Wrong House (Chapter 1)

Even as Renee Bel’noire’s gigantic soft-manicured fingers clenched harshly around my wriggling body while holding me up in front of her lovely face that was furiously twisted in a squint-eyed scowl, I refused to internally admit any defeat, let alone any regret for my debatably-dangerous choices here. Even though, yes, so far this escapade wasn’t quite going to plan, since I was currently gripped in the hand of an affluent blonde titaness who – if I had to guess – didn’t take kindly to strangers wandering around inside her lavish castle of a mansion. Particularly four-inch-tall tinies, who were considered less than second-class citizens, even by people with much sweeter dispositions than Renee.

Usually when I sneak into the home of a giant without permission in order to gratify certain lustful thrills that I just can’t quite get anywhere else, no one suspects I was ever there, and they definitely don’t catch me in the act. Admittedly, this was the first time it had ever happened, and a more cowardly member of my kind might’ve been freaking out already and tearfully begging the giantess for mercy, having been discovered and snatched up while I was hiding under her spacious master bedroom suite California king. But not me. Even in this moment, I showed Renee a flatly defiant non-expression, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of my dread, and was also certain that I would get out of this mess. I just wasn’t sure exactly how yet, while the elegant forty-five-year-old French-borne socialite and mother had me in her decidedly-unmaternal clutches, and was looking me up and down with a condescending sneer.

“I truly thought most of you little things had the good sense not to go crawling in places where you’re not wanted, like common vermin. But I guess that was giving you too much credit. Such a tiny head can only hold a tiny brain,” Renee declared, somehow snarling and smirking at once. She strutted across her bedroom floor while still looking me over in her hand, and paced herself gradually enough that I could hear each individual foam-clap as the giantess took a step, letting her flip-flops dangle from suspended feet, before the insole gently smacked back into her heel for a ground impact. I couldn’t actually see her summertime-adorned feet down there while she had me held so close in front of her intimidating countenance, but I was familiar enough with those meaty-soled features, to an obsessive degree, that I could perfectly picture them and their every move, even with my eyes closed. “Well, boy? What have you got to say for yourself?”

“Nothing,” I shrugged, and maybe I was tempting fate, but I even arrogantly smiled, just to show her I wasn’t afraid.

“Oh, I see. Cocky thing, aren’t you? I guess that means you’re going to make me work a little harder to get the answers I want. And to leave the right impression on you. Well, that’s all right. I’ve got the time. Unlike you,” Renee replied, unaffected by my bravado. On the inside, while I knew I probably should’ve been more nervous of all the ways she could so easily hurt me, it was hard not to still feel an intense attraction to this enigmatic woman, even in her state of refined anger. There was a reason I’d specifically chosen her house to enter and spend some very stimulating time watching certain ground-level bodily assets from the shadows. Yes, she had some of the most gorgeous feet I’d ever laid eyes on, which was the primary reason I was here, but the rest of her towering presence was almost as becoming.

The giantess finally took a seat in the corner of the bedroom upon a stately crimson armchair, crossing one leg over the other, which left one shapely size-12 foot hovering in midair while the thong of its flip-flop bobbed in the grasp of her long spa-tended toes. Though her hold on my body didn’t relent, constantly squeezing just hard enough that it was difficult for me to draw full breaths, but I wasn’t on the verge of a blackout. She plainly meant to spook me into telling her why I was here, or at least showing some major contrition. But I wasn’t going to break. I might be four inches tall, but I’m faster than I look, and all I needed was for Renee to let her guard down by putting me freely on the ground, and I’d find a way to escape. She may have been much bigger and stronger than me by nature of being a “normal-sized” human giant, and she may have been filthy rich with an attitude to match it, but I doubted she had the intelligence to make me admit anything I didn’t want to, or the reflexes to catch me again once she slipped up. All I needed was one good opportunity to outfox her.

“You’re really not going to tell me what you’re doing inside my house, then? Besides being a selfish little nuisance,” Renee asked. She combed the fingers of her free hand through her golden-streaked ponytail, then nonchalantly let her palm pass over the figure-complimenting sleekness of her flowy gem-green sundress. Her lips pursed and her gaze seemed to be trying to pierce through me, which made for an intense stare, but didn’t frighten me. “Believe me, if I’d found you making off with my jewelry, you’d already be receiving a punishment to pay back every cent of stolen property in full. Some of my neighbors say they’ve found your kind snooping around before, going after prized heirlooms, or even contaminating the food. But… not you. You haven’t stolen anything. You haven’t eaten anything. And even you can’t be foolish enough to think you could’ve made yourself a new home right under my own bed. No, it was something else.”

Inside, I had to admit to myself that maybe I’d underestimated Renee’s deduction skills. In her frustration at finding a thing like me inside her posh residence, I expected her to just ragefully assume I was here to take her pearls, rather than thinking me capable of actual rationale. She was right, of course, that I didn’t plan to steal anything, and had a much different purpose for entering her home. But I didn’t let that surprise show in my stoic face.

“Let’s see. It had to be something special about MY home that made you so bold as to think you could come in here uninvited. There are so many other houses that would’ve been easier for you to sneak inside,” Renee said. She was correct about that, too. “So it wasn’t random. And even though I only just caught you, now that I think of it, I could swear I’ve… felt… you watching me for a while now. At least a full day. When I was changing for the morning, having a glass of wine after dinner, and lying out back by the pool. I just didn’t realize it was one of you little things, but my intuition told me I wasn’t alone. That means you didn’t just stay in one room, which would’ve been the wiser choice, for a pitiful creature trying to stay hidden. No, you took the risk of following me, just as you risked coming into a home with higher security. But you stayed on the ground, all this time. Down… there.”

My heartrate was picking up now, faster than it had even when Renee first spotted me under the bed and grabbed me before I could slip away. I realized now, far too late, that I hadn’t given the woman enough credit for her IQ, while giving myself too much credit for my apparently lackluster stealth skills. She’d noticed more than I thought possible. Still, even then, I didn’t actually believe she could make that last mental leap to uncover my purpose here. But then I saw Renee’s gaze flicker away from its concentration upon me, instead catching sight of something in her peripheral – slightly to the side of me in her hand, and much closer to the ground. Back and forth, she silently scrutinized, and I realized with spine-chilling dismay that she was looking at her own midair-reposed foot with its glossy blue-polished nails, sun-kissed complexion, matching gold fourth-toe rings, and pricy poolside shoe. In a flash, the pieces fell into place. Her eyes radiantly glowed and her lips widened for an ear-to-ear smile that iced my blood. Even before she spoke again, I knew deep-down that she’d figured out precisely what I was after by being here. Though as startling as that revelation was for us both, I couldn’t have been more disbelievingly shell-shocked by what happened next.

Renee flexed her toes apart, allowing the dangled flip-flop to clop to the floor, and a half-second later, I found all four inches of my body forcibly pressed face-to-sole with the bottom of the giantess’s foot: a spot I’d been admiring from afar for a full day, as she accurately perceived, but never believed I’d ever be fortunate or endangered enough to actually touch. In fact, for obvious safety-related reasons, I’d never in my life actually come into direct contact with the foot of a giantess, having to settle into slinking around their homes and just arousingly gawking from a distance. Renee didn’t smush me hard enough against her doughy wrinkle-lined arch to inflict pain, but she wasn’t cautious either, expertly spreading her fingers and pinning so that I was quickly splayed spread-eagle against the roomy breadth of that feminine sole span. Every part of me was embraced tautly against a smooth thankfully-yielding wall of tender undersole flesh, which felt plush-soft if ever-so-slightly damp with a sheen of summer sweat, but scented with expensive eucalyptus oils and vanilla lotion in addition to that touch of humid musk. I resumed trying to pointlessly fight back again, squirming for all I was worth to peel myself away from that imposing stranglehold between Renee’s hand and her foot, but I still laughably outmatched, and not going anywhere until she chose to remove me. And even while I did indeed feel an emergent need to get away now, having badly miscalculated how smart the giantess was or what she might do if she found me out, a part of me also felt too sexually enchanted by this rare opportunity for a sultry embrace with a foot as immaculate as hers to squander it.