Wrong House 2 (Chapter 1)

It felt like months had passed since I became the property of Renee Bel’noire. Even though it had actually only been a week to the day that she took me captive while I was brazenly lurking through the elegant well-moneyed forty-five-year-old French giantess’s humongous fortress of a mansion. Of course, a sick optimist might say it was lucky that she exercised her dominance over me by “only” keeping me in a cage and turning my own fetish against me with repeated forcible trysts while nakedly pressed to the bottom of her admittedly-sultry foot, rather than violently picking my body apart with tweezers, like she so easily could have done if she chose instead.

But even though most of my days spent in captivity consisted of being teased, groped, and involuntarily satisfied via fondling against Renee’s meaty toes while she mocked me for my weakness and forced me to call her “Mommy,” rather than being physically tortured, I had a hard time looking on the bright side of this situation. I’d never feared normal-sized humans before. Others of my kind had always warned me to stop taking risks and just stay hidden in seclusion where we were safe. But despite being four inches tall all my life, I’ve always had the bravado of a titan, and so never hesitated to gamble with my safety by sneaking into gargantuan abodes, just for the chance to gratify my fantasies. At least until a week ago, when I was taught for the first time to absolutely dread a giantess who also just so happened to have the sexiest softest most-mind-blowing feet I’d ever seen (let alone touched). And then this morning, when I awoke for the seventh day inside this tabletop jail to see not just Renee, but also another made-up high-and-mighty equally-colossal woman of similar age and beauty strutting toward my habitat, I had a bad feeling I’d soon be taught to be terrified of a second monumental being.

“Good morning, my little horny boy!” my owner declared with a haughty drawl and an undercurrent of sarcastic flirtation. She caressed her manicured fingertips over the cage bars, then dragged it closer to the table’s edge as both giantesses paused, overlooking my naked four-inch self withheld behind the metal grating. “What do you say now?”

“Good morning…” I sighed in defeat, then knowing what else she expected to hear, I added before Renee could remind me in annoyance: “…Mommy.”

“Wonderful! Exactly how I taught you!” Renee said with delight, and loudly clapped her hands. “I suppose you really can learn new things, can’t you, even with such a small brain? And I would hate for you to have embarrassed me in front of company. Especially my own sister. By the way, this is Amelia. I thought it was time you met her, now that I’ve trained you into a bit less of an animal. Listen closely, now. I expect you will show her the same respect and obedience that is your natural state while in the presence of your betters, just as you have begun learning for me. Do not make me regret that decision by showing any improper manners, or we will have to resort to a more… draconian education for you. And no one wants that, little thing. Especially you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I grunted in painful deference.

“Perfect! There’s my good horny boy,” Renee beamed, and only then opened the cage door.

For the first couple days after my capture, she’d simply reached her hand inside to extract me when she felt like screwing with me again, but for the last several, she’d taken to beckoning me to come out on my own instead. Which might’ve been welcome, since it was at least a few seconds when I was still allowed control over my own body before Renee turned me into her toy again, but somehow it turned out to be even more humiliating to have to crawl out of my barred hovel while in the nude, voluntarily presenting myself like a piece of meat for sacrifice. Once outside on the tabletop, trying not to shiver either from jittery nerves or unfortunate pre-emptive stimulus in my loins, I was able to take in the looming visage of both my towering owner and her sister Amelia. The newcomer giantess’s hair was darker and straighter than Renee’s, and her build was a tad bustier and more full-bodied compared to her sibling’s trim and svelte silhouette, but the two women were undeniably related just based on their piercing gemlike eyes alone. Plus, as I quickly discovered while they looked down at me, they shared the exact same condescendingly triumphant pearly-white grin.

“Looks like you’ve done some good work with him already. His training seems to be coming along well. Hello there, little fellow! I’ve heard a LOT about you! Though, one thing my sister did forget to tell me is what a handsome cutie you are in person,” Amelia said with a wink and a lick at the corner of her lip. Even her voice sounded similar to Renee’s, though unlike her sister, her tone had less of an automatically caustic snarl and instead more of an unironic seductiveness to it – almost mischievously coquettish. This caught me just as off-guard as my owner’s bullyish demeanor. “Now, since you call my sister Mommy, it seems only right that you call me your Aunty, doesn’t it?”

I couldn’t hide a flinch of discomfort at this idea, but upon seeing Renee raise an eyebrow and nod in anticipation of my compliance, I knew this wasn’t a question but a command. Keeping steady, I replied: “Yes, Aunty.”

Amelia gave an over-dramatic swoon of approval over this response, while Renee pursed her lips in apparent contentment so far with my performance. A part of me still hoped that she only planned to introduce us before leaving me alone in my cage again, but a nagging feeling told me I wasn’t going to be so lucky, and that theory was proven when my “Aunty” reached out, taking me into her softly clenched fist. Her grip wasn’t quite as firmly iron-taut as her sister’s, which was appreciated, but I still hadn’t quite gotten used to the violating sensation of palm and finger flesh squeezed around all of my nakedness at once, knowing she only had to let go for me to drop into freefall. Amelia held me up to her face for closer examination, while Renee observed at the level of her sibling’s shoulder. Her eyes lit up as she turned me over in her hand.

“Well, sis,” Amelia said. “Now that he and I are getting acquainted, are you going to show me what other impressive things you’ve trained him to do? I’m just aching to know!”

“Yes, I have a few ideas in mind,” Renee answered.

Not one minute later, I found myself in what was becoming a distressingly familiar position, only now with the redoubled shame of knowing there were two basically-omnipotent giantesses watching me at my lowest point instead of just one. Renee settled cozily into an armchair, crossed one leg up over the other as she liked to do while manhandling me, then after letting her sandal drop from her stately sun-glazed foot, brought my quivering body up toward its wrinkled underbelly. My face passed in front of the gold ring adorning the middle toe of her digits, still bearing that blue-hued polish on her spa-ready nails, and then was jammed right into the gap between the two largest shafts. Suddenly I had Renee’s big and second toes mushing around my skull, not caving in hard enough to make it hurt, but still exacting a strong vice-grip with enough thrust that I could feel every detail of decadently pithy peach-rosy flesh making up that tender groove between digits as they casually kneaded my sputtering face. Per usual, her warm skin forced me to absorb a misty frosting of summer sweat, plus the now-expected scent of expensive herbal oils and sugary-sweet lotion.