Such were her thoughts as she held the stirring wheel with one hand and pulled the cigarette from her mouth with the other. The twenty nine year old dark haired lady exhaled and replaced the Marlboro back into her mouth as the car moved on. Her ride home was over five miles from her suburban dwelling. This distance caused her to take the highway in an effort to reduce time. Further, the twenty minutes that she did spend on the freeway gave the only time of the day that she had moments to herself. In fact, one could say the car was her only instrument of self expression; behind the wheel, she was in control. As Sarah relaxed back in the seat, she glanced over into the rearview mirror, getting a glimpse of her own reflection. Despite the negative marriage and its emotional strain, her appearance seemed as great as ever. Her physique was slender but not extremely thin. Likewise, she had a sexy stature which combined with her dark brown hair and dark eyes gave her a pseudo-gothic appearance the likes of which the Spanish Inquisition would be proud. Moreover, she looked similar to Linda Florentino in " The Last Seduction". However, her life was not as fortunate; her ability to manipulate the opposite sex left much to be desired. Vulnerability seemed to be her position relative to men and all their doings.

Finally, Sarah pulled up into the driveway of her home. She got out of the ford, reached for her purse, and entered the house through the front door. Further, her job required a professional look; hence, our lady was dressed in a skirt suit. Her attire was black. She looked good dressed this way. As she walked to the front door, her black leather stiletto shoes would resound with their impacts upon the cement. After entering the structure, Sarah kicked off her pumps and threw herself down on the sofa. It would be about fifteen more minutes until Earl would arrive home from his accounting job. She loathed the moment, for all hell would always break loose. In the end, things would always terminate in verbal and at times physical abuse.

Sitting on the couch, lady brown eyes listened as the front door’s lock was turned and her husband entered. Sure enough, he started, " Why don’t you park your car even closer to my side; what do you want me to do, stand mine on edge?"

Sarah just stared downward into the cigarette smoke and softly replied, " Sorry, I’ll remember the next time."

Earl went on, " Sorry, that’s what they all say, you bitch, can’t you do anything right." The lady just continued to stare and only gave him half of her attention. However, her husband just wouldn’t let go, " So what’s for dinner, I’m starved, when are we ever going to get something good around here?"

She responded, " There’s dinner in the refrigerator."

" Then why the fuck isn’t it on the table and ready to eat you lazy cunt; you come home before I do; you should have all that shit ready; what do you do when you get here, play with yourself?", the man yelled back.

Sarah got up off the sofa, killed her cigarette in the ashtray on the living room table, and ventured into the kitchen. The young lady opened the refrigerator and removed the food needed for tonight’s dinner. Earl, on the other hand, went into the bedroom and came out five minutes later in the same clothes save for his shoes and tie. He flopped down on the sofa, grabbed one of the nearby newspapers, and began to read.

Twenty minutes later, our heroine said, " Dinner’s ready."

Earl replied, " Well its about time." Getting up, he went into the kitchen and seated himself upon one of the chairs. The rude individual picked up his fork and took up some of the food. He placed the fork’s contents into his mouth and suddenly burst forth in anger, " You fucking whore, how many times did I have to tell you; I hate it when you make it so hot!" He threw the fork down, got up, and marched to the other side of the table. Earl grabbed Sarah by her arm and forcefully raised her out of her chair. In his rage, he hit her across the face with the back of his hand. The lady fell down upon the kitchen tile, holding her mouth which was now dripping with blood. She started to cry as Earl raced out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. He put his shoes on together with his coat and went out into the living room. The domineering individual yelled in her direction, " I’m going out to eat, you can stay here and eat that garbage if you want!" Lying upon the floor, Sarah listened on as the front door slammed shut, and the sound of his engine sped away.

With her husband finally gone, Sarah got up and moved over to the sink. She looked into her reflection coming from the window above the basin and noticed her distress. Moreover, she looked on with a persistent stare as the blood ran down her chin. Eventually, she heard herself speak, " Oh what would I give if that bastard were dead, anything has to be better than living like this." In her anger, she remembered his life insurance policy. In the event of his accidental death, our battered wife would kindly receive two hundred and fifty thousand dollars from the insurance company. Thoughts of killing Earl now circulated within her mind. " Yea", she said to herself, " That wouldn’t be a bad idea; with the jerk gone, I could collect a hefty sum, pay off my bills, invest the rest, and start life anew." Further, as she entertained such diabolical ideas, she became jubilant at the cognition of liberation. In addition, every new day would bring with it something to look forward to, in contrast to the drab which presently engulfs her. Finally, Sarah moved her gaze away from the window and walked into the living room. Upon the table, there lay her pack of cigarettes. She bent down and reached for the pack. Upon standing up straight again, the lady put her hand in her pocket and pulled out her lighter. The battered wife removed a Marlboro and placed it into her mouth. She lit it up and took a long drag. Then, Sarah exhaled and held the stick of comfort in her hand as she continued to reflect on the idea of doing away with Earl.

However, despite her desires, reason intervened and told her not to engage in any plan of murder, for whatever she devised would always have some flaw and the authorities in the end will have her convicted. Most importantly, there’s always the problem of the body; getting rid of a body is in itself a major task. Also, even if she set all up to look like someone else killed him, modern science would prove otherwise. Therefore, our lady simply continued to smoke and forgot the whole thing.

With the cigarette extinguished, Sarah entered the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The bleeding had stopped and dry blood was attached to her chin. Hence, the woman made her face wet and washed off the residue. Next, she returned to the living room, lit up another cigarette, reached for a magazine, and finally sat down on the sofa, loosing herself in an article.

One hour and thirty five minutes had now past; she still had the magazine in her hand when Sarah heard the sound of his car enter the driveway. The engine stopped and Earl got out. He walked to the house door and unlocked it. As the man entered the home, he moved straight past the lady and ventured into the bathroom. He undressed himself, got his shower stuff together, and went into the bathroom. He showered off, put on his pajamas, and then reentered the bedroom. Upon his nightstand was a book he had been reading; the man reached for it and started to read from where he had previously left off.

Sarah, on the other hand, continued to inspect the magazine. However, she too eventually got up and showered herself. When the brunette was all finished, the woman turned in and lay with her back toward Earl. Earl, as she expected, put his book down and reached for her. He pulled on her shoulder and rolled Sarah to her back. Next, the bully started to mount in the desire to have her. The lady remarked, " Not today, I’m not interested." However, Earl made no effort to stop. He pulled his pajama pants down and did the same with Sarah’s. She started to raise her voice, " I said no, now stop it!"

" I can’t help it; you’re so pretty!", replied Earl.

With all her strength, the imprisoned one tried to push off his advance. Nevertheless, all was to no avail. In the end, he forced his cock into her unwilling cunt and began fucking. She gave up on the struggle and just laid there as the man banged away. He went in and out with ever greater vigor. Finally, he came into her hole. His job done, Earl got off of his victim, rolled over, reached for the lamp switch, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

The darkness spoke with words of its own as Sarah lay awake in misery and disgust. Moreover, a black feeling of hate began to rise up within her breast cavity. Her mind spoke, " Oh, I hate him, I hate him, what can I do, I gotta get out of this shit!" Her thoughts eventually began to wane, and our frustrated marriage partner eventually fell to sleep.

After a night’s sleep, morning came; both showered off and got dressed. Earl ask, " Have anything good for breakfast, or is it the same crap you always got?"

Sarah simply made a sigh and answered, " Cereal."

Her husband said nothing; he only went out into the kitchen and sat down at the table. His wife followed and prepared the morning meal. He ate his food without saying anything. Finally, he got his coat and left for work.

Sarah cleared off the table and returned to the bedroom. She quietly sat down on the bed and mused for ten minutes. Afterward, she got up, took her coat from the closet, and then she too ventured off to her place of employment.

At work, she entered the employee lounge and hung up her coat on the rack. Sarah sat down on one of the chairs and lit up a cigarette she removed from her pack. As she sat alone, Priscilla, another employee, entered and did the same. Both ladies awaited the minute to begin work. As they sat and smoked, Priscilla asked, " So how’s life today?"

" Oh, who knows, the same old shit I guess."

The other lady went further, " So you’re still having problems with Earl; you know, there’re ways in this day and age to get out of a bad marriage."

" Yea, but it all costs money and I’m not up to it now."

Priscilla finally remarked, " I still say you should do something."

Sarah glanced at her watch and said, " It’s time to start working." The two women got up and ventured to their stations.

For the past six of her eight years of marriage, our sad wife has worked for Key Bank. Moreover, she worked as a teller at one of the merchant windows. Further, the job didn’t pay much, only eight dollars an hour, but nevertheless, it helped her with some of her credit card bills. However, the rest of her financial requirements were met by her husband, hence her dependence and consequential entrapment.

The workday went by fine; it was a usual day until the very end. The bank manager approached Sarah a half hour before closing and ask if she could stay an extra hour and lock up. Sarah said, " Sure Ms. Hauser, that’s no problem, I can do that." Then, Sarah inquired, " Can I make a phone call?"

" Go ahead, and thanks for putting in the extra time."

Sarah smiled and returned to the lounge and made her call. She dialed home and left a message on her voice mail, " Hello Earl, I’ve got to stay an hour over tonight, you’ll find something in the refrigerator." She then hung up and returned to her work area.

A short time later, the bank closed itself for customers. Again, Ms. Hauser approached Sarah and said, " Ok, I’m leaving." Sarah responded with a nod of her head.

Also, Priscilla said, " See you tomorrow; Sarah, I hope things work out at home."

Our battered wife replied, " Thanks, something will come up." Priscilla followed Ms. Hauser out of the building along with the rest of the work force.

The fact that the bank manager ask Sarah to close up was nothing new. Sarah had enough experience during her six years with the bank to know what she’s doing. Moreover, our lady did at times fill in for Ms. Hauser when she, Ms. Hauser, was out sick or had a meeting elsewhere.

As the brunette worked alone in the structure, she continued to put everything in order. This included checking the computer system to ensure that all was operating to standards. However, a second after she checked the screen, she noticed the words, "ATM system out of order, requires adjustment." For a moment, she panicked, nevertheless, she caught herself and decided to try to fix it herself. The lady followed the prompts until the screen finally read, " System ready." The woman smiled to herself in relief and walked over to the ATM mechanism. Next, she decided to test it. On the machine was a manual control panel. Sarah entered the appropriate information and let the devise make a trial run. The noise came from the box and everything seemed normal until she was surprised to see a red beam emerge from the camera on the outdoor part of the devise as she looked through the one way glass. Furthermore, the beam struck a fence post on the other side of the drive, causing the post to vanish from her perspective.

Afterward, the perplexed woman decided to go outside and look at the effect. She circled the building and moved to the spot where the post was standing. As she neared, she saw the shock of her life. Indeed, the post hadn’t vanished, it merely shrank to the insignificant height of two inches. The object went from three feet down to two inches in only a fraction of a second. Looking at her discovery, her heart began to pound. Nevertheless, Sarah reached down for the object and took it back with her into the bank. Finally, re-composure started to put her mind back together as she examined the post. Next, the lady dropped the thing into her pocket and returned to the main computer terminal. Once again, she entered the system to see what’s wrong. Eventually, after ten minutes of manipulation, she was able to displace the bug which caused the shrinking problem. However, Sarah also noticed that the virus was in the system permanently; she only isolated it in such a way that the error could only be retrieved with a file code which she just made up when separating the discrepancy. Otherwise, the system now worked correctly, and no one would ever know what happened.

However, during the fifteen minutes before she would lock up and leave, Sarah was struck by a brilliant and diabolical idea. Why not program the system so the shrink ray only came out for a particular user code; that is, the red beam emerges if an individual with a particular bank card drives up to the machine and tries to retrieve money or make a deposit. " Yea, yea, yea!", she exclaimed to herself, " That’s it, I’ll get his card number and tomorrow I’ll enter it in the system when no one’s looking!" Finally, the vengeful wife set the security alarm, locked up, went to her car, and drove home.

At home she found her husband finishing up with eating the left overs in the refrigerator. He looked up at her as she entered and started to yell, " So where the fuck have you been, bitch?"

She answered with a smile, " I left a message."

He said in reply, "I know, but you know how I hate it when you’re late, can’t they find someone else in that place to stay over instead of you?"

Sarah simply said, " Don’t worry, starting tomorrow, things will be different, I promise you."

" They’d better be."

She, however, smiled to herself and went into the bedroom. She changed into something more comfortable and went back out to the kitchen. Earl again demanded her compliance, " Clean this shit up." He got up off the chair, walked into the living room, got himself a newspaper, and began to read. Sarah, on the other hand, made a little something for herself, ate, and then cleaned up the kitchen without saying word.

Afterward, Earl ventured into the bedroom and got his shower things together. Also, he undressed, save for his underwear, entered the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. The moment Sarah saw this action of his, she immediately rushed into the bedroom and removed his wallet from the pants he had been wearing all day. The excited lady took hold of his bank card and walked over to the nightstand. Next, she reached for a pen lying upon the furniture and copied the number upon a receipt she had in her pocket. Finally, Sarah replaced the card and returned the wallet into his pants. Afterward, the woman left the room and entered the living room, seated herself upon the sofa, and pretended to have her attention lost in a Magazine.

When Earl finished up with his shower, he turned in and went to sleep. She did the same. First taking a shower and going to bed afterward.

The next morning both individuals got up, went through the morning routine, and finally left for work. Upon arriving at the bank, Sarah entered the employee lounge and sat herself upon one of the chairs. She removed a cigarette and lit it up. Moreover, her first puff in the morning is the best; therefore, she felt refreshed as our lady inhaled the smoke. Sarah exhaled and reached into her blouse pocket to look at the number on the little receipt. She smiled to herself and remarked, " Now let’s see how big you are, Earl, after I get through with you, you’ll really look up to me for the rest of your worthless life." Priscilla entered and the two women exchanged a few words before they began work. Everything went by with no problem, and finally lunch time arrived. During the lunch period, the bank operated with only one teller. Hence no one will see Sarah if she does something out of the ordinary with the computer. Therefore, during a few minutes when no customer was in the building, our lady looked both ways before reaching again into her pocket and removed the paper. Next, she entered the bank card number into the system and programmed the computer such that the beam only exits the camera lens for Earl’s particular number. With all complete, she tore up the paper and tossed the remains into a nearby waste basket. In the end, Sarah smiled as a customer entered the bank; she greeted him with the utmost in courtesy.

The work day over, Sarah got into her car and drove home. She arrived home twenty minutes before her husband and deliberately did nothing in preparation for dinner. When the house door opened and Earl entered, he started to exclaim, " Where’s the food, why isn’t there ever anything ready to eat around here."

With a cigarette in one hand, she sarcastically answered, " Oh, I simply forgot."

He said in reply, " Fuck you, you whore."

Then, he went on, " I’m leaving and going out to get something."

However, Sarah yelled after him, " I’m coming with you, I’ve some things to buy at the supermarket across the street from the restaurant you usually go to." The brunette followed him to his car and entered on the passenger side. Finally, he got behind the wheel and drove off. While in the car, Sarah ask, " I’m out of cash, do you have any for me to use at the store?"

Earl looked at her in disgust, but nevertheless replied, " No, but I’ll stop along the way at the nearest branch of that fucking bank of yours and get some."

Sarah smiled, reached into her pocket for a cigarette and use the car lighter. She took a puff and leaned back into the seat full of anticipation.

After a few minutes, Earl pulled his car into the ATM drive of the bank. He moved the vehicle up to the machine and stopped. Next, the man reached into his back pocket and removed his wallet. He pulled out the bankcard and pushed it into the ATM slot. As he did all of the above, the vengeful wife sat next to him and watched every detail of his every move. Finally, he entered his number and hit the ok button.

Sarah looked on as the red beam left the camera behind the one way glass and struck Earl. Suddenly, he began to shrink. She watched and watched as he got smaller and smaller before her. As a result, a huge smile crossed her face when the beam finally stopped. Next to her sat her husband in his new and permanent state. Further, she glared down at him in triumph as our victorious lady observed his four inch long body.

Holding her cigarette in one hand between her fingers, she reached down with her other hand and raised Earl by the back of his coat, holding him between the tips of her thumb and index finger. The newly dominant wife moved him to her face, blew smoke at him, and said, " Well little man, it looks as if I’m the boss now!" Stunned, Earl could say nothing as she moved over behind the wheel, dropped him on the passenger seat, and reached toward the ATM, removing both the money and his card. With that done, our triumphant temptress put the car back into drive and sped off to the supermarket. She arrived in the parking lot, parked the car, and looked down at the fated one saying, " I’ll be back with the groceries, don’t get lost now!" Twenty five minutes later, she returned with the items and placed them in the trunk. Finally, the bank teller entered the car, turned on the engine, and drove home.

At home, she placed Earl on the living room table as she put all the groceries away. Next, Sarah made herself something to eat. After eating, the lady cleaned up and returned to the living room. In her hand, she had a small piece of meat which she tossed down before her newly subordinate husband and said with humor, " Well, here’s your diner, see, I made something for you, didn’t I?" She laughed as he reached for the food scrap and began to consume like a little animal.

Upon completion of his meal, the tiny male looked up to his new owner and begged, " Please Sarah, please make me big again."

The lady looked at the pathetic being before her and said, " Too bad, there’s nothing that can bring you back; and besides, I want you this way for good."

After saying these words, she lit up another cigarette and squatted down so her chin was even with the table top. Sarah inhaled and then exhaled a huge cloud of smoke right at little Earl. She said, " It looks as if I can now get my hands on the insurance money; this time there’s no body to worry about; I’ll just stage a suicide; sure there’ll be an investigation, but they’ll never find your little self and in a few weeks I’ll get my hands on the check. Afterward, Sarah stood up, walked over to her coat and then returned to the living room table. Once again, she looked down at the little male and remarked, " I’ll be back." Earl could go nowhere with her gone, for the table was way too high for him to descend without getting hurt or even killed.

Sarah left the house and got into his car. Next, she drove three miles to a bridge that went over the Ohio River. Also, the river is large and has a strong undercurrent. She figured correctly that if anyone jumped over the edge of the bridge into the water below, he would die, and the authorities may have a difficult time finding the body. Therefore, she played this card. The brown haired lady drove up on the bridge and stopped the car halfway across. She parked it along the edge. Fortunately, it was already late in the evening and no other cars were momentarily in the area. Our lady got out of the vehicle and started to walk back home under the cover of twilight.

When Sarah got back home, she entered her house and sarcastically greeted her husband as he sat helplessly upon the living room table awaiting her next move. Then, she said, " It looks as if you killed yourself by jumping into the river off the bridge."

The lady moved over to the phone after taking off her coat. She dialed the police and awaited an answer, " Police department, can we help you?"

Sarah replied to the voice, " Yes, it’s late and my husband hasn’t come home yet from work, I’m a little worried."

The policeman at the other end ask further, " Can you give us a description of him and his car?" Sarah answered and told the officer what he wanted to know. In addition, the policeman went on, " Please tell me where he works. If you know his plate number, that would also help."

The lady replied with, " He’s an accountant and works for the record company in downtown Cincinnati. As far as his license plate is concerned, I don’t know the number." Next, the station ask for her address. She gave them the information. Finally, the officer told her the police would do all that they can. He hung up, and she did the same.

Next, Sarah turned around and ventured to her tiny man. She lit up a cigarette, inhaled, and stared down at him for a few moments. A smile crossed her face as she reached down for him after placing the cigarette between her lips. Then, Sarah raised him and said, " You don’t need these anymore." She tore off all of his clothes and returned him to the top of the table.

Earl looked up to the giantess in terror and begged, " Please, Sarah, don’t hurt me."

She answered, " I’ll give you what you deserve you little shit; from now on, you’re my little slut and toy." The gothic lady took a few more puffs from the stick and then continued to hold it loosely between her lips. Sarah turned around and unzipped her skirt. Next, she let it fall to the floor. Afterward, the beautiful woman lowered her black panties to her knees and bent down a few inches so as to have her gorgeous female ass directly over the table top. With the cigarette still in her mouth, she pointed at her beautiful behind and said, " Here, kiss, and I mean now!" Fearful for his life, the little man moved under her dominant rump and started to look upward. He moved his face to the lovely skin of her backside and started to kiss. Moreover, she made him go on for a full fifteen minutes as she puffed away and turned her head back now and then to observe his servitude. The allotted time up, our newly liberated woman reached back with one of her hands and took hold of Earl. She held him in one place below her ass as she slowly descended her butt upon the table top. Ever so slowly, she sat down on her husband, making sure that he wound up inside her crack so as not to be crushed to death. Finally, she sat her full weight on the table and enjoyed the sensation of her subordinate spouse struggling to free himself from the small space between her two spectacualr ass cheeks. However, his attempt was in vain. She had him right where she wanted. He couldn’t get out from under her ass no matter what he did. Sarah, on the other hand, just sat there for over a half hour as she smoked another cigarette and then another after that.

Finally, she got up and pulled up her attire. While laughing, she turned around and said down to Earl, " There, how’s that for a woman sitting on a man’s face?"

The humiliated male looked up toward his wife’s greatness and begged, " Please Sarah, don’t hurt me, please don’t sit on me again, I’ll do whatever you want."

Sarah replied, " You’ll do whatever I want regardless if I sit on you or not; remember, you’re mine; I can do with you as I please."

Once again, the dominant and vengeful lady reached for another cigarette and lit it up. Then, she said to Earl, " There should be a call pretty soon about your car, I’m sure they’ll find it within the next hour or two."

Sarah bent down and grabbed her man by one of his tiny week arms. She raised him to her beautiful gothic face and said after blowing smoke at him, " Here, I’ll put you in the nightstand drawer for the next few hours until I take care of this police business, after that, I’ll take you out and we’ll continue with our fun." The little man said nothing, only looked on helplessly as she walked into the bedroom and dropped him into the drawer. Afterward, the dark haired one returned to the living room and sat upon the sofa. She reached for a magazine and awaited the expected call.

Sure enough, after forty-five minutes, the phone rang. Sarah got up and walked over to it. She picked up the receiver and ask, " Who is it?"

A voice on the other end said, " Hello, this is the police, we found your husband’s car. It appears as if he’s missing, we’re not sure, but he may have committed suicide by jumping into the Ohio River."

Sarah made like she was shocked, " Oh, oh how horrible, are you doing everything you can to find if he’s really in the river?"

" Yes", replied the officer. The man went on further, " We now have his car here at the station, can you please come down and identify it? Also, we need a few statements from you just for the record."

The woman answered, " Yes, that’s fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes." Sarah hung up the phone and walked into the bedroom. She pulled open the drawer and said down to her new pet, " I’ll be gone for an hour or two, be good while I’m not here." She gave him a sarcastic grin and pushed the drawer shut. Next, the gothic dominant got her coat and purse. Our lady left the house, got into her car and proceeded to the police station.

Upon arrival, the police ask her a collection of general questions as to some of Earl’s habits, " Did he have any enemies?", " Was something wrong in his life?", etc. The inquiry went on for a half hour.

Finally, Sarah was escorted to a fenced in area and presented to Earl’s car. She said, " Yes, that’s his car."

The officer with her wrote something down and then said, " We’ll keep the vehicle for a while until the search is over and the case is solved one way or another."

The brunette replied, " I understand." In fact, she said this reply with such conviction that even the officer seemed to be somewhat moved.

Finally, the man said, " Ok, it appears as if we’ve got all we need for now, can you please sign this paper verifying that you’ve identified his car?" Sarah reached for the pad and placed her John Handcock on the line with a blue pen given to her by the policeman. Afterward, she reached for a cigarette and started to puff away. The man in blue showed her out of the premises, and Sarah returned to her car. She got in and drove home.

Sarah drove her escort into the drive of her house and gracefully got out of the vehicle. As she stepped upon the pavement, her shoes made the pleasant sound of the female walk. Moreover, the sound echoed throughout the darkness so as to be heard by the pathetic and penitent man inside the nightstand drawer. As a result, he listened on in fear and anticipation as the lady approached the front door and opened it. She entered the home, completely her home now, and went straight to the bedroom. Lady domination removed her coat and through it upon the bed. Next, she pulled open the drawer of the nightstand and looked down at her property, " Hi honey, I’m back, were you good while I was gone?", she ask mockingly.

The little creature looked up to her towering stature and while trembling said, " Yes Sarah, everything is ok with me."

His wife eyed him further with triumph and reached into her pocket for a cigarette. Then, she said after lighting up the white stick, " It looks as if they think your corpse is floating somewhere at the bottom of the Ohio; they’ll search around for a few days to a week. When they find nothing, you’ll be pronounced dead or something, and then I can contact the insurance company and get the money." She bent forward slightly, exhaled into the drawer, and spoke on, " Yea, that’ll be great, the money will take care of everything, and I can start life all over again." With victory in her eyes, she said, " From now on, no more men; the only male I’ll keep around is you for my own personal amusement." Next, Sarah gave the little pet an inquisitive glance and stated, " Let’s have a little more fun today before we turn in, shall we?" The gothic lady moved her hand into the drawer and pulled the man out and up by one of his arms. Then, she squatted down and put him upon the floor. Sarah moved one of her hands to her hip after standing up straight again and said down to Earl, " Here, you little fuck, kiss my shoe." She moved the tip of her black leather high heeled right shoe in front of him. With complete fear of his wife, the little naked man moved his tiny head forward and started to kiss the toe of her magnificent shoe. He kissed on as she smoked away and voloped in self conceit. Moreover, she indulged herself in the knowledge of her power. Indeed, the tides had now completely turned in their relationship. Furthermore, she now had more power over him than he had previously over her for very obvious reasons. For fifteen minutes, the little one kissed and adored her footwear. Finally, Sarah said, " Ok shit face, you can stop kissing. Also, the woman said, " From now on, you’ll shine these shoes whenever I deem it necessary, is that clear?" The male looked up in awe at her and slowly nodded his head in complete servitude.

Next, Sarah slipped out of her pumps before Earl and pushed the two shoes with her left foot to the side. Then, the boss said down to the slave, " Get right back at my feet and smell them; I want you to sniff and lick until I tire of your pathetic self." At this point in the late evening, her foot odor was quite intense, for she had her shoes on all day.

Earl looked up to his towering tormentor and begged, " Please, please, Sarah, you don’t know how bad it smells down here!"

Nevertheless, the lady looked down in fury and exclaimed while placing the sole of her right foot over him, " If you don’t worship my feet, I’ll crush you now!" Consequently, the little man had no choice. He made the four steps forward and started to smell her nylons. The odor was intense. Also, due to his insignificant size, the smell was magnified many times over. The little man sank to his knees before her big toe and continued to kiss, smell, and lick after she insisted he begin using his tongue.

However, foot odor was nothing compared to what await him in the next few minutes. After she tired of the ritual below her, she put out her cigarette butt in the ashtray on the nightstand and started to undress herself. Sarah removed everything and eventually stood naked before little Earl save for her panties. He gazed up at her breasts and was beginning to feel a slight sexual rush. Nevertheless, she made sure he’s to suffer. The lady reached down and raised him up. Next, Sarah pulled open the front of her panties and let Earl fall down into them. He came to a halt in her pubic bush. Further, she had a nice big triangle in front of her box. Consequently, the little man got lost in the forest as he squirmed about. Moreover, the smell was overcoming him with full force. He yelled, " Sarah, please get me out of here, I’m sick!" She only replied with laughter as she reached down to her clothes on the bed and removed another cigarette. With the lighter also removed from her jacket, she lit up another and placed it into her mouth. Earl was now literally made ill by the rancid cunt odor. It’s been over sixteen hours since she last showered, and the smell from her cavity was a killer for anything placed directly on her pussy. Eventually, the little man began to vomit and finally passed out, lying quietly at the base of her panty crotch.

Noticing the end of motion, Sarah pulled down her underwear and gazed at the unconscious one. Slowly, she removed him from her panties and held him in the palm of her sexy hand. Next, she slipped completely out of the underpants and left them lay on the floor. With her cigarette firmly between her lips, Sarah entered the bathroom, carrying the male with her. The dark haired lady walked over to the tub and laid him into it. Then, she stepped over the rim and stood directly over her quiescent pet. The boss smiled and pulled the Marlboro from her mouth as she let the piss from her bladder. Earl was startled by the liquid. He awoke and was engulfed by the warmth of urine flowing all over him. The man got to his feet and tried to move toward the end of the tub, but all was in vain, for she simply moved with him, keeping the golden shower over his head. Eventually, she stopped pissing and stepped back over the rim and onto the floor saying, " Ha, ha, piss on you asshole, there’s nothing you can do to escape me." Earl said nothing; he only sank to his knees in despair and humiliation.

Sarah blew smoke down at him and said, " Here, let’s clean up." She reached for the movable hose and turned on the cold water. The woman sprayed her man and the surrounding area within the tub. As she washed all the piss down, Earl was forced by the water down to the drain. Lucky for him, he was caught by the sieve which prevented him from being lost forever. His towering wife finished her job and turned off the water. Again, she exhaled a stream of smoke at him and took him by the torso. Sarah walked over to the toilet and placed him on the tank. Next, the lady raised the lid and sat on the seat. She took a shit in front of the male and laughed all the while as she continued to smoke away. Finally, her business was complete, lady domination reached for the toilet paper and wiped her ass. She flushed the bowl, got up, stepped over the rim of the tub, and into the shower. The brunette showered off and cleaned herself to perfection. The shower done, Sarah dried herself off and went into the bedroom. Also, she took her clothes off the bed and emptied the pockets, throwing the contents on top of the nightstand. Next, Sarah placed the used clothes into the bedroom hamper and returned to the bathroom. With her feminine hands, the woman took her husband and gracefully moved back into the bedroom. She pulled open the sheets and got in. Our dominant wife and superior covered herself and reached over to turn off the light. In complete darkness, the lady said to her possession, " Don’t you just love sleeping naked; it makes me horny." Further, she went on, " I think my pussy is getting slick." Earl knew what was next. Consequently, he let out a feint cry for mercy, but the feeble attempt was to no avail as she shoved him into her dominant cunt. The little man went in head first and was buried to his ankles before she pulled him out again and let him catch his breath. Again, Sarah forced him in. She did this repeatedly until she finally exclaimed, " Oh yes, yea, I’ve never enjoyed sex so much!" With her orgasm complete, Sarah said down to the defeated one, " So, how do you like having sex forced on you when you’re not in the mood; its really fun isn’t it?"

" Please Sarah, put me down, you’re hurting me.", whimpered Earl.

The lady gave him the reply, " I’ll decide when its over."

Sarah pulled him to her breasts and dropped him in between her two mounds. As the little live dildo lay between her pretty tits, she used both of her hands to force her boobs together.

She pushed harder and harder until she heard, " Ahh, ahh, please let me out, no, it hurts."

Finally, the gothic beauty relaxed her hold for a few moments. However, she again pushed her tits together and listened on with delight, " Sarah, please, I’m sorry for being mean to you before, please stop hurting me."

Sarah relaxed the vice and replied, " You’ll get no mercy from me, I’ll make the rest of your life a living hell; I’m going to use you for my own pleasure and that’s all there is, so you’d better get used to it."

Again, she applied the pressure and listened on to his agony and pleadings. She toyed with him for eleven minutes. Finally, Sarah let her tits go and reached her hand over in the direction of the nightstand. In the darkness, she moved her hand about in search of the drawer. Eventually, she found the knob. The vixen pulled the drawer open. With her other hand, she picked up Earl from between her tits and moved him over to the drawer. Next, she let him fall in. He hit the wooden bottom and lay there in pain. Afterward, his wife said into the eerie blackness, " Goodnight my slave, I hope you dream of me and all I can do with you." With these words, Sarah shut the drawer, rolled over, and fell to sleep.

The next morning, Sarah got up and went through her general morning routine. When she was finally dressed, the lady pulled open the nightstand drawer and said down to the captive, " Hi honey, I’ll be leaving for work soon, here are a few food scraps to carry you through the day." Therefore, Sarah dropped a couple of pieces of meat and cereal down to the little man who moved over and reached for them. He began to eat as a caged animal. However, his meal was interrupted when Sarah reached for the pack of Marlboros on top of the nightstand and lit one up. She first inhaled and next exhaled down into the drawer. As a result, Earl moved back and started to cough. She laughed on as she pushed the drawer shut leaving her husband trapped in almost total darkness. The lady shoved the rest of the contents on top of the nightstand, which she left there last night, into her pockets and walked out of the bedroom with her coat. The dominant one took her purse and ventured out to her car. Finally, she stepped into the machine and drove off to work.

Inside the employee lounge, Sarah lit up another cigarette and sat at the table waiting for her shift to begin. Three minutes later Priscilla entered and said to Sarah, " I saw the local news last night, I’m sorry if anything serious happened to Earl."

Sarah simply smiled and said, " Thanks Priscilla, whatever happens, I’ll make out fine." Eventually, her shift began and the two women went out of the lounge and off to work. Moreover, the day went by for Sarah very quickly, for with Earl off her back now, she felt much better. In fact, her life was reborn.

Finally, the shift ended and our lady drove home. As she sat behind the wheel, Sarah felt ten years younger with the knowledge that her husband was now under her thumb. Nonetheless, the only worry she now had left was the insurance company. Hopefully, the company wouldn’t give her any trouble before they decide to pay her claim after she notifies them of his " disappearance."

The brown eyed female arrived home and got out of her car. She entered the house and went straight for the bedroom. Sarah dropped her purse upon the bed and removed her coat. She flung the coat next to the purse. Then, the lady reached into her pocket and produced another cigarette. She lit up and with her other hand opened the nightstand drawer. Once again, the woman blew a stream of smoke down at her property as she reached in and raised him to her face. She said, " Hi, I’m home." After, Sarah turned toward the bed and dropped the naked little man on the blanket. Next, she temporarily laid the cigarette in the ashtray and unzipped her skirt. She let it fall to her thighs. Then, the wife lowered her panties down to the position of the skirt. She turned completely around and slowly lowered her ass on top of Earl. A few seconds later, she was sitting on him with her full weight. However, the little man was lucky that she used the bed, for its softness was the only thing preventing him from being killed. She sat for five whole minutes until she said, " No doubt about it, you’re really beneath me now!" The lady laughed on until she finally got up. Obviously, Earl was lightheaded and in pain. Every bone in his puny body ached from the pressure. Nevertheless, he wasn’t seriously hurt. Eventually, he staggered to his feet and just stood there looking up to her glory and greatness.

After Sarah pulled up her panties and skirt, she said to him, " My shoes need some shining." The woman walked over to the closet and produced the shoe shine kit. She removed the polish can and a small rag. Next, the boss lady opened the can. Afterward, she tore off two smaller pieces from the rag. Sarah placed all three items on the floor in front of her feet. Then, she slipped out of her pumps and raised Earl by the arm. He hung between her finger tips as she reached for the Marlboro left in the ashtray. The witch stuck the cigarette into her mouth and inhaled. Next, she exhaled right on the little one saying, " Slave, you can get to work now, I want those shoes shinny and clean, or your guts will be permanently imprinted into the soles." Frightened, the man nodded in agreement as she placed him on the carpet. Immediately, he picked up one of the rag pieces and dunked it into the can of polish. Next, slaveboy started the long job of smearing the polish all over her sexy pumps. He toiled as she left the room to go out into the kitchen and make herself dinner.

With the meal complete, Sarah reentered the bedroom to find her slave finished with placing all the polish on the pumps and was now buffing the shoes with the other rag part. Moreover, she stood before him with her hands on her hips and laughed away as he struggled with the cloth. Eventually, the male was finished. Sarah bent down and picked up her shoes to inspect them. The lady looked them over and finally remarked, " Not bad, little man, I knew you were good for something." Then, she placed the leather pumps back down and returned the can and rags to the closet.

Sarah spent the rest of the evening humiliating her husband as she did the previous night. Without a choice, he took it all in and obediently complied with her every command.

The next morning was Friday. She got dressed and left for work, leaving some food in the drawer for the little one. Afternoon came, and Sarah arrived home. Furthermore, she spent the weekend doing whatever she wanted totally free from Earl and his demands. Moreover, as with the previous two nights, she played and toyed with him until her lust and sadistic urges were placated.

Two weeks later, she received the official report from the police department telling her they’ve decided to declare him drowned even though the body has never been recovered. The next day, Sarah made memorial arrangements for Earl and went through the expected motions of grief that are associated with the "death" of a loved one.

A week later, Sarah filed a claim on his life insurance policy. Therefore, an agent called and ask a number of questions but in the end seemed satisfied. He finally said, " Ok, you’ll be getting a claim application in the mail; please fill it out and return it as soon as possible."

Sarah replied with, " Yes, I’ll have everything ready and filled out."

The agent said, " Again, I’m sorry about your husband." He hung up, and she did the same.

Two days later, our lady received the application via the post and eagerly filled in all the blanks. Within the same hour of receipt, she has all completed and re-mailed the form. Three days pass before she received another phone call. To her delight, the application was approved. The agent said, " Sometime this week, you should receive the claim amount in the mail."

Sarah replied, " Thanks for all you’ve done for me."

Finally, the man respectfully said goodbye and hung up.

Toward the end of the week, a check came in the mail for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. As a result, the woman jumped for joy and ran into the bedroom. Quickly, she ripped open the nightstand drawer and yelled down at the little one, " There, I got it, you little shit, all my problems are solved!" With one of her hands, she reached for her man and pushed him to her face saying, " You’ll never be able to bug me again, ha, ha; yes, I’m the boss here, and don’t you forget it!" She eyed him further and continued, " I’ve got the power now, yea, the power to do with you as I please!" Also, her ecstasy was starting to spill over into lust. Consequently, Sarah pulled her skirt and panties down and shoved the tiny man into her snatch. She used him to play with herself until she came all over his helpless frame. Finally, Sarah pulled him out of her vaginal cavity and dumped Earl back into the drawer. She slammed it shut and pulled up her attire. Next, she simply slipped into her pumps and put on her coat. The woman picked up her purse and ran to her car. Afterward, she sped to the bank and deposited the check. As the lady drove back home, her mind thought of all the investments and plans she would initiate with the money.

The next month was quite busy for Sarah as she made one investment after another. She bought real estate and stocks. Moreover, she used some of the money to pay off her credit card bills. She was now a free woman both financially and sexually. Also, all of her investment decisions turned out to be sound as she made her initial sum grow. After a few years went by, Sarah became a millionaire and retired early.

Finally, wherever she went in life, she kept her little pet with her. The gothic dark haired beauty abused and humiliated him for the remainder of their days. Likewise, she threw the worst of indignation at him and enjoyed it all as he whimpered and begged for mercy. In essence, she was in control, the boss, the dominant one. He, on the other hand, was the slave, the object, the property of his dominant wife who was now his cruel mistress!