as I opened my eyes.

I could see the sole of his left foot pulling away. I was stuck to the right one. But why can’t I move?

Trent pushed himself to the end of the bed and raised his foot to the mirror that was against his wall.

It all became clear. Not only was I stuck to his foot but I was also squashed flat ! Trent was laughing hysterically at the site of me. I could see in the reflection, he was wiggling his long smelly toes above my flattened form positioned smack in the middle of his foot.

Then positioning himself back on the bed crossed his foot over and looked at me.

“Well my little pet. I bet you never thought you’d end up being an odor eater.” He jokingly commented. “This is just one of the places your going to spend a lot of time from now on.”

Swinging his legs back over the bed I dangled just above the floor. I saw him reach for this sneakers and comment aloud. “ What shall we do now ?”………

To be continued...