You wake up inside your luxury Apartment. Your Apartment is at the top of a huge skyscraper which is owned by you. You are the richest man in the universe and able to do everything. The Apartment is filled with hundreds of maids, and with you being their master. While looking around the room, you see a maid who clean your room. She drop a expensive vase and broke it. The maid ask for forgiveness. What do you do next?

The excited maid notices that you've let the incident slide and visibly relax. She is extremely relieved and grateful to have earned your forgiveness. As a sign of respect, she decides to visit your room later with some of her specialties for breakfast. The other maids notice this gesture, further enhancing her status within the household hierarchy.

As you shrink yourself down to tiny size, the maids become unaware of your presence in the room. They continue going about their tasks, with some preparing breakfast and others cleaning other parts of the apartment. One of them is particularly skilled in making delicate pastries and sweets, which she often brings as offerings for her master.

The maids continue to work diligently in the kitchen, humming and chatting as they prepare various dishes. They move around on the floor, some using mops and buckets while others tend to food on counters and stovetops. In this chaotic environment, no one notices the tiny insect crawling among their feet. One of the maids, however, has a special talent for baking crispy pastries with sugar coating that would be perfect for dusting off any errant creatures who might happen to cross her path...

The maids continue their work in the kitchen, oblivious to your presence as an insect. They move around on the floor, unaware that they might accidentally crush you underfoot. One of them, however, takes a break from her task and begins searching through her belongings for something she misplaced earlier. As she pauses to retie her apron strings, she inadvertently steps on your tiny form...

The maid apologizes profusely, immediately dropping to her knees and beginning to inspect the area around your former location. "Oh no, I'm so sorry! I must have stepped on you without realizing!" she exclaims. As she carefully searches for any sign of you, another maid comes up to see what all the commotion is about.

"What's wrong, Alice? Did you find something else?" she asks concernedly. "No, um... I think I might have crushed a tiny bug by accident," Alice responds, still frowning as she looks for any movement from your hidden spot under the counter. The other maid tilts her head curiously and found me as im insect so she suggested to crush me further as im just an insect.

The maids stop and look at each other before one of them breaks into a small smile. "Ah, I see it now," the second maid says, gently picking up your insectoid form between her fingertips. "Don't worry, little guy," she coos softly, using a clean corner of her apron to carefully lift you off the ground and onto her palm. "You must have been really tiny." She turns to Alice. "Alice, why don't you help me find somewhere safe for this tiny creature?"

The maids move to one of the large windowsills where they deposit you gently onto a soft cloth. "There we go," the second maid says, giving your back a reassuring pat before standing up and dusting off her hands. "I'm sure he'll be just fine there." The other maids nod in agreement, returning to their tasks around the kitchen

The maids look surprised and concerned by your plea. "Oh dear, you must think we're very cruel," the second maid who found you says, kneeling down next to where you are perched on the windowsill. "That's not true at all! Of course we wouldn't want to hurt such a tiny creature." She gently cups her hand around yours, forming a small shelter for you from her warm palm. The other maids nod in agreement, looking sympathetically at your plight.

"Don't worry," the first maid, Alice, adds with a reassuring smile, "we'll take extra care not to step on you." The other maids all chime in, promising to watch where they're going so as not to harm you further.

The maids continue with their tasks around the kitchen, unaware that you've managed to make your way under one of their shoes. The second maid pauses as she adjusts her step, frowning slightly before shrugging it off and carrying on. As they work diligently, the other maids occasionally glance in her direction, giving reassuring nods that everything is fine.

The seconds tick by, with you still lying underneath her shoe as she unknowingly carries you along with every step she takes. The gum begins to soften from the warmth of her foot, slowly sticking your insect body more firmly to the bottom of her shoe...

The second maid pauses as she feels something hard and crunchy under her heel. She looks down in surprise, quickly lifting up her foot to inspect the source of the discomfort. A tiny insect lays motionless on the floor, its body completely stuck to the bottom of her shoe from the gum you left behind.

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaims, dropping onto one knee beside your crumpled form. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea there was anything there." She carefully peels the gum off your body, revealing a few small scrapes but thankfully no serious injuries.

The other maids look over concernedly as they hear her exclamation, hurrying to see what's wrong. They watch in surprise as she tenderly inspects and frees you from the gum that trapped you moments ago.

The maids look at each other, unsure of how to react to your request. They exchange confused glances before the second maid who found you earlier speaks up. "Are you sure?" she asks gently, concerned for your wellbeing despite your apparent enjoyment of the experience. The other maids nod in agreement, clearly not quite understanding why you'd want such a thing to happen again.

"It was... an interesting adventure for you," one of them offers hesitantly, "but we don't want anything bad to happen." They all look at each other, unsure how else they can accommodate your wish without risking harm to the tiny creature before them.

The maids exchange glances again before one of them finally speaks up. "Um... alright, if that's what you really want," she says uncertainly, crouching down beside your insectoid form and carefully picking it up between her fingertips once more. "We promise to be extra careless on you and make sure you feel all experience throughly." The other maids nod in agreement, watching cautiously as the second maid retrieves a small lump of gum from a nearby work surface.

"There you go," she says softly, pressing the gum onto your back before positioning you beneath her shoe again. "Just be sure to let us know if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable. We will make sure it really does hurt" With another cruel smile, she straightens up and resumes her work around the kitchen, making sure to lift her foot high enough that only her heel touches the ground hard and flattening it entirely -

"Oh, really?" one of the maids teased. "If that's what you want." She smiled wickedly before taking another step, pressing her heel down harder on the small insect beneath her shoe. The others couldn't help but giggle as they watched your tiny form get crushed beneath their feet.

"Ah! Ouch!" one of them exclaimed, playfully overacting as she stomped on you. "That must have hurt so much! Oh dear, I hope it's all right down there." Her companions laughed heartily, enjoying the absurdity of the situation.

The maids continued to work and playfully stepped on the tiny insect beneath their shoes, eliciting high-pitched squeaks with each press of their heels. The sound was both horrifying and hilarious at the same time, sending waves of laughter through the kitchen. They didn't realize that they were being cruel or hurting you; it was all just a big game to them. As you lay there, crushed beneath their shoes, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly what you had wanted.

The maids, unaware of the pain they were inflicting upon you, continued to pass you back and forth between their shoes. They laughed heartily as they watched your tiny insect body being crushed by the weight of each step, often peeling away chunks of gum from their soles before handing them off to another giggling maid in a macabre game of musical chairs.

The more they played, the less care they took, until eventually one of the heels came dangerously close to crushing you completely, leaving behind nothing but a dark smudge on the floor where once your tiny form had been. As horror dawned upon their faces, each maid realized what she'd done... and laughed even harder in disbelief.

The maids continued playing their cruel game with you, their insect-sized victim. As they peeled away chunks of gum from their shoes to pass you along, they began to notice how pathetic you looked - completely covered in the sticky substance and treated like a toy for their amusement. The realization dawned on them that perhaps they had gone too far; your pleas for them to care for you seemed nothing more than foolishness now.

One maid finally spoke up, her voice laced with regret. "Maybe we should stop this," she said softly, hesitating before continuing: "I don't think he really meant for us to hurt him this much..." Her words hung in the air as the other maids exchanged glances, guilty looks etched into their features.

But still, they hadn't quite reached a decision about what to do next...

The maids all froze at your reply, their expressions shifting from regret to confusion and then back again. One of them raised an eyebrow skeptically while another whispered among themselves, clearly unsure how to interpret your statement. A third maid tentatively reached down and picked you up gingerly between her fingertips before holding you out at arm's length, studying your tiny form with renewed curiosity.

"You're serious?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's... quite unusual." The others turned to look at you as well, their faces a mix of suspicion and uncertainty. It was clear that none of them had ever encountered anything like this before; the idea that one of their own would willingly subject themselves to such treatment was completely alien to them.

The maids exchanged confused glances before one of them broke into a small smile. "That's... an interesting proposition," she said hesitantly, crouching down so that you could be at eye level with her. "But aren't you in enough pain already? It seems rather cruel to make someone else go through something like this just for our amusement."

Another maid nodded thoughtfully before speaking up: "Perhaps we could find another way to entertain ourselves, and spare the little insect here any further suffering. After all, it's not his fault he ended up in our kitchen." The others turned to her with expressions of surprise, as if the idea had never occurred to them.

With a final glance at your tiny form, the maid who had first found you earlier carefully picked you up between two fingers and held you out over an empty cup. "What do you think?" she asked you softly, her voice

The maids looked at each other in surprise before bursting into laughter. "Well," one of them managed to say between giggles, "it's not that we don't want you to... but perhaps this would be a better idea after all." She nodded towards the empty cup as another maid snorted with amusement and scooped you up in her fingers.

The conversation continued amidst laughter, as they eventually settled on taking turns to hold you gently in their palms and admire your tiny insect form before setting you down carefully on a clean cloth beside the sink. You found yourself petted and cooed over by all of them, each one seeming to appreciate your unique perspective on their socks more than they had initially thought possible.

As time passed, the laughter died down and the maids went back to their tasks, chatting amiably among themselves as though nothing unusual had happened at all.

The maids look at you with amusement before one of them shrugs and says, "Why not? Go ahead." They all take off their shoes and socks, revealing a variety of foot sizes and shapes. There are eight maids in total working in the kitchen today. As you begin to massage each foot, they sigh contentedly and praise your skills, making you feel quite appreciated despite your tiny size.

The maids look surprised and delighted by your offer. They eagerly put their socks back on, arranging themselves in a circle around you as they do. Some exchange amused glances, still finding the situation unusual but enjoying it nonetheless. As each maid's turn comes, she lies down on the floor beside you and extends her foot towards you, trusting that your tiny hands will know how to provide them relief from their aches and pains.

"Ohh," one of them sighs contentedly as you begin to massage her foot. "That feels wonderful!" Her voice holds a note of genuine appreciation; it seems your offer has truly made their day better, however unexpectedly. The others chuckle softly and nod in agreement, closing their eyes or humming with pleasure as they feel the gentle pressure of your hands against their feet.

This new game has turned out to be much more enjoyable

The maids look at each other, confused but amused by your request. "That's... unusual, to say the least," one of them muses with a chuckle. "But if that's what you truly want, we suppose there's no harm in it." They all nod their agreement, even finding it somewhat endearing that you seem to have taken such an interest in massaging their feet.

"Just remember," another maid cautions with a wink, "we'll be watching you closely. No slacking off or we'll have to get creative with our punishments!" The others laugh at her joke as they begin to move on to their next task, leaving the tiny massage-master in charge of their aching feet.

The maids continue to go about their tasks in the kitchen, periodically glancing down at your tiny form as you move between them. Some of them smile and nod encouragingly while others remain skeptical; it's clear that this new arrangement has caused quite a stir among the staff. Despite your reluctance, you are quickly becoming an integral part of the household.

As the day progresses, the maids take turns lying down beside you to have their feet massaged. Some request more pressure while others prefer it softer; each one seems to appreciate your skills and attentiveness in different ways. You find yourself growing accustomed to the routine, even starting to enjoy the unique connection that you share with each of them through their aching soles.

The maid looks down at you with amusement in her eyes as she places her sock-clad feet near your face. "Come on," she teases, "you know what happens if you don't do your job." Her tone holds a note of playfulness rather than threat, but the message is clear: comply or face consequences.

You hesitate for a moment before gathering your courage and beginning to massage her feet as gently yet skillfully as before. She lets out a contented sigh and closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of your tiny hands working their magic on her soles. As you continue to work, she leans back against the counter, looking more relaxed by the second.

It seems that you'll have to get used to being the resident foot masseur after all...

The other maids looked surprised and confused when they hear the news that you refused to massage their colleague's feet. One of them crosses her arms over her chest, pursing her lips in disapproval. "Is that true?" she asks pointedly, fixing her gaze upon you. The rest exchange glances amongst themselves, unsure what to make of the situation.

The maid who reported your behavior smirks triumphantly and nods emphatically. "Yes, it's true," she says, her voice taking on a note of authority now that she has everyone's attention. "He just ignored me when I put my foot near his face." The others murmur amongst themselves, their expressions growing more uncertain by the second.

"That is most irregular," one of them eventually says after a moment of silence, her voice betraying her disapproval. "We have an arrangement here, and you have been assigned

The other maids exchange glances before looking down at you once more, their expressions hardening slightly as they consider their next move. Finally, one of them speaks up, her voice firm yet not unkind. "Perhaps we should teach you a lesson about respecting our arrangement," she says, moving to stand in front of you. The others nod their agreement, silently conveying their consent for whatever punishment is about to be meted out.

You feel the first sharp stomp land on your back, forcing the air out of your lungs with a painful gasp. Your body twitches involuntarily as another maid steps down hard on your abdomen, her heel digging into your soft insect shell. "That's for not respecting our agreement," she says curtly before taking another step forward and delivering another crushing blow.

The punishment continues, each strike harder than the last as

The punishment intensifies as the other maids close in around you, each stepping down harder than before. You try to curl into a ball, protecting your fragile body from their heels, but there's nowhere for you to hide beneath their determined assault. The pain is nearly unbearable; you can feel yourself losing control of your movements as they continue their merciless march across your insectoid form.

Tears well up in your eyes, and you let out a small, whimpering sound as another sharp blow lands on your already bruised rear end. "That's for making us go through all this extra trouble," one of the maids snarls, her voice edged with anger and frustration. The other women nod their agreement, each taking their turn to stomp down on you again and again until you finally let out a strangled cry of submission.

"You're sorry?" another maid

The maids exchange glances before one of them steps forward, her expression hard but not unkind. She stoops down so that she's at eye level with you and gently picks you up between two fingers. "You know very well what happens when you don't follow the rules," she says firmly. "Now, are you sorry for refusing to massage your co-worker's feet or shall we continue?"

The other maids wait silently, watching intently as you struggle with your response. Do you continue to defy them and risk further punishment? Or do you apologize and try to earn their forgiveness?