A Slave Must Never Meet Eyes With His Mistress
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 11
by
WriteMik
Phil looked timidly up at the two women that held his future in check, and swallowed nervously. The enormous ladies stood looming over him looking down on him from on high like goddesses. Even from his vantage point on the principals’ desktop they were imposing to him. The insignificant three-inch tall boy quailed in fear as the monolithic Mrs. Worthy leaned forward pressing her hips against the edge of the desk and placing her giant palms down on either side of tiny Phil. A few wisps of her neatly styled hair fell about her face as her shadow engulfed the boy. If Phil had looked behind him he would have seen Ms. Roses hand coming up behind him. Unexpectedly Phil was pushed roughly forward falling to his hands and knees.
“Don’t look up!” Commanded the booming voice of the principal from above. “A slave must never meet eyes with his mistress.
Slave?! Mistress?!; Phil thought, this is crazy. “W-w-what are you doing?” he stuttered, hurt, looking up at Mrs. Worthy. This was immediately answerd with Phil being pushed to the desktop by the lovely secretary’s, beautifully manicured four-finger.
“Crawl bug!” She gloated as she pushed down on Phil with more pressure then necessary to keep the tiny boy in place. It hurt. “Punish him Lady Worthy make the slave pay for his insolence!”
Mrs. Worthy chuckled huskily at her enthusiastic secretary, breaking character for a second. “You really get into this kind of thing don’t you dear?”
“Well not usually.” Ms. Rose whispered smiling broadly. “This tiny boy just turns me on somehow, I don’t know.”
Mrs. Worthy chuckled lowering her voice a little; as if Phil couldn’t here them anyway. “Oh, don’t worry I know exactly what you mean.”
Phil squirmed uncomfortably underneath Ms. Roses finger as they grinned down on him. Phil was at the point of tears. Why was this happening to him. Why were these women so cruel to him. He had been a victim of circumstances. He had heard what they had said about him ‘turning them on’ and he didn’t understand what that ment, but he had a feeling that they enjoyed torturing him.
“Don’t look up!” Commanded the booming voice of the principal from above. “A slave must never meet eyes with his mistress.
Slave?! Mistress?!; Phil thought, this is crazy. “W-w-what are you doing?” he stuttered, hurt, looking up at Mrs. Worthy. This was immediately answerd with Phil being pushed to the desktop by the lovely secretary’s, beautifully manicured four-finger.
“Crawl bug!” She gloated as she pushed down on Phil with more pressure then necessary to keep the tiny boy in place. It hurt. “Punish him Lady Worthy make the slave pay for his insolence!”
Mrs. Worthy chuckled huskily at her enthusiastic secretary, breaking character for a second. “You really get into this kind of thing don’t you dear?”
“Well not usually.” Ms. Rose whispered smiling broadly. “This tiny boy just turns me on somehow, I don’t know.”
Mrs. Worthy chuckled lowering her voice a little; as if Phil couldn’t here them anyway. “Oh, don’t worry I know exactly what you mean.”
Phil squirmed uncomfortably underneath Ms. Roses finger as they grinned down on him. Phil was at the point of tears. Why was this happening to him. Why were these women so cruel to him. He had been a victim of circumstances. He had heard what they had said about him ‘turning them on’ and he didn’t understand what that ment, but he had a feeling that they enjoyed torturing him.
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March 24, 2025
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