The CEO and the Cleaning Lady

The office building stood silent after hours, its glass panels reflecting the city’s midnight lights. On the top floor, Victoria Lang—CEO of LangTech Industries—leaned back in her leather chair, a smirk tugging at the corners of her crimson lips.

She wasn’t alone.

Down by her feet, barely six inches tall, stood her former janitor, Alex. Or rather—cowered. His tiny hands trembled as he looked up at the towering woman who once passed him in the hallways without so much as a glance. Now, she owned him. Literally.

Earlier that week, Victoria had received a prototype from the company’s secret division—a miniaturization ray, unstable but functional. She tested it once on a pencil. Then a plant. And then… on Alex.

He had wandered into her private office late one evening while she was changing. He stammered an apology, but she saw an opportunity: a man who saw too much, but more importantly—a man she could break.

“You always lingered when I passed, didn’t you?” she purred, her stiletto heel slamming down beside him, the force knocking him to his knees. “Tell me, little man… Do you still enjoy the view now?”

Alex couldn’t answer. His mouth was dry, heart pounding, body overwhelmed with a strange mix of fear and arousal.

Victoria’s manicured fingers slowly reached down and pinched the collar of his tiny uniform, lifting him effortlessly into the air. She dangled him above her cleavage, letting his feet kick in panic before slowly lowering him between her soft, perfumed breasts.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered, her voice like thunder. “My toy. My pet. My tiny little stress relief.”

She sat back, trapping him between her curves as she returned to her emails, casually typing as if there wasn’t a shrunken man squirming inside her blouse. Every now and then, she’d press her fingers against him, reminding him that escape wasn’t an option.

Alex knew this wasn’t punishment—it was ownership.

And part of him… loved it.