Looking Up

By Pamela Pleases

Most days just seemed to repeat over and over, with nothing too exciting or different ever happening – just sleep, work, watch television, and then back to sleep again.  I was alone.  But one day, something happened that changed my life. 

To escape the need to always be perfect, I had dreams and fantasies but didn’t get much opportunity to bring these imaginative thoughts to reality...until one evening, I noticed something moving by my front door.  It seems I wasn’t alone any more.  I had never seen anything like it!

Looking up at me was a frightened creature.  Only about 10” tall, the shivering animal stood erect.  Upon closer examination, I saw that it was hairless and a light color—skin tone actually.  As I bent down to take a closer look, my eyes popped even wider as I realized that it was a tiny man!  The poor thing looked terrified and lost, and so sad and miserable.  My heart leapt in my throat as I realized that a curious, wonderful gift had found its way to my doorstep. 

My mind was racing as thousands of questions arose…questions like, could the creature talk?  Why was it only 10 inches tall?  How did it find its way to my doorstep?  Where did it come from?   When I bent down and set my hand down in front of him, I was surprised to find that it crawled onto my outstretched palm.  When I raised my hand, I gasped.  He definitely was a little man!  A human being that was only 10 inches tall…how was that possible? 

Bringing my hand closer, I whispered, “Hello, my name is Pamela.  Do you have a name?” Silence. “Little man, can you talk?  Do you speak English?” I asked. 

“Um, yes,” he stammered softly.   

“And your name?” I pursued. “I don’t know.  I can’t remember anything just now,” the miniature man mumbled.  Hanging his head, he thought of his immediate needs, and added with a little more pleading in his voice, “May I please get something to wear?  It’s terribly cold, and I’m also quite hungry.”   His hands were covering his genitals, so he could remember to be modest. 

I could see that he was shivering, trying to decide if he should wrap his arms around himself to warm his chest, or if he should remain modest in front of me, a giant woman who could hold him in the palm of my hand.  I enjoyed watching him concentrate on this dilemma. “Why of course, little man.  I’ll take you inside and get you something to eat and a warm blanket.  I’m afraid I don’t have any clothes your size, though!” 

Unlocking the door with my free hand, we entered my home--and his new prison.  There was no way I was going to let this wonderful find ever escape from my control.  Life had just gotten quite exciting! In the family room, I set the mini-man on the couch, and cooed, “Don’t worry, I will get you a blanket and some food.  Just wait here for a few minutes.”  Rushing upstairs, I got out an old pair of socks and cut a hole at the toe end and two small cuts for the arms to go through.  Then I went to the linen closet and pulled out a fleece lap blanket.  Bounding back down the stairs, I said, “I don’t have anything to fit you so I made a makeshift garment for you.  It won’t be very flattering I’m afraid, but it should help warm you up.  Raise your arms for me.  That’s a good boy.”   I slid the sock over his head, and pulled it wider so he could maneuver his arms through the arm holes.  “There now, that should help warm you up.  Now I will warm up some soup for you.”   

After I placed the blanket around him, I got some soup out of the pantry.  Pouring it in a bowl, I placed it in the microwave to heat it up.  Fumbling through the cabinets, I frantically tried to find something small to serve it in, since he was so tiny.  I had some tiny bowls that were used for baking (about 1 inch wide).  It was kind of heavy, but I didn’t have much else to use.  Since I didn’t have any silverware that small, I grinned broadly.  He would have to lap up the soup like a dog!   I found myself looking forward to seeing how he would react to that kind of humiliation.   After pulling a small dessert plate out of the cabinet, I placed the tiny bowl of soup on it.  Then I pulled out a piece of bread and pulled a small corner of it apart and put it on the plate beside the bowl.  Carrying it into the family room, I set it on a table. 

Then I gently picked up the man (I was going to have to give him a name, if he didn’t remember it soon), and spread the blanket across my lap and put him on top of it.   I picked up the plate and put that beside him.  “I’m sorry I don’t have any silverware your size.  You will have to do the best you can without it.  Maybe use the bread to soak it up, or come up with something else.  It will help make you warmer too.  Bon appetite!” He looked up at me, then at the bowl, then back at me with a sad, pathetic expression.  I tried very hard not to smile at his dismay, not wanting to make him feel even worse. 

Slowly, he moved his little arms further through the sock’s holes, and he plucked a small piece of bread with his petite hands.  Frankly, he looked hysterical dressed in a sock, and I tried desperately not to laugh out loud.  Meanwhile, he dipped the crumb of bread into the bowl and gingerly raised it to his mouth, testing the temperature of the soup.  Once he saw that it was just right, he hungrily gobbled down the first piece.  Then he repeated with more of the bread, using it as his utensil.  When he ran out of the bread, however, he started looking miserable again.   

“That’s okay, you can get to the soup if you lap it up.  Don’t be embarrassed.  I will try to go to the store tomorrow and get some dollhouse furniture and look at clothing from the Barbie and Ken collection of doll clothing.   So eat. You need your energy.” 

I tried to reassure him, because I was anxiously waiting to see if he would eat like a dog does.   After another pause as he pondered his dilemma, the hunger must have won because I watched as he leaned over the bowl and started to suck up some of the soup.  It got all over his face, but he kept lapping.  I had no idea when he had last had anything to eat, so I wasn’t sure if I would get to enjoy this kind of humiliation very often. 

But I am sure I could come up with other things to torment the little guy.  What could he do, after all?  He couldn’t escape from my house, and I wondered if he realized yet that he was now mine to do with as I pleased. By now, it was getting a bit late, close to my bedtime.  I wondered what I should do with him for the night.  Should I put him in my bed with me?  Should I make a bed in one of my drawers?  Where would he go to the bathroom?  What else was I forgetting to think of? 

Searching through the cabinets again, I found a small Tupperware bowl that had a plastic lid.  It would be about the right height for him to sit on, so I sacrificed the bowl to be turned into a little man’s toilet.  I cut the lid in a curve so he could sit, and I put some litter inside the bowl. Then I replaced the lid, minus the little “seat” area. Walking back to the family room, I set the “toilet” beside him, and said, “See if this fits okay.” 

Embarrassed, he did get up and sat on the lid. “This will work fine. Thank you, ma’am.  What should I call you?  I don’t remember much, so you can call me what you like, until I remember.”  He looked down, hanging his head in shame.   

“You can call me Ms. Pamela.  I’ll call you Tim. Does that sound okay?”  Inside, I was giggling to myself, because I chose Tim because of the old singer, Tiny Tim (“Tip Toe Through the Tulips”).  My secret. “Tim it is.  Thanks.  Are you as tired as I am?”  He had stood up to try to regain some dignity. “Let’s go upstairs.  I’ll show you the bedroom.” 

I reached down and he stepped into my open palm.  He looked so cute in his “sock” with holes.   Together, we went up the stairs, and I turned on the light.  Striding over to the dresser, I opened the deepest drawer, took out some of the clothes, and put a shirt on top of some other clothing that served as padding for his makeshift bed.  On the other side of the drawer, I placed his Tupperware Toilet that I had made.  Another shirt was handy that he could use as a blanket.   “Sleep well, Tim.  Tomorrow is Saturday so we will have all day to get to know one another.  For now, you need your rest.  Good night.” 

I set Tim down and watched as he scanned his “bedroom”, left and right.  Unfortunately, it was not a look of joy; it was more of exhaustion and resignation.  Slowly, I think it was dawning on him that he was not free any more, if he had ever been.  Maybe he had been held captive by someone else before me, and was so traumatized that he had lost his memory.  Whatever had happened though, I would try to be a better owner.  Well, most of the time, I would try. 

But the evil thoughts going through my mind would make it very difficult to fall asleep quickly.   All night long, I tossed and turned as I tried to get the little man’s future out of my mind so that I could fall into a deep sleep.  Then, when I finally did fall into a deep slumber, I had dreams of my new captive.  Apparently, this tiny Tim was going to preoccupy a lot of my time and thoughts.  And I liked it!  It gave me a reason to get up that morning. 

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggg! The alarm clock awakened me from a deep sleep.  Stretching, I smiled and thought of giving my new “pet” his first bath.  Slipping the blankets off, I placed my bare feet beside my bed and rose to go wake up Tim. Padding across the room to the dresser, I peered inside the drawer and found him curled in the fetal position on one of my shirt.  During the evening, he probably had gotten warm because he was totally nude.  Curious, I looked on the opposite side of his “room” to see if he had used his Tupperware Toilet, and when I saw a wet spot AND a brown one, I smiled, trying to picture his little butt sitting over the hole I had cut.   

Reaching in, I gently poked him on his foot to wake him.  Just as I had done, he stretched, exposing himself to me from head to toe, probably not quite realizing where he was.  As he opened his eyes and saw me leaning over, he quickly pulled the sleeve of my shirt (his sheet) over his genitals.   “Awww, don’t be shy, Tim.  I have seen plenty of naked men in my day, but no one as interesting as YOU, of course.  Are you ready to start a new day?” 

“Um, where am I?” he mumbled, pulling the sheet up to his chin.   

“Don’t you remember?  I found you on my doorstep yesterday when I came home from work.  I’m Pamela.  You didn’t remember your own name, so I am calling you Tim for now.  Is that okay?” I asked softly, trying to calm him down a bit. 

“All I remember is being hungry and cold and then asleep.  Under the sheet, he was slipping the sock with holes I had cut for him over his head.  He slowly stood up and looked around again.  Is this your room?” he asked. 

“No, silly boy.  This drawer is YOUR room.  But this is my house.  And now it is yours too.  You are going to live with me.  But first, we need to get you cleaned up and fed.  Come with me,” I said as I placed my hand into the drawer.  Timidly, he backed away from my palm.   “Come on, Tim.  You don’t have anywhere else to go, and a nice hot bath should make you feel much better.  Besides, you don’t really have choice, now do you?” I tapped my finger to the front of the drawer, and told him, “Come to me.  You can trust me.” 

He stood still, backing up another step.  “Don’t make me reach for you, little man.  Or you will get mighty hungry.  I’ll count to three, and you can make up your mind.  One… Two… Thr…” I stopped abruptly as he ran over to where my palm was waiting for him to mount. “Good boy!” I cooed as I raised him up and held him close to my breast, hiding behind the thin silky fabric of my nightgown.  My nipples were erect, poking through prominently, because I was so excited by this creature under my complete control.  

Holding him with one hand, I started to run some hot water in the sink.  Looking down, I noticed that he had noticed my nipple but was trying not to be obvious about it.  Grinning, I placed the stopper in the sink and added a teaspoon of bubble bath.  As the bubbles formed, I turned off the running water and set Tim down on the counter.   “Now, let me take this off you. Raise your arms,” I commanded.  I didn’t want him to feel as if he had a choice, and it worked. Turning red, he hung his head, but raised his arms obediently.  This time, he didn’t try to hide his genitals, but if he had, I was ready to scold him.  Perhaps he was getting the message. 

Pulling the sock over his head, he was once again nude.  I picked him up and set him inside his tub, my sink.  “Is it too hot?” I asked as I dipped just his feet into the water. 

“No, ma’am, it is fine.” Now covered in bubbles, the redness in his face dissipated as his genitals disappeared into the suds.  I gave him a cotton ball to use as a sponge and scraped a little soap off the big bar with my fingernail to form a tiny soap bar that would fit in his hands.    Scrubbing the best he could, I noticed that he still turned his back to me when he washed his genitals.  I was fine with that, because I was going to dry him off with a washrag and conduct an inspection of his body before serving breakfast.   

While he was bathing, I slipped out of my nightgown and stepped into the shower.  I washed my hair, and ran my hands over my body, soaping it up well.  When I washed my own private parts, I noticed that I was wet – very wet – even before I turned the water on.  My nipples were still hard little knobs, and my heart was beating a bit faster than normal with anticipation.  First, I dried myself off, and then I reached for the washrag. “Are you all done?” I asked, as if he had a choice. 

“Yes, ma’am.”  He struggled to try to climb out of the sink on his own, but it was too steep and slippery.  I held back a giggle, and then picked him up.  I wrapped him up in his towel, and dried him off gently.  I saved the best part for last, as I knew that he was dreading it intensely.  The redness reappeared in his tiny cheeks, as I used the corner of the rag to tenderly pat dry his penis.  Then, I used one of my fingers to slowly stroke it, up and down.  Amused, I watched as it became stiff.  I took a second finger and started stroking and lightly squeezing, as it grew even longer.  His face was a dark red now, but I heard his breath starting to get more ragged as his excitement grew along with his penis.   After just a few more moments of stroking, his cock erupted with a tiny spurt of semen, and his knees collapsed with the pleasure that racked through his body.  “Oh!” he cried, as he covered his face with his hands.   

“Don’t be ashamed, Tim.  That was so enjoyable for me to watch you climax like that.  We will have to do that a lot, don’t you agree?” Wiping the little white liquid off my finger, I cleaned him up and brought him into the bedroom.  Placing him on the bedspread, I sat down beside him.  His head was still hanging down, and his hands were once again trying to cover himself.   

“May I please have some clothes to wear?” he whined. 

“Oh, no.  You will be naked from now on. I want you to be exposed to me just like you are now.  Move your hands away, so I may see all of you whenever I want to.  In exchange for me taking care of you, allowing me to have access to your wonderful little body is pretty fair, don’t you think?” I asked. 

No response.   

“Well?” I asked again, in a harsher tone.  “I am sitting here naked as well.  Why don’t we both explore one another, if that will make you feel better.” His head rose.  Then, slowly, his hands moved to his sides. 

“Yes, ma’am.  I agree to your terms,” he replied in a whiny tone.  

“We are going to get along just fine then!  Now, you will be permitted to explore my body.  Let’s start here,” I said as I lifted him and set him down on my chest, as I lay down on my back.   

Frozen where I placed him on my chest, Tim struggled with what to do next.  He realized that he was my entertainment, and he was not pleased with those prospects.  Yet he also knew he had no choice but to resign himself to my authority and power over him.   Confused, because for the first time since he arrived at my door, he now had some freedom, granted by me, to explore as he chose to do, and he was helpless to act.  Perhaps he did enjoy my commands more than he let on.   

“So, you agree to my terms.  Yet you are still hesitant, aren’t you?” I asked softly, trying to make him feel more comfortable.  “Being naked and under my protection is not so bad, is it?  You are safe, and I will be kind, as long as you behave and please me.  That won’t be so difficult, don’t you agree?”  I tried to give him simple questions, requiring only a ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ but he was still frozen.   “Look at me, Tim,” I commanded, placing my finger under his chin and gently lifting it so he would be forced to look at my face, about 1 foot away. 

He sat nestled between my breasts, cushioned by their full, plumpness.  “If you do not answer me promptly from now on, then you will see how I punish you, instead of how I will care for your needs.   You do not want to be punished, do you?” I barked. 

Shivering now, he raised his hands to hold my finger, and replied in a gasp, “No, ma’am. I don’t want you to hurt me.  I don’t want to be here. I want…I want to…”  His words hung in the air, as he tried to complete a sentence to which there were no ending.  

“You have no idea WHAT you want, Tim. You want what I want you to want from now on, understood?  And right now, I want you to get to know me, and feel more comfortable with me, so that you will learn to trust me.  When I command you to do something, you will do so willingly, to please me, and to gain rewards for yourself, because you have no choice, now do you?”  I growled at him, frustrated at his cowardice and timidity.  Realizing that I was being tough on the little guy, I waited a few moments for him to stop breathing so hard, and for his heart to stop pounding so hard.   

“Are you ready now?” I said in a soft, sexy voice, soothing him with my finger across his back, and down along the line of his buttocks, as I pushed him up into a standing position.  Trying to regain his balance, his two small feet pressed into my right breast, indenting the flesh ever so slightly since he didn’t weigh that much. 

Glancing left and right, I could see that he was starting to explore his new world with new eyes.  Perhaps resigned to his place, I could see that he was attempting to gather his strength and courage, to take the first step, literally and physically.   As he moved across the rounded flesh toward the nipple of my right breast, I started to giggle a bit because his feet tickled me as they stepped across my flesh.  Giggling caused a minor earthquake for him.  He stumbled forward onto his knees, and his face literally ran into my nipple, pressing against his cheek.

“Arrgghhh,” he cried, trying to regain his footing.   

“Crawl,” I commanded.  “Clumsy little man!  Since you can’t walk, we will have to start you off with baby steps…and babies start by crawling.  And babies also nurse by sucking on their mother’s teats, so since you are there already, I want you to lick my nipple, and suckle as best you can with your tiny, inadequate little mouth.”   His head snapped around to look directly in my eyes, like I had had to force him to do earlier.  Shocked at my request, his mouth dropped open.  “You heard me! Do it! Or the baby will need a spanking!”  I giggled again, and the shaking caused him to reposition himself so he would not roll off my breast completely.  He grasped my erect nipple with his hands to steady himself.   

To my pleased surprise, he shifted his body, moving his knees so that his face was looking in my direction.  But his butt was on the opposite side of my nipple.  Kneeling with his scrotum and penis outside of my view was something I did not want him to get away with, but he was boldly staring at my face as he lowered his head to the tip of my nipple.  I liked this gumption he was showing.   

His pink tongue dragged slowly across the huge mound of my nipple.  His hands gripped it on either side, and he squeezed as firmly as he could as he licked the top like a big lollypop.  The pressure he exerted was pleasant, but what pleased me most was his defiance.  He kept his eyes open, locked on mine, as he “worked” on my nipple, as I had commanded.  Unsure how to take this, I allowed him this bold moment...for now any way.      

As he nibbled on the pink knob while locking his eyes on mine, I tried to control my body’s urge to squirm in response to his suckling.  I couldn’t let Tim see that he had any control over me, so I chose to discipline his attempt to hide his private parts from my view.  “Turn around,” I commanded.  “Show me your ass while you are sucking on my nipple.  Change position now, or I’ll do it for you.”  I hoped that my voice sounded stronger than it felt.  His attentions were arousing me, and I didn’t want him to sense the hunger that I was feeling. 

My finger tapped his butt on the side, and he maneuvered clockwise around my nipple as best as he could on his hands and knees.   Now, his scrotum hung in my view, while his face headed toward my feet, breaking his gaze into my eyes.  He moved his knees together as he realized the view I now had.   “Now, now…don’t hide from me.  Spread those legs so I can see you.”  Reluctantly, he complied, and I was proud that he did so without breaking the rhythm of his sucking and kneading of my nipple. 

Reaching between his legs with my finger, I slowly rubbed his genitals in the same rhythm as his mouth, just so he knew that I could, but not enough to get him excited again.  “Good boy,” I cooed, as I patted his butt lightly with my finger pad.  “You are doing a fine job, but don’t you have more to explore?  You may proceed with that now, because I do have other plans for you today.”  Quickly, he shifted his body away from my finger.  Then he rose from his kneeling position, releasing my nipple from his grasp. 

Stepping carefully over my tummy, he headed down toward my legs.  He avoided my genitals and raced by, almost running along my thigh, down my shin, and then to the foot.  Since there was no place else to go, he jumped down onto the bed, and looked back toward my face, frozen in place and obviously trying to figure out what to do next.      

“Sit,” I commanded, patting the bed with my open palm.  “You can’t climb off this bed without falling, so I suggest you do as I say.”   Resigned to the truth I stated, he plopped down, hanging his head sadly.   Swinging my feet off the bed, I padded to my closet and chose some clothes to wear.  The blouse I chose had a pocket that would be perfect for carrying Tim.  While getting dressed, I noticed that Tim was watching, but he was trying to hide it by glancing away if I looked in his direction.    

“You don’t need clothing, do you?” I asked, not expecting an answer.  “You enjoy being exposed to me, and I like that you are totally accessible.  No one else is going to see you, so there is nothing to be ashamed about.  All you need to worry about is pleasing me, and that is pretty easy, as you have seen.  Now, you must be hungry again, so let’s go to the kitchen.  Hop in,” I said, as I opened the pocket on my blouse.  I reached down to pick Tim up, and he climbed in my hand slowly.  I dropped him into my pocket, and he fit well.   

Holding onto the edge of the pocket, he looked around as I left the bedroom and walked downstairs.  I got out some pancake mix, syrup and oil, and I prepared breakfast.  As I flipped the pancakes, I made sure not to splash any oil because I didn’t want to burn Tim or myself.  I made some tiny little pancakes for him, and placed them on a small plate with a few drops of syrup.  We sat at the dining room table, and I pulled him out of my pocket and sat him on a placemat with the small plate in front of him.   “Be careful.  They are hot,” I warned. 

Remember, he had to eat with his fingers since I didn’t have silverware for him.   I slowly picked up a piece with my fork and ate a bite while I watched how he was going to handle this situation.  Obviously he was hungry, and eating with his hands was a small price to pay.  He broke a piece of pancake off, dipped it in the syrup, and ate it slowly.  “Yummm,” he said softly, almost too low for me to hear.  I smiled.   

“I’m glad you like them.  Eat up.  You’ll need your energy.”   When we finished, I picked up the syrup bottle to put it away, and then I had an idea. “Come here, Tim,” I stated.  He held his hands up because they were so sticky. 

Picking him up, I turned the bottle over and poured a few squirts onto Tim’s back.  “Ewwww,” he screamed, trying to squirm out of my grip.   I lifted him up, and then dragged my tongue over his back, lapping up the syrup.  My tongue wiggled around his arms, up and down his sides, and down around his tiny buttocks.  Then I turned him and took first one hand and then the other into my mouth to suck off the remains of the sticky syrup.  Clearly, he was angry, and uncomfortable, but he kept silent.   

“Now, isn’t that better?” I mocked.   I set him down on the table, and watched as he wiped his hands on his thighs, and tried to dry off from the saliva bath he had just survived.  He moved further away from me unconsciously.  I gave him some privacy as I cleared the table and did the dishes.  Then I returned to pick him up again, but he had moved to the far end of the table to put distance between us.   

“Now, now…come here,” I barked, tapping my finger on the table.  “Don’t make me wait for you.  Get over here, now.”   

Angry, he stomped over to where my finger tapped the table.  I held out my palm and forced him to climb aboard, so that he had to do it willingly, instead of me forcing him to do it.  That angered him even more. In the kitchen, I turned on the warm water, and put a cereal bowl in the sink with a bit of soap.  Soon, his second bubble bath was ready, and I slid him into the makeshift tub.  “Since you didn’t like the bath I gave you, you are free to wash yourself again now.”   

Quickly he splashed water over his body, unsure how long I was going to permit him to bathe, so he was taking advantage of it.  He wiped away a bit of remaining syrup, and the saliva, as best he could.  Then he rubbed his genitals and underarms, ducking his head under the water and scrubbing his hair, too.  He kept his eyes closed while doing this, because he knew that I was watching carefully, and I am sure he wanted to pretend that he was alone. After a bit, I left the sink for a while to finish cleaning up the kitchen. 

I put away the oil and pancake mix.  Giving him some privacy for his bath would please him, and I wanted him to let the anger pass.  I wanted him to be more open to my suggestions, so that I wouldn’t have to bully as much as persuade.  After all, it was still morning, and we had lots of time to spend together.  I wonder if he was looking forward to it as much as I was, but somehow, I doubted it! 

While Tim finished bathing, I set up the family room with a DVD that I had rented.  I was curious how he would react to the film made from the classic novel, Gulliver’s Travels.  I moved the footstool to in front of my couch, and got out a lap blanket.   Returning to the kitchen, I cheerfully asked, “So, are you all done with your bath?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.   

Picking him up carefully (because he was slippery when wet), I got a kitchen towel and wrapped him in it.  Drying him carefully, he seemed to relax and permit me to get the last moisture off his body parts without fighting me.  It seems he was becoming more comfortable with my control.  Or at least it seemed that way.   

After he was dry, I carried him into the family room, and I sat down and put my feet up on the footstool.  I turned on the DVD Player, and hit the play button.  I unbuttoned my blouse a few buttons, and placed Tim on my chest, cushioned by one of my plump breasts that now served as a makeshift “chair” for him.   “Here is a treat for you, Tim.  It is a movie about a man who traveled into various worlds, where there were giants, and also small people…kind of like you.  I thought you might enjoy seeing some of your ‘kind.’  Are you comfortable sitting on my breast like that?”   

“Uh, ah…I am a bit chilly,” he stammered.   

“Here,” I said, as I opened my bra and slipped his feet inside the cup, forming a tight blanket over his lower body.  “Is that better?” Squirming a bit, trying to get comfortable, he found a position and relaxed into it.  His squirming tickled me, but I let him get into a nice position. 

His feet were resting on top of my nipple that was forming a footrest for him so he didn’t slide further into my bra’s cup.  The pressure on my breast and nipple felt nice.   The movie was starting, but I heard him say in a soft voice, “Thank you, ma’am.  I can’t recall ever seeing a movie, but then, I don’t remember much at all.  I look forward to enjoying this time with you.” I had a feeling that he was stretching the truth a bit, but I was glad that he was at least pretending to be grateful. 

Putting my feet up, I pulled the blanket over my lap and chest and began to enjoy the film with my new little buddy. As my chest rose up and down, Tim moved with the rhythm, but he didn’t seem to mind it.  As my mind was being massaged by the film’s message, I relaxed.  Tim, on the other hand. wanted to watch the film, but his mind was racing.   So as I was lost in the film, Tim was thinking to himself.  “Where did I come from?  It wasn’t from Lilliputia or a fantasy world like in this film, because I am HERE.  I’m not a fictional character.  But why can’t I remember anything?  I couldn’t have just appeared out of thin air.  And being with this giantess is so unnerving, because she makes me feel so helpless.  But that doesn’t seem like the real me.  I must have been the way I feel inside…proud, strong, and confident … but when I am with her, I am just a thing, to be used at her will.  When she reaches her hand toward me, I am so intimidated, but if only I were the same size as she is, I know that I would be the one in charge.  It isn’t fair!  Why am I so small?  My heart is big, but that won’t get me out of this predicament.”  

A funny line in the movie got me laughing, so Tim was bounced a bit as my laughter disturbed the patterned breathing and jostled my chest.  He looked up at me briefly, before continuing his internal dialogue.   “Although I can’t protect myself from her, I do think she won’t hurt me, so maybe I should be braver and stand up to her more.  Actually, she is quite stunning.  When she made me suck her nipple, it was actually exciting, but I didn’t want her to know that I liked it.  And when she was stroking my dick, it felt incredibly wonderful.  She allowed me to see her body, but, being so small, I was too afraid to go near her genitals.  What if she shoves me inside her pussy!  How horrifying and unimaginable!  Her body is gorgeous, but it isn’t MY size.  Where did this giantess come from?  Is she the only one, and the rest of the world is like ME?  I need to get out of here to see.  But she could squash me at any time, or rip my genitals off without even trying hard.  So why would I fight her or anger her?  But I can’t keep just being her plaything!  It is too humiliating!  She won’t even let me cover myself.  She feeds me like an animal.  Where is my dignity? How do I get it back?  What can I do to escape?  Where could I go if I did escape?  Is this to be my life, from now on?  Are there others out there like me, or are they like her?  Can I live like this?  I am tucked inside her bra right now!  What else will she think of to do to me?  Why can’t I just sit on the couch next to her?” As he struggled with his thoughts, he shifted his position and pressed down on my nipple, drawing my attention.  He couldn’t get his mind around what was happening to him, and that just didn’t even matter to me.  Mindlessly, I gently reached up and patted him through the fabric of the bra.   

“Please, ma’am, may I sit beside you?” he boldly asked. Raising my eyebrow, I looked down at his face. 

“You don’t enjoy being against my breast?” His eyes lowered, and his courage faded. 

Trying to regain composure, he barked out, “I want you to treat me like a person!  I AM a real person!  Please, don’t do this to me.” 

Laughing, I lifted him from my bra, and held him before me.  “You are too small to be a ‘real’ person.  You can’t do anything for yourself.  I have to do it for you, just like I would for a pet, or a baby.  You should be grateful, rather than so insolent.  Do you want to make me angry?  Are you testing me?  I think you better reconsider that, and fast.  So, do you want to apologize now for being a demanding little brat?  Or do you want me to punish you now?” 

Gritting his teeth, he put his hands on his waist and spit out, “No, I don’t want to apologize!  I want you to treat me like a human being, which I am.  Size shouldn’t matter!” 

Shocked at his display of courage, I wasn’t sure exactly how to proceed.  Slowly, I lowered him onto the couch while I thought about what would happen to him next. Chest heaving with the exertion of rebellion, he sat down beside me, still in quite a huff.  Amused and angered at the same time, I let him settle down beside me to think about what may happen next.   It is my philosophy to never punish anyone, or any creature for that matter, in anger.  So, I too used the time to calm down. 

The movie was nearing its end, so I decided to wait for the credits to start rolling before I would speak again. In the meanwhile, Tim pulled his knees up against his chest and wrapped his tiny arms around them, comforting himself as best he could.  “What was I thinking!” he thought to himself.  “I can’t believe that I pissed her off like that!  She can do anything to my tiny body…and I can’t stop her.  My only choice is to submit to her wishes, but is that kind of true submission something that is inside me?  Am I capable of doing anything she wishes?  Not only is her body HUGE, her dominant personality is enormous as well.  Sure, sure, sure – size shouldn’t matter, but it DOES.  Look at me!  This giantess is completely in charge of me because I am so small and am completely helpless to do much of anything for myself.” 

Squirming, and hugging his legs a bit tighter, he continued his thoughts.  “I have things to offer.  What if she won’t let me show her that side of me?  Or is she so narrow-minded that all she sees is a tiny body.  What about my big heart?   If I anger her, she could just discard me, like she does the trash.  I couldn’t survive…at least not without my memories to help me find my people.  What on earth am I going to do now?  More importantly, what is SHE going to do – to me?” 

Afraid to look up at the giantess beside him, he pretended to watch the movie, as she appeared to be doing as well.  Killing time was killing him.   As his breathing slowed down, his thoughts slowed from the panicky ones to trying to figure out his next move.  A realization came up him.  “What if I can show her what I can do?  Then perhaps she won’t feel the need to punish me, and she may even reward me?  What if demanding to be treated as an equal, as a human being, I show her that I am?” 

He glanced at the giantess, and thought of his options.  Her legs were propped on the footstool, covered slightly by her lightweight skirt and the lap blanket.  Her bra was still exposed under her open blouse, and her arms were crossed across her chest.   Releasing his legs, he stretched them out and moved closer to her thigh.  Slowly, he started pulling the fabric up her leg, exposing her skin to his touch.  He didn’t dare look up to see if she was reacting, because if he did, he was going to lose his courage if she was frowning down at him.  Instead, he moved faster now.  He crawled up and across her thigh toward where her private parts were hidden under a thin silky fabric of her panties. 

Slipping his hands under the waistband, he tugged at it to lower it as best as he could.  To his surprise, she lifted her hips to allow the panties to be glided down over her hips, and he rushed to accomplish this task before she lowered herself back onto the couch.   Next, he reached for the treasure hidden between her pink lips…the little knob that he knew instinctively was the key to making this giantess writhe with pleasure under his tiny but insistent pressure.  Rubbing the clit with both hands, up and down in a rhythmic motion, he worked up a sweat. 

Using one knee to steady himself, he began to use the other knee to rub the soft lip along her opening.  He moved it up and down in the same pace as his hands.  Then he slid it inside the juicy opening, trying not to slip.  Finding it easier to keep his legs together, he maneuvered both legs so that his feet were inside her vaginal opening, in a seated position, while his hands gripped the massaged the clit steadily, keeping her in a heated state.  He could tell she was pleased by the amount of juices that were gathering around his legs.   Trying to use his entire body as a sex toy, he moved in and out with his lower body, while dragging his hands up and down her clit.  He reached down and buried his face next to the clit and sucked and licked it as best as he could, trying to add as many sensations as his tiny body would allow. 

Moaning loudly now, I shifted my hips and tensed my legs as the orgasm racked through my body.  The swollen lips pulsed and squeezed against his hips and legs, vibrating against his entire body.  Surprisingly, his cock had become erect during all this attention to me, his giant mistress, and as my pussy walls pressed against him, he climaxed at the same time.   His tiny spurt of sperm mixed with the juices that flowed freely from within me, becoming lost as quickly as they had arrived.    

Panting from the exertion, I reached down to pluck Tim from my vagina.  I wrapped the edge of the blanket around his nakedness and wiped my juices from his body.  With my other hand, I pulled up my panties.  Then, I put Tim back down on the couch beside me.  Crossing my arms over my chest again, I went back to watching the movie.  The credits would begin soon, and I wanted to have a decision made before they were over.   What punishment should be meted out to my tiny captive?  His attempt to distract me was quite amusing.  The warmth that I still felt in my loins was very pleasing.  Who could have thought that this little creature could give me such pleasure?  But should he be allowed to bribe his way out of the punishment he deserved? Or not?  Should I be lenient, or would that disappoint him in the end?  Perhaps he wanted to submit to my punishment, and was just pretending to fight me?  Perhaps he was testing my resolve to control him? 

Thankfully, the movie was still running, and I had some time to think, and to recover from the wonderful orgasm I had just been granted by my little “toy.”  Trembling a bit as he sat beside the giant who would determine his fate, Tim tried to consider what to do next.  He had rattled the cage of a giant, literally!  Now, he had to face whatever music she chose to play, and he was terrified.   

As the movie ended, I shifted position so I could reach the remote and turn off the TV.  Dropping it on the couch so it actually bounced beside Tim, I smiled as I saw him jump, attempting to dodge the huge object before it landed on his head or lap.   “Now, do you have anything to say to me, Tim?” I asked calmly. “

Uh, I…um,” he stammered.  “I don’t know.  I think I was pretty clear already.”  Although he was trying to be brave, he couldn’t look me in the eye.   

“I am waiting for you to apologize. But I can see you are not ready to do that.”  Sighing heavily, I continued.  “I think you want to allow yourself to be comfortable in your submission to me, but you can’t admit it to yourself.  I have given you food, a warm place to sleep, a bath, and orgasms, and you have not been hurt, except perhaps your pride.  You say you want to be treated as a human, and I admire your courage.  But I will not put up with insubordination or disobedience, so I have decided on your punishment.  Before I tell you what it is, do you have any questions?” 

“Please don’t hurt me,” he mumbled softly. 

“That is not a question, Tim.  Do you have any questions?” I poked him with my index finger on his chest.  “Well?” 

“Why are you doing this to me?” he cried out, plaintively. 

“My dear little man, I am helping you.  To prove that to you, here is what I am going to do.”  I lifted him up and set him down on the floor.  “Follow me,” I said as I moved toward the back door.  Uncertain of what to do next, he did follow behind me. Opening the back door, I said, “Get out.  If you want to stay with me, and abide by my rules, then you may knock on the glass door here, and I will consider taking you back under my care.  I am pretty sure you need to relieve your bladder by now, so consider this as your opportunity to use the good ol’ outdoors as your restroom.  And after you are done, you can consider what it is that you want to do next.  Oh, and be careful! There is a hawk that lives in that big tree over there to the right, so stick to the bushes, or YOU may be dinner.”   

Tim was not moving, so I used my toe to push him toward the door. 

“Go on, get out.  Think about what you want to do while you are outside, not wasting my time…  It was nice meeting you, little guy. Maybe I will see you later.” 

Stepping over the threshold, he stood in place as I closed the door behind him.      

Before Tim had a chance to turn around to see if I was standing in the doorway or not, I left the family room to go into the kitchen, where I couldn’t be seen. My heart was racing because I was taking a big chance.  Or was I? Hesitating just a moment more, Tim knew he had to move, so he scanned the “world” before him.  His first objective was to find out if he could see the hawk that I had told him about.  To the left were a few bushes, and a shed.  On the other side of the paved patio, there was a swimming pool surrounded by flowers and plants, and to the right, there was a BBQ grill and another shed.  Moving from the doorway, he ran to cover of a bush that was beside the doorway.  Fortunately, he didn’t see any sign of the predatory bird.  Feeling a bit more confident now that he had some cover, he took a bit longer to survey his surroundings.   Then, the realization struck him… 

Along the perimeter of the back yard, there was a tall wooden structure—a privacy fence!  Was there an opening large enough for him to escape?  Or was this freedom thing just something to dangle before him?  If he tried to find the opening, and there was not one, then he was still in my control and my confidence in him would be gone.  If he went to the door and knocked without looking for an opening in the fence, then he may be able to gain my forgiveness for not trying to escape.  Should he accept the inevitable power I held, or should he risk his life trying to find an escape? Standing in the kitchen, I peeked out the window to see if Tim moved any further. 

I couldn’t imagine what was going through his mind, but I knew that he was pretty intelligent, and that he would come up with the right decision.  Just about then, I heard a tiny “tap, tap, tap” on the glass door. 

Smiling broadly, I went to the door and looked down.  Standing with his head hanging down, and his hands covering his genitals (like when I first saw him), Tim collapsed on the cement patio.  His sobbing wracked his small body, and even from where I stood, I could see the pain he was experiencing.  Covering his face, he tried to hide his shame.  Bending over, I thought about gently lifting him to my bosom to console him, but realized that kindness was something that he would not be able to stand right now.   

Instead of comfort, I picked him up by his right foot, and hung him upside down in front of my face.  “What is this that I found at my door?”  Shaking him a bit, he waved his arms around trying to stabilize himself as best as he could in his totally undignified position. 

“Hey! Arrrgggh, let me down!” he cried. 

“Sure!” I cooed, as I walked over to the pool.  Flinging Tim into the pool, his tiny splash would have embarrassed even the worst cannon-baller.   

“Yikes!” he screamed, splashing his arms to stay afloat.  Then he started to swim toward the edge of the pool.  As he approached the side, I reached down and with one index finger I pushed his head back under the water.  Bubbles rose.  When I released him, his head popped back to the surface, and he swam out of my reach. 

“Help!” he gurgled. “Stop! Don’t!” The long pole had a skimmer net on the end, so I reached it out and scooped him out of the pool.  Nothing was out of my reach.  Bouncing in the middle of the net, he rolled around as I maneuvered the net onto the patio.  Setting him down, he sputtered and caught his breath again. 

“Now, Tim, is there something you wanted to say to me?” I asked as I reached my hand down and opened it in front of him.   Shivering, more from fear than from the cold water, he looked up at me.  His sobbing had stopped, and fear had replaced anger. 

“Forgive me, ma’am.  Would you take me back?” 

“You agree to be mine, to do with as I please, little man?” Crawling onto my open palm, he remained silent, hoping I would take his surrender non-verbally.  He was wrong. 

I took my finger and lifted his chin so our eyes were locked.  “Well?” Refusing to reply to me directly, I was once again forced to humiliate him, and at the same time, demonstrate my power over him.  I picked him up by his right ankle and held him upside down (again).  Wiggling him like a rag doll, I held him up so his face was in front of my eyes (only upside down).  I wouldn’t stop until he was looking at me with a docile – not a defiant – expression.

“Do you agree to surrender yourself to me?” I asked again, swinging him left and right like a pendulum.   

“Ahhhh!” he screamed, “Please, let me down!  I am small, compared to you, Ma’am, but I am a person. Please, stop!”  

Bringing him into the house, I lowered his body and walked with my arms swinging, and him dangling as well.   

“Oh defiant one, you will surrender to me.  Some day, you most definitely will.  For now, though, you need to be disciplined.” 

I sat down on the couch and removed one of my dangling earrings.  It was made of 10 strands of beaded wires, and amazingly it looked like a mini-flogger.  Laying Tim across my thigh, I was amused as he struggled to free himself, unsuccessfully.  At first, I dragged the beaded strands across his back and buttocks and down his legs.  Then I made some tiny strokes, in a figure eight formation.  I wasn’t sure how much strength I could put behind each blow, so I started slowly.  Holding him down with one hand, I continued striking his back and buttocks, sometimes in a pattern, and sometimes just across the back.  His skin slowly started turning pink, and then from pink to red.  He flinched and squirmed after each strike of the flogger.  Screaming and pleading for me to stop, I kept it up, ignoring his cries for mercy.  When I tired of flogging Tim (and his back and butt was a nice bright red), I released him so he could rise. 

“Ma’am, why are you doing this to me?  I came back to you!  Wasn’t that enough?” 

"Will you surrender to me?  Will you be mine?” I asked again.   

Hanging his head while rubbing his sore buttocks, he struggled with what to say or do next.  “Please don’t hurt me.  I am trying to do as you ask, but it is so hard.  Telling you that I will surrender myself to you is so not like me.  I can’t do it.  Why are you making me say it?  I knocked on your door, and returned to be under your protection.  Isn’t that enough?  Please, don’t hit me any more.  I will be good and do as you say.  I promise.”   

Not quite satisfied with his willingness to submit, I reached over to the table where I had placed my next tool of torment.  It was a Trojan lubricated condom.  I ripped it open slowly and tossed the wrapper at Tim like a Frisbee, causing him to jump sideways or be knocked over.  He took a few steps backwards, trying to get out of my reach.   

“Tim!” I stated, “Get over here.  You know better than to back away from me by now!”  I patted my thigh, and said a bit harshly, “Climb up here, NOW!”   

Wiping a tear from his cheek, he was so miserable, but he knew he had no choice.  Hanging his head and moving slowly, he complied with my request, moving up my leg and positioning himself in the same position that I had him in moments before.  He was assuming the punishment position all on his own.  Good boy!   

I slipped the condom over his feet and up his body, pushing his arms inside the condom’s tight wrapping so that all that was free was now his head.  The see-through material allowed me to see his body encased in the latex, so I could see him struggling and squirming.  He did not dare speak.  I was pretty sure that the lubricant was pretty uncomfortable and he was squeezed on all sides of his body. 

Taking the paperclip I had on the table, I hooked it through the top of the condom, and then I lifted him up to hang him on a picture hook on the wall behind me.  I heard a small sob escape from him, even though he tried to hide it from me. Patting his butt through the latex, I said, “Now, you can hang out here for a while and think about what you want to do next.  It’s attitude adjustment time.  We can keep going like this, or you can surrender to me, and your life will definitely improve.  Now, don’t cry.  I am not going to hurt you any more…today.  So please just calm down and make up your mind.  You took your punishment like a trooper, and I am so proud of you.” 

I got up and left Tim hanging on the wall.  While I was gone, I wish I could have heard what was going on in his mind.  Hanging on a picture hook on a wall, in a condom prison, was more than humiliating. 

How low could he sink?  Sobbing silently, he tried to get a grip on his emotions as he watched his giant tormenter stalk out of the room.  His sobs slowed after some time passed and he regained some composure.  The rubber surrounding his body was beginning to raise his body temperature, and surprisingly, it felt like a warm blanket hugging him.  He could use some comfort right about now.   He thought to himself, “Snap out of it! Think!  Should I just surrender?  Obedience can’t be that hard, and service to her is tolerable most of the time.  Is she a horrible giant monster, or would she really take care of me?  Do I have any choice?  She tossed me around like a rag doll.  Does she like me at all?”   

Squirming in his cocoon, he tried to get in a more comfortable position.  He continued his thoughts.  “When she was punishing me, it wasn’t more than I could take, so perhaps if I just let go, as she wishes, life would be easier for me.  I don’t think I could fake it though, so can I truly surrender?  Maybe I am thinking too much, and letting my pride get in the way of my life.”   

As he completed his last thought, the warmth washing over him caused him to be very sleepy.  But more than that, the realization that he had finally reached a decision lifted a weight from his tiny shoulders. His head fell backward against the wall and he drifted to sleep. 

Working gently so I wouldn’t wake him up, I plucked my little sleeping beauty off the wall and placed him gently in the tiny bed of a dollhouse that I had dug out of my garage.  While he slept, I had positioned it in my family room.  It was a lovely two-level home with a music room, bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen.  Mom had fully furnished the tiny house, including a nice couch, chairs, bedroom set, a kitchen table, and a dining room.  The kitchen even had some plates, bowls and silver ware that were just about the right size for Tim.  I left Tim inside his condom, but pulled a little miniature comforter over his bound body to wait until he awakened.   

At last, he woke up and struggled to move.  Waiting for him to realize his new place, I stood outside the open side of the dollhouse, as he jerked his head around, taking in the appearance of his new room.  Before he had an opportunity to say anything, I pulled off the blanket and picked him up by the collar of the condom.  I moved slowly, lifting him up so that he could see the rooms of the dollhouse, but also purposefully, so he would still feel disjointed.   

“Sleeping Beauty awakes!” I cooed.  “Just in time, too.  I have been horny and need a toy to play with.”  I lay back on the couch and lifted my skirt, exposing my wet nakedness.  Holding the nice, stiff condom by the “shoulders”, I slid him inside my moist tunnel.  In and out, I maneuvered him, ignoring his muffled cries.  As he was being pushed in and out of my pussy, he tried desperately to look around and see what the new structure in the family room was.  Being forced to serve as a dildo, he tried to focus on his “new house” rather than his current predicament.   Climaxing quickly, I pulled him out, and slowly peeled back the condom from his naked skin. 

“Ummmm, that was good for me, sweetie.  Is there something you wanted to say?” I asked as I placed him on my chest, still heaving from the exertion of the orgasm.   

Collapsing onto his knees, cushioned by my meaty breasts, he took a submissive position, bowing before me.  “Ma’am, I agree to surrender to you in obedience and service, if that is what you would like.  I do this freely, and will do my best to please you.” 

Lifting him off my breast, I sat up and planted a kiss on his tiny cheek.  “That is wonderful!  Let’s celebrate.” “Now that you are all nice and rested, I want to play some more.”  I reached for the body paint kit that I had found, and set it on the table by the couch.  “Come here, little man.”  He rushed to climb up my thigh and stood before me. 

“Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs a bit.”  Dipping the paintbrush into the blue paint, I stroked his thigh, painting a pair of jeans onto his lower half.  Then I chose another color, and painted a shirt on his chest.  The horsehair brush tickled Tim, and he struggled to hold still.  “

Hold onto my finger now while I lift you up,” I commanded. Then, as I painted some brown shoes on his feet as he dangled from my finger, he laughed uncontrollable as the brush flicked between his toes and along the bottoms of his feet. 

“Hold still, Tim.  I am almost done.  You are ticklish, aren’t you?”  When I finished, I lifted my finger with him hanging from it to blow across his skin to make the paint dry faster.  Finally, I lowered him back onto my thigh and held up a mirror so he could admire my handy work.  “So, what do you think?” I asked, giggling.  His laughter was contagious.   

“Uh, very nice ma’am. Thank you,” he mumbled. What he didn’t know was that it was edible paint.  So after I finished admiring my art, I picked him up again by his waist, and turned him upside down.  First, I started by sucking on his left foot and thigh, and then his right foot. 

“Yummy!” I said.  “You are just like a Popsicle.”  Then my tongue dragged across his thighs, and butt, back and arms.  Hanging upside down as I finished licking off the last of the paint, Tim endured it all without a word.   

Earlier, I had placed some food and drink in his new tiny dining room, so I picked him up again and planted him in his new home.  “Bon appetite,” I said.   

Timidly, Tim looked back at me, unsure if I was “done” with him yet or not.  When I didn’t make a move to direct his next actions, he looked back at the dining room table.  Several small bowls of food and a glass were positioned on the table. There was even a tiny placemat and silverware.   

He pulled out the chair and sat down.  He placed the tiny napkin across his lap, covering his naked genitals.  Picking up a fork for the first time since he was in my presence, he took a mouthful of food and lifted it to his mouth.  Just as he was about to take the bite, I had to interrupt.  “Tim, put the fork down!” I commanded, causing him to jump, and he dropped the fork out of surprise.  “You have not yet earned the right to use the silverware.  I will permit you to use the new plates and bowls, but you must continue eating without silverware until I tell you otherwise.  That sounds fair, don’t you think?” I asked.  “After all, I am giving you access to this lovely dollhouse.  Withholding use of silverware seems pretty fair. Right?” 

“But I did what you…” he started to say, and then thought better of it.  “Yes, ma’am.  Thank you for the privilege of sitting at the table.  May I eat now?”  He lowered his head, and refused to look in my direction for my reply. 

“Yes, dear. Go ahead and eat…just no silverware.  I want to watch you eat like the first night you were here.”  I left the silverware on the table to remind him of his limitations. As if he could read my mind, he shoved the silverware out of his reach, struggling to control his anger.  Lifting a morsel of food again from his plate – this time with his fingers – he lifted it to his mouth.  Chewing slowly, he tried to control his temper. After a few more bites, he seemed to be enjoying his meal, forgetting the silverware.   

As his hunger dissipated, he pushed away from the table.  Lifting the napkin from his lap, he wiped his mouth, and set the napkin on the table. Unsure about what to do next, he tried to be as normal as possible, so he got up to clear off the table.  He carried the dishes to the kitchen.  There was no running water in the dollhouse, but he placed the dishes in the sink.   Then he looked around and saw a stairway leading to what he hoped was a bedroom.  He was exhausted, emotionally and physically. 

When he reached the top of the stairs, his eyes popped open wide as he saw the bed where earlier he had been plucked so his giantess could resume his torment.  Hoping to get some rest, he crawled under the blanket, and gratefully dozed off to sleep.   While Tim dozed, I went about preparing for our next play date.  Well, I considered it play.  It didn’t matter what he thought.  Especially now that he willingly surrendered to me.      

As Tim slept, I struggled to organize all the thoughts that were tumbling through my mind.  There were so many options available to me, and choosing what to do next was proving difficult.  But I always enjoy a challenge, and this was a good problem to have.   Inspired by one of my ideas, I rushed upstairs to find my old sewing box.  Inside, I found some Velcro strips.  The interesting thing about Velcro is that one side is soft, and one is rough.  Taking some thread, I carefully sewed a few of the strips of the rough side together to form a mat that I could use as a punishment mattress for Tim, in place of the nice comfortable one in the dollhouse bed upon which he was currently sleeping.  I slipped it in my pocket as I pondered what my next step would be. 

While I was upstairs, I got the Tupperware toilet that I had made out of the dresser drawer and cleaned it out.  Then I went to the kitchen to get a small spoon that could be used as a scoop for the litter inside his makeshift toilet.  I placed them in the dollhouse’s bathroom, since it did not have running water, and I had to take care of some of his basic needs.   Peering inside the bedroom section of the dollhouse, I saw Tim slumbering peacefully.  While I was glad that he felt comfortable in his new home, I also wanted him to be obedient, and if he was too comfortable, he may choose to be defiant once again.  It was time to rattle his cage.   

Pretending to be clumsy, I dropped one of the lamps in the dollhouse, and the loud clatter woke up my tiny captive.  Jumping up, he looked around.   “What’s going on?” he cried. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, but now that you are awake, can you explain this to me?” I demanded, as I pointed to the dirty dishes in the sink. “I couldn’t clean them, ma’am.  There’s no water, but I wanted to wash them.  If you get me some water, I will,” he pleaded, afraid of being reprimanded. 

“Pick them up,” I barked.  He scrambled to gather the dirty dishes.  I held out my hand so he could climb onto it with them.   

Pretending to be angrier than I was, I marched into the kitchen with the “real” sink, and placed Tim into the bottom.  Then, I turned on the water that collected in a cereal bowl I had placed there.  Placing the dishes into the bowl, Tim quickly scrubbed them as best he could with his hands.   “Here, give me one, and I will help dry,” I said softly.  As he handed me one, I allowed it to slip so it dropped down the drain into the garbage disposal.  “Oh, my!” I cried. 

“You’ll have to go and get it.” 

“What?” he stammered.  “It is dangerous in there.  If you turn on the disposal, I could just, uh, disappear!  Please don’t make me go down there.  I don’t need the plate anymore.”   

“You should trust me by now, Tim.  And, you should know better than to question me.  Hold onto my finger, and I will lift you down.”  I pointed my finger in his direction.  

“I’m afraid, ma’am,” he mumbled.   Tapping him on the chest, I waited for him to grab hold of my finger. 

“Do it, now.”  He turned away, shivering. I grabbed him by his foot and held him upside down.  Then I took hold of his other foot, and slowly lowered him toward the garbage disposal’s dark opening. 

“No!” he cried. 

Stopping, I lifted him up to my face, and stared into his tiny upside-down face, and said, “You don’t have a choice.  Do it.”  Then I lowered him into the sink’s hole, until he could reach the plate that had fallen inside. 

He grabbed it quickly, and yelled, “Got it!” 

Instead, I let go of his feet and dropped him inside.  “Good for you,” I whispered, as I turned on the water again so that it could fall over him in his cave. 

“Please! Let me out!  I got the plate!” He jumped up to try to hold onto the rubber pieces and pull himself out, but the water rushing down caused him to slip back.  “Let me out!  Please!” 

Leaning on an elbow on the kitchen counter, I watched Tim try to climb through the tiny opening, but it was too high. 

“Please!” he pleaded, louder this time, as he started to panic more.   

“Should I turn on the light for you?” I asked.  The light switch was next to the on-off switch for the garbage disposal, and Tim knew this. 

“No! Please don’t!  You may hit the wrong switch!  I don’t want to die in here!” he yelped.“Help me out, please!” 

Laughing, I replied calmly, “Ok, I won’t flip the switch.  You can’t climb out, can you?  Should I turn off the water now to see if that helps make it less slippery for you?”  I turned off the faucet. 

Sputtering, he blurted, “Thank you.  Now, can I get a hand?” 

I placed a spoon in the drain of the sink, and commanded, “Climb out on your own.” Carefully, he grabbed onto the spoon and attempted to climb.  It was slippery, and it had a tendency to turn, but he slowly got halfway up the spoon.  It was close enough to the rubber that lined the drain, so he could steady himself enough to get all the way out of the disposal. Lying prone on the sink, breathing heavily, he started to calm down.   

“What do you say, Tim?” I barked. 

“Thank you, ma’am,” he panted.  “I am so cold,” he complained. Reaching down, I allowed him to climb onto my open palm.  I plucked a dishtowel off the rack, and wrapped it around him, roughly drying his chilled skin.  Even after he was dry, I kept roughing him up, rolling him in between my two palms, in between the towel. 

He grunted uncomfortably, but wisely remained silent.  “Better?” I asked. 

“Yes, ma’am, thank you,” he softly grumbled, in reply.   

“Good, now I want you to entertain me,” I giggled.  Opening a kitchen drawer, I found some rubber bands.  “Stand up here,” I instructed.  “Spread your legs.”  I stretched a rubber band around his left shoulder and through his legs, and then repeated with another rubber band on his right shoulder, making what appeared similar to a set of suspenders.  Both rubber bands went through his crotch, and his genitals were squeezed in between the two of them, protruding nicely. His face was pinched, but didn’t show too much pain.  I went to the refrigerator, and got out a container with some watermelon. 

I cut out a square about 1 inch in diameter, and inserted a toothpick to form a little tunnel.  Then, I handed it to Tim, and said, “Here’s your date for the night.  Fuck it for me, while I watch you.”   

“What?  You want me to fuck fruit?” he exclaimed.   

“There are no mini-women around, so you don’t have a lot of choices, now, do you?”  I picked him up, along with the watermelon, and we went into the family room, where I got comfortable on the couch.  Laying out the towel, I set him down, with his “date.” 

He refused to move, so I picked him up by the rubber bands that stretched down his back.  This caused the bands to put more pressure along his groin, and consequently, beside his genitals.  I lifted him to my mouth, and then dragged my tongue over his genitals that hung downward as he was “flying” in the Superman position.   

Wriggling uncomfortably, he screeched, “Let me down!”  Ignoring him, I licked his cock and balls again, more insistently.  Even though he was hanging uncomfortably and was angry with me, his cock started to stiffen.  My attentions were successful, so I lowered him to the couch again, placing him next to the watermelon with the hole carefully carved in one side.   “Do it,” I cooed.   

“I can’t,” he whined.  I plucked at one of the rubber bands so it snapped along his back with a sharp sound. “Ow!” he cried.  

“Now,” I commanded again, as I lifted the cube and handed it to him.  Hanging his head in shame, he slowly moved the cube of fruit lower, closer to his erect cock.  “Go on, you can do it,” I coached.  “I want to watch you please yourself.  That shouldn’t be too hard.” 

Slowly, he pushed his cock into the hole that I had made in the watermelon.  He shivered because the fruit was still chilly, but he was able to maintain his erection anyway.  Shifting a bit, he started to slowly move in and out of the makeshift vagina.  He closed his eyes as he thrusted faster and faster, breathing harder as he got closer to climaxing.  Grunting, he exploded, emptying his sperm into the fruit.  “Argh!,” he cried out, as his knees buckled, and he plopped down on the couch, allowing the fruit to tumble back onto the towel.   

“Wow, that was exciting,” I praised.  “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did watching you.  Now, guess what you get to do?” He rolled his eyes and remained silent. “Eat this,” I said as I broke off the piece of the fruit with the semen dripping from it.  I tried to hand it to him after I placed it on the little plate that he had retrieved from the disposal drain earlier today.  He looked up at me with dismay.  “You won’t get anything else to eat until this is all gone.”  I shoved it toward him, pressing it against his chest, until he put out his hands to take the plate.  “You surrendered your obedience to me, so don’t argue, little man.  Just do it.” 

He lowered his head to look at the dripping piece of fruit.  Then he looked up at me again.  Sadly, he broke off a tiny piece and lifted it to his mouth.  Chewing slowly, he miserably sat down, and broke off another piece.  As he took the bite, some of the semen spilled over his lips.  I reached down to wipe it away.  “Good boy,” I encouraged him.  As he plodded through his meal, I was so proud of him.  He was trying so hard to please me.   

When he finished up the last bit of fruit, he put the plate down, and looked up at me.  “Good boy.  Now, come here and I will remove your suspenders.”  He stood up and climbed up onto my thigh.  I slipped a finger under one of the rubber bands, and tugged at it so it would snap against him again.  “Pop!” 

“Ouch!” he cried, but he remained still, afraid to antagonize me.  Feeling feisty, I snapped the other rubber band so it struck the other side of his back.  “Ewwww,” he screeched, squirming a bit no matter how hard he tried to remain still for me. “Ok, you are being such a good boy,” I patted his butt lightly.  Then I stretched one of the rubber bands off his left, then right shoulder.  His genitals fell, released from the pressure at last.  Tim breathed a sigh of relief, and mumbled softly, “Thank you, ma’am.”   

“I have another surprise for you,” I giggled.  “You must be tired, so I got you a new mattress.”  I picked him up and took him to the dollhouse.   I pulled down the blanket, and then got the Velcro mattress out of my pocket and placed it on the bed.  “I want you to sleep on this tonight.  If you are a good boy, you will be able to put this away and sleep on the bed without it.  But I made it today, and want you to try it out, even though you have been behaving.  You’ll do it for me, won’t you?” I asked. 

He pressed his hand down on the rough texture of the Velcro, and turned to look at me with a glare.  But he timidly replied, “Yes, ma’am.  I will do as you wish.” 

He turned to sit on the bed, and jumped a bit as it scratched his tender flesh.  Then he settled back again, and lay down slowly.  Grimacing, he reached to pull the cover over his nakedness, amazed at how each little fiber of the Velcro poked at his exposed flesh.  

“Good night,” I said softly.  “Try to get some sleep.  We’ll have more fun tomorrow.”  I turned out the lights and went to bed upstairs. 

“What a monster! I can’t believe she did those things to me.  Where does she come up with these ideas?  This Velcro is so uncomfortable, and I didn’t do anything wrong to deserve this punishment,” Tim thought.   Tim shoved the covers off and gingerly got up off the scratchy Velcro mattress.  He had to relieve himself, so he wandered up the stairs to where he thought the bathroom was located.  There, he discovered that the giantess had placed the Tupperware toilet in the corner, along with a “shovel” to help cover his excrement so it wouldn’t stink.  He peed first, and then sat down. 

As he sat there, he covered his face with his hands, and started to sob. “I realize I don’t have a choice.  This is my new life, and I can’t escape it.  I have nowhere to go. The worst part is that I can’t figure out how to make this giantess happy, so she won’t hurt me.”  Still sobbing gently, he finished using the bathroom, and picked up the small hand towel from the rack to wipe his eyes.  Looking down, he saw a piece of watermelon still sticking to his pubic hair.  Wiping it clean, he shivered at the memory of what she had forced him to do. Leaving the bathroom, he looked around the living room.  It had a comfortable looking couch, and a rocking chair, among other furnishings.  He sat down on the couch, and bounced up and down a bit on it. 

“This is so much better than that Velcro torture device she made.  Maybe I could just lay down here for a bit.”   Stretching out on the couch, he started to relax, exhausted from the crying jag and the afternoon of tension.  Just as he started to drift off, he heard footsteps.

“She’s coming!” Scrambling to get back to the bedroom, he rushed down the steps and jumped back into the bed.  Just as he pulled up the covers, the giantess turned on the light.   

“I think you have been a bad boy.  Am I right, Tim?”  I asked. 

“No, ma’am.  I just needed to use the restroom is all, so I got up to do that,” Tim replied anxiously.  He saw that I was carrying something in my hand, and it was making him nervous. 

“What are you going to do with that?” he asked. 

“Oh, I changed my mind about making you sleep on the Velcro.  Get up and come out to the porch.”  I started pulling off a piece of duct tape.  Slowly, Tim lifted himself off the mattress and went onto the porch. He looked absolutely miserable. 

“Put your hands out,” I told him.  Gently I wrapped the tape around his wrists, binding them tightly together.  “Sit down.”  I tore off another piece of tape and wrapped it around his ankles.   

“Why are you doing this?  I am not trying to escape,” he asked.   

“Oh, I know.  I am doing it because I want to, and because I can,”  I said as I pulled off a larger piece of tape and lifted him up to put him next to the front door of his dollhouse.  Then, I affixed the tape across his chest and taped Tim to the front door in a standing position.  Then I put another piece across his knees.  “Now, there…I am going to go to bed now, for real this time.  You have a nice night!” 

“Please don’t leave me here like this!  I’ll do anything you want, but please, don’t do this to me!” he cried plaintively.   

I turned out the light, and left Tim alone again. As the light faded, Tim’s hopes of ever being happy again faded as well.  He hung his head down to look at what I had done to him.  The tape had him firmly positioned against the door, and even though he tried to move, he was unsuccessful. 

Although he was trying to be brave, tears started to roll down his face.  Sobbing, he was at a loss for what to do.  He couldn’t imagine a life like this any more.   The tape irritated his skin, itching and pinching him uncomfortably.  How would he be able to sleep like this?  Even though he was exhausted more than he had ever been, made worse by the sobbing that he couldn’t seem to control, he couldn’t sleep.  He wanted to drift away, and escape this giantess tormenter in blissful sleep, yet it escaped him. 

Finally, from sheer exhaustion, he collapsed into a fitful sleep late in the night.  After only sleeping a short while, the light flooded into the room and awakened him.  Blinking from the glare, his eyes were swollen from the evening of tears.  His skin seemed to be on fire under the tape.   I padded across the room, and tried to cheer him up.  “Good morning, Tim!  Are you ready for another day of play?  I have some plans for you, but first we need to get you out of this tape, don’t we?” 

Tim remained silent, afraid of what he might say to me if he allowed himself to speak.  I took a fingernail and started to peel back the edge of the duct tape binding him in place.  It came off the door easily but when I started to pull it back from his chest, he screamed, “Stop!  It hurts! Please stop!  Oh my, it burns!” 

Tears welled up in his eyes again as he groaned in agony.   “Hum, what are we going to do?  Oh, I know, we can try soaking in water first, to loosen the tape first.”  I pulled out the two pins holding the door to the dollhouse frame, and lifted the door.   I laid him down on the counter while I went upstairs to get on my bathing suit.  When I returned, he had regained some composure but tears were still rolling down his cheeks.  I lifted him up and we went outside to the pool. 

“The chlorine should help free the tape from your skin,” I said as I slowly slipped of my slippers and stepped into the pool.  My bare feet felt cool in the water, but it wasn’t too chilly.  Slowly, I lowered Tim’s door to the pool’s surface, and lowered him into the water feet first.   

“Ooooh,” he cried.  “It’s cold.”   

“Shhh,” I cooed, “Let it soak a bit, and then I can free you from the tape.” 

“No! It will hurt!  Just let me go,” he lamented.   

I pulled on the tape gently, but he screamed, “Stop!  Just let me die!  I can’t take it! Please!” 

“Now, now. It will come off.  I won’t do this again; I promise!” 

I tugged a bit harder, and the tape finally released from his chest.  “The legs shouldn’t be as tender, sweety,” I said softly.

I pulled back the tape and as it pulled from his legs, some of the hair on his legs came off as well.   “Arrrgggh! Stop! Please!  Let me go!” he screamed.  Free from his bondage, he started to swim away from me.  But he was exhausted and weak from very little sleep.  So I went after him.  Floating on my back, I placed him on my chest because my breasts floated easily.  Reluctantly, he collapsed across my breast, soaking in the warmth of the sun and my skin.  We floated like this for about 30 minutes, resting and enjoying the sunlight.   

“Well, do you want to swim a bit before we go in for breakfast?  Get a little exercise?”  Gently I lifted him and put him in the water.  He started doing the breaststroke toward the deep end. 

“Be careful of the skimmer, Tim.  It may suck you into the whirlpool.”   I swam to the steps and sat down on one, as I turned to watch Tim playing in the pool.  He was in the deep end now, so I called to him to head back toward me, and away from the skimmer. 

Then a sense of foreboding came across me as I saw a shadow flicker across the pool’s surface, so I looked up.  “TIM! Come here!” I screamed as I jumped back into the pool and started swimming toward him. 

“Tim, look out!”  Just then a hawk swooped down and plucked him right out of the water, flying away within seconds.

Looking up, I cried, “TIM!”  

But he was gone.  And I was alone.  Again. 

Chapter 3 - Tim’s Return

As the hawk carried Tim to the treetops, I was mortified by his abduction.  Shocked, I stood looking up until I was distracted by a small gasp from the bushes to my right.  It sounded a lot like, “No!”  I turned and saw a small girl about 8 inches tall standing under the greenery.  She too was looking up at the sky with her mouth open in shock. 

Rushing over to the bush, I leaned down and whispered, “Come out! If you come out on the deck, maybe the hawk will come back, and we can save Tim!  Move around and attract its attention.  Hurry!”

I backed away in hopes she would see the logic of my plan and come into plain view.  The hawk was still circling above, but Tim’s screams were too faint to hear, but I knew that they were filling the airwaves above us.

Suddenly, the tiny girl ran back and forth along the pool deck, waving her frail arms in the air.  I grabbed the pole of the skimmer net slowly and waited to see if our plan would work. 

It did!

The predator bird swooped down, greedy for a second meal even before it finished with Tim.  In its excitement, though, as we had hoped, it released its grip ever so slightly on Tim while attempting to pick up the new prey.  Splashing into the pool, Tim screeched. Dodging sideways, the girl barely escaped the talons.  I swooshed the net of the skimmer toward the hawk, to distract it and save my new plaything from capture. 

As the hawk swooped in a different direction, I quickly scooped up Tim from the water with the net and simultaneously reached down to capture the girl in my other hand.  The hawk circled above, angrily screeching at me for stealing its dinner. 

Gently plucking Tim out of the net, I tried to be gentle.  The miniature girl was struggling against my hand and even tried to bite my finger to gain freedom.  Tightening my grip, I scolded, “Be still!  I need to take Tim inside to tend to his wounds, and you are not helping by struggling so much!”

A soft moan escaped from Tim, and that seemed to quiet her down a bit so I could open the back door and get them both inside.  I took them into the kitchen and placed them on the counter.  Wrapping Tim in one of the kitchen towels, I gently dried him off and tried to examine him for wounds, because he was bleeding from somewhere.  I turned him over and there it was—a small puncture wound in his left butt cheek. 

“Here, come put some pressure on this wound while I go get some disinfectant,” I commanded.  The girl stood frozen in place on the counter, with her eyes wide and mouth slightly open, perhaps in shock.  “Please, help me help him!  Just put your hands here to help stop the bleeding, or he may die.” 

Snapping out of her trance, she rushed to his side and did as I had requested.  I went to the medicine cabinet and got some disinfectant and a bandage. 

“This may hurt a bit, Tim, but I don’t want it to get infected.”  I soaked a cotton ball in the solution and lifted her hand from his butt’s wound.  Dabbing the puncture wound gently, I heard him moan again. 

“Ouch,” he screamed.

“Don’t hurt him!” she cried, trying to grab my fingers away from him.

“Shhhh, I am helping him.  There, there… it will stop stinging in a minute.”  I affixed a bandaid and covered him with a dry towel.  Lifting him gently, I cooed, “I am so glad you are back!  Please don’t give me such a scare again.” 

Then I turned to the girl, and said, “And you, young lady…tell me your story!”

Comforting Tim as best I could in one hand, I reached down and wrapped my fingers once again around the tiny frame of what I believed was either Tim’s girlfriend or sister.  Why else would she have risked discovery, and her very life, to try to save him?

I carried them both into the family room and placed him in the dollhouse’s bed.  I placed the tiny blanket over him and patted him gently.   

“Tim, try to get some rest.  You have lost a lot of blood, and I don’t want to lose you again.”  Without saying anything, he rolled over on his side, putting his back to me defiantly.  I grinned, thinking that this display of emotion was a good sign.

She had long brown hair that framed her oval face, and thick eyelashes surrounded her dark eyes.  Tears filled the corners of each one, but the droplets had not yet started rolling down her round pink cheeks.  Just like Tim had been when I discovered him on my doorstep, she was completely naked.  I could easily see her round breasts, albeit tiny, and a small patch of hair between her legs.  She was definitely NOT a child, despite her shorter height. 

“Well, I will ask you again now.  What is your story?” 

“Let me down!” she demanded.  Her tiny hands were pushing against my fingers, and her legs were kicking as best they could, given her predicament.  “Now!”

 I flipped my wrist so she was now upside down, and then I grasped her by one leg.  Only then did I release my grip so she dangled loosely.  Her long hair fell across her face, and her arms waved wildly.  “Hey! Let me go!”

“First, tell me something about yourself.”

“What?” she cried out, desperately trying to free herself from her upside-down situation.

“You heard me, young lady.  Tell me about yourself.”

“I can’t remember anything!  Oh, wait, I remember that he is my brother.  His name is James, not Tim.  My name is Jen. Now please, let me go!”

Slowly I lowered her to the couch and released her foot.  Rubbing her ankle, she glared up at me as I sat down beside her.  “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Is James going to be okay?” she asked, with a little less anger in her voice.

“His name is Tim now, not James,” I corrected.  “And I am the one asking the questions.  You will answer them, now won’t you?”

She wrapped her small hands into fists, but I could easily see that she was struggling very hard to control her anger.  She was a quick learner!  

“Won’t you?” I repeated.

“I don’t see why I should,” she barked, gathering up as much courage as she could.  Her bravery impressed me.

Picking her up again by the other foot, I dangled her upside down once again, and waved her small frame back and forth in front of my face so I could get a better look at her.  “There are tons of reasons why you should not provoke me, little girl.  Should I demonstrate one of them now?”

I felt her start to tremble ever-so-slightly between my fingertips.  I think she had begun to realize that the battle was over before it had begun.  Now all I had to do was figure out what her first punishment would be. 

Chapter 5 – Jen’s Punishment

Because Jen had refused to respond to my questions, I had to figure a way to discipline her.  I tucked her inside my pocket while I went to the medicine cabinet.  I wanted to bind her legs and arms for her punishment, but I didn’t want a repeat of the duct tape issue. 

Some veterinarian had created Vet Wrap, a colorful type of rubber, textured tape that sticks to itself but not to the wound or injured animal.  It would be perfect to use to mummify Jen so she couldn’t wriggle too much while I punished her. 

Returning to the family room, I wanted to discipline her within earshot of Tim as he slept, recuperating from the talon puncture wound.  In this way, I could see just how close the two of them were. 

Plucking Jen back out of my pocket, I dangled her upside down again in an attempt to humiliate her further.  She kicked and screeched, and I ignored her pleas while I made myself comfortable on the couch.  Releasing her foot, I allowed her to plop down on the couch cushions.  She tumbled and rolled as she tried to regain her balance.

“Why are you doing this to me!” she demanded.

“Oh, my pet, because I can!  After all, I AM bigger than you, and you will soon learn that pleasing me will be your most urgent desire, because by pleasing me, your life will be much easier.”  As I said this, I got out the Vet Wrap, and pulled off some of it, waving the portion of tape in front of Jen.  That got a reaction from her!  Her eyes opened wide, and she watched the tape pass in front of her.

“What is that?”  She stepped backwards, trying to distance herself from me…and the tape.

“Come here, and I will show you.”  I tapped the couch beside my leg with my finger.  “Again, I don’t like to repeat myself, so make up your mind to start cooperating with me.”

“No, I want to see how James is doing.” 

“His name is TIM now.”  I reached over and grasped her in my hand, a little too tight to be comfortable. 

“Ouch!  Let me go!  You’re hurting me,” she whined. 

“Oh, not enough to suit me!”  Gripping her roughly, I started at her feet and wrapped the Vet Wrap tightly around her ankles and thighs.  Then I skipped her buttocks and continued wrapping around her belly, with her arms at her sides so she couldn’t move.  I left her breasts, neck and head free from the bondage. 

“Stop! Let me go!  Please don’t!” she cried out, and tears started to fall down her cheeks.

“I couldn’t help but notice that there is something different about you from a Barbie Doll.  Can you guess what that is?” I asked innocently, ignoring her sobs.

Silence. 

“You will learn to answer my questions, little girl!  Look what else I found in the medicine cabinet!”  Grinning, I pulled a pair of tweezers from my pocket.  If it was possible, I saw her eyes get even wider. 

Laying her across my thigh, I could feel her struggling and wriggling, but her efforts were futile because of the tight tape that bound her limbs.  Her groin was exposed to me, and I could tell she felt very vulnerable.  Carefully, I took the tweezers and lowered them to where her pubic hair grew.  I gripped one of the hairs with the tweezers and plucked it out.

“Yikes!  Stop that!” she exclaimed as she desperately tried to squirm off my lap.  But I plucked another, and another, and another.  With each pluck, she screeched miserably.  “Please, stop!  Let me alone!  That hurts so much!  Please have mercy!”

Giggling, I continued plucking one hair at a time, until they were all gone and her pubic mound was as bare as a Barbie Doll’s.  I fingered it lightly, feeling how soft the skin was there.  Only a pinprick of blood appeared, so I knew that it was uncomfortable, but not as painful as she was making it out to be.  She was such a drama queen!

“Shhh,” I murmured.  “You’ll wake up Tim, and he needs to rest to regain his strength.”

Sobbing uncontrollably, she couldn’t speak.  I took an emory board that I had handy, and I used it to lightly tap on her exposed breasts.  I flicked it so it popped against her chest, causing her to scream even louder.  Her nipples grew harder with each tiny slap.  Now, her creamy white breasts had turned a dark pink, and her squirming grew more insistent.

“Now I will let you rest a bit, but the next time I ask you a question, I want you to answer me.  Is that understood?”

Chapter 6 Bath Time

Jen’s body was still encased in the Vet Wrap, and her breasts were still a light pink from the punishment she had just endured.  Gently, I picked her up and placed her on the couch of the dollhouse’s living room. Sobbing still from her recent ordeal, she pleaded, “Please let me go.  I don’t want James to see me like this.”

“Jen, I told you that James’ name is now Tim.  Please call him by the name I gave him, or you will be punished again.  I don’t think you liked that at all, so you better start cooperating.”

“If you let me go, I will try to do better.  I was just scared, and I didn’t know what you expected of me.  I’m sorry.  Can you please let me go now?”  Jen’s pleas started to touch me. 

I peered in to see how Tim was doing, and if his bandage needed changing or not.  Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped, and he was resting peacefully.  I could leave him alone for a while in order to give his sister some more quality time. 

“Well young lady, if I let you out of your bondage, what will you do for me?” I asked.

“Uh, I… I don’t know.  I am still scared of you!  What do you want of me?” she stammered.

I picked her up by her feet and hung her upside down as I replied, “How about we go upstairs and you can help bathe me.  I feel like a nice hot bath.”  I slipped her into my pocket again and headed up the stairs.  I could feel her squirming inside the pocket, and I couldn’t help smiling.  My new playmate was going to be fun!

Leaning over the tub, I turned on the water, and once it got warm, I put in the stopper and some bubble bath.  Then I removed Jen from my pocket and started to tug on the Vet Wrap so that it released at the end.  Then I unwrapped her, enjoying the sight of the wrinkled skin under the wrap.  Slowly, she stretched, and her hands reached up to rub her breasts, still very tender from the whipping they had received.  Then she looked down at her pubic area, and blushed when she realized that all her hair was gone, and she looked like a little girl.  I allowed her this time to adjust to her situation and her new look while I started undressing. 

Picking her up, I tested the water with my toes, and then stepped into the tub.  As I sat down, I let out a relaxed sigh.  Trembling against the palm of my hand, she tried to calm down, but she was quite frightened.  Slowly, I lowered her to the water, and she started to relax a little. 

“Oh!  It is too deep!  I don’t want to drown,” she cried.  “I don’t know how to swim!”  Then she realized that she floated quite easily so she calmed down a bit.  “That does feel good.”

“Now, I want you to scrub me with some of this liquid soap.  Hold out your hands, and I will pour some for you.”

“But you are too big!  And I am too small.” She hung her head in shame.

“Do the best you can.  Here,” I said as I squirted some soap into her palms.  Then I lifted her onto my belly as I laid back and rested my head. 

She applied the soap to my belly and started rubbing it in a circle with each hand, kind of like “wax on, wax off” in “Karate Kid”.  The tiny hands felt soothing.  She climbed a bit higher and applied some of the soap to my left breast and then to my right.  My nipples stood erect rather quickly, which amused me because I had never been touched like this by a woman before, and I kind of enjoyed it.  She knew what she was doing and just how to stimulate the areolas to arouse me.  Then she rolled over, coating herself in the soap, and then slid down in between my breasts, down my belly, and landed between my legs, just like she was on a water slide at a water park. 

“Weeeee!” she cried, smiling for the first time since I picked her up by the pool. 

“While you are there,” I started to say, “…you can rub…”--but before I finished my sentence, she must have read my mind, because she started to rub against my clit, using her whole body, not just her hands.  She put her hands on each thigh and lifted up and down against my clit.  She twisted left and right for variety, and it wasn’t long before I was moaning with sexual release.

“Wow, that was very nice, Jen,” I said as I panted from the exertion of a climax.  “You can take a break now and enjoy your bath.  We’ll go see about Tim when we are done.”

After getting dried off and dressed, I picked up naked little Jen and brought her downstairs to where Tim was in the dollhouse.  He was sitting up, and almost looked glad to see us.

“Where have you all been?” he asked.

“Jen and I took a hot bath.  More importantly, how are you feeling now?  You lost some blood after your hawk encounter, and we were quite worried about you.”

“It is a bit tender, but I think the worst is over.  May I have something to eat, please?” he said as he stood up and stretched. 

Placing Jen beside Tim in the dollhouse, I said, “You two keep each other company, and I will get you something to eat.”  Turning to leave, I moved toward the kitchen, but instead of leaving, I quietly waited to see if I could overhear any of their conversation.  This would be the first time they would be alone together since their reunion poolside.

Jen went to her brother and wrapped her arms around him tightly.  “I can’t believe that I found you!” she squealed delightfully. 

“Hey Jen! I have to ask you a question.  Do you remember anything about our past?  I didn’t even remember YOU until I saw you by the pool.  Do you know why we are so small compared to that giantess?  Where did we come from?  Sorry, I guess that was more than one question. But do you know more than I can remember?” Tim asked in rapid-fire succession.

Looking down, she shook her head sadly.  “I wish I did, but all I remember is looking for you for the past few days, but nothing before that.  I know we are brother and sister, and your name is James, but I can’t recall anything before that.  It is driving me crazy.”

As I listened to them, I realized they weren’t going to share any news with me. Disappointed, I went to the kitchen quietly and prepared some lunch for my two little captives.  I crept back into the family room, trying once again to hear any news.

They were saying the same things.  “James, I love you. I remember that much.  That’s the important part!  We are family.  I’ll do anything to help you.  I hope you know that.”

She hugged him tightly again. 

I put the food on the dining room table of the dollhouse.  Cheerfully, I announced, “Tuna fish salad! Come and get it!”  The tenants entered the dining room and sat down. 

“Thank you, ma’am,” Tim said as he picked up some tuna with his fingers, careful not to touch the silverware without permission.

Jen watched him, disgusted.  “Why aren’t you eating with the silverware?”

“She won’t let me, Jen.  I have to earn the privilege,” he mumbled, ashamed.

Jen glared at me, as I grinned broadly.  Tim continued, “And you better not use it either, or you will get punished.  And I couldn’t bear to see that!” he whispered, hoping I couldn’t hear him.

Jen picked up a fork and started to eat with it.  “Jen, don’t!”  Tim reached over to push her hand down, before I could. 

But it was too late.  Punishment time!  “Tim, you decide.  Do you want me to punish you for her misbehavior, or should I punish her while you watch?”

“Please, she is new, and can learn the rules,” he cried out.  “But, if you won’t show mercy, of course, I will take her punishment.  I couldn’t bear to watch you hurt her.”

“Finish your meal, first. You will need your strength.”  I sat back and watched them choke down their food.

“James, you can’t!  I couldn’t bear it, so I won’t let you do that for me.”

“Jen, you don’t understand what this giantess is capable of doing to someone!  You have just been here a short time.  Believe me, I won’t watch you get tortured by her!” 

“Tim, you are wasting your breath.  Come here, now.  Let’s get this over with.  Jen, I want you to come over to me as well.”  I tried to have a strict tone.

I put my palm down and waited for them to climb onto my outstretched hand.  Jen didn’t move, but Tim scrambled to comply.  “Come on, Jen.  Get over here, now!” he coaxed.

Reaching in with my other hand, I grabbed her around her tiny waist and pulled her out of the dollhouse, kicking.  “Here is the plan.  Jen, I want you to administer the punishment.”  Her mouth dropped open in shock.  “You are going to put Tim across you lap and spank him for me, on his good butt cheek.  We don’t want him to bleed again.” 

“I refuse!” she barked. “You can’t expect me to do that to my own brother!”

“Ok, if you don’t like that punishment, then you have a choice.  You must give your brother a blow job, or you will spank him.  It’s your choice.  And you have only 1 minute to choose and begin.”  I enjoyed the shocked expression on both of their small faces.  I looked at the clock to start timing.

Jen rushed to Tim and whispered, “Tim, this is unthinkable.  I can’t do either of those things!  How can we stop her?”

He whispered back, “Jen, I’ve tried to resist, and it is impossible. She is just too powerful—just look at her! She is huge and could squash us in an instant.  You have to do it.  Spank me.  My butt is healing fine, and I can take it.”

“No, I can’t hurt you!  You are still weak.”  She started crying.

“Time is up.  Please proceed with the punishment,” I commanded brusquely.

Without hesitating further, she knelt down in front of her brother and took his cock into her mouth, starting to suck on it tenderly.  She closed her eyes and tried to forget what she was being forced to do.  The saying goes, “incest is best,” but she was horrified at this unnatural act.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she moved up and down with her mouth. 

Coaching, I said, “Tim, is she doing a good job?  Should I spank her while she is sucking your cock?”

“Arg, uh, yes, she is. Please don’t hurt her,” he groaned, his breath becoming more rapid.

“Jen, you can’t stop until your brother climaxes, and I want you to drink up every drop of his semen.  Aren’t you being nasty!  You are sucking on your own brother’s cock!  What a bad girl.  It looks like you are even enjoying it, too.  It figures that you would be a slut.  I never got to experience incest because I just had sisters, but I certainly am enjoying watching you debase yourself in this way.”  Laughing, I watched as tears fell harder, and she sobbed in between strokes. 

“Now I want you to insert a finger or two in your brother’s ass hole.  Make him squirm, and I am pretty sure he will come faster if you do this.  Rub his prostate with your finger.  Now.  I am not asking.  If you don’t do this, then I will and trust me, he won’t be able to take a finger of MINE up his ass. Do it, now.”  The shame and frustration was so enjoyable to watch.  Having two little creatures was going to be a lot of fun! 

Tim squirmed as the finger invaded his dark hole.  “Please stop!” he cried out in anguish. “Don’t make her do this to me, please, ma’am.  We will do whatever you want.  But stop this!”  He was sobbing as well.  This was so exciting—all this begging and whining!

“All you have to do is ejaculate in your sister’s mouth, and this punishment will be over.  Just enjoy it, Tim.  All your punishments will not be this easy, as you know.  So thrust your cock deeper into her throat.  Hold her head and guide it up and down your shaft, just the way you like it.  Fuck her face, sweetie.  Put on a good show for me.”  I could see his butt cheeks tensing rhythmically. 

Still sobbing, Jen valiantly pushed her finger in and out of her brother’s anus.  Her shame was so blatant, that I patted myself on the back for choosing such a horrible punishment for her.  Just about then, Tim panted and moaned as he spurted into her mouth.  Struggling to swallow it all, she gagged a bit.  As the cock slipped from her mouth, she covered her face in her hands, and sobbed loudly.

“I’m sorry!  I’m so sorry!” she sobbed.

I picked her up and held her in front of my face, closely.  “Good girl!  I enjoyed watching that a lot.  Perhaps you and your brother will be doing much more similar things in the future, for my enjoyment, as well as your own.”

“No, please! I can’t!” she cried miserably.

“You must learn to obey me.  I will let you and Tim get reacquainted now.  Thank you for the show.  You need to talk to Tim, and he will show you how to survive in my home.  Not all punishments for disobedience are like this.”

Picking up Tim, I placed them both back in the dollhouse, to ponder their future fate.

Humiliation Time

While they rested, I went to the local toy store to purchase some articles of clothing for dolls that should be about the right size.  I was thinking that humiliating Tim in front of his sister for a while would amuse me, and it should also help her realize what it means to truly submit to a giantess like me. 

When I returned, I unwrapped all the packages and laid them out on the couch.  I found them on the couch in the living room of their dollhouse, chatting. 

“Tim, are you ready to begin now?” I asked.

"Wouldn’t you like to find out?  Well, you will have to join me to find out.”  I reached out so he could climb onto my hand. 

Setting him down on the couch beside me, in clear view of the dollhouse (and Jen), I showed him what I had bought earlier. 

“What is this for?  Did you buy some clothes for Jen?  That is very sweet of you, ma’am.”  He looked over the skirts, dresses, stockings, blouses, bras and other items. 

His eyes popped open, and he began turning red.  “You’re kidding, right?” he inquired, trying to laugh and discount the authority of my last remarks. 

“Now, Tim, I think you know me well enough by now to know that I don’t kid very often.  I think these things are much nicer than the sock I gave you to wear on your first night here.  And I am sure that you would love to model these clothes for your sister, Jen, and me.  I would bet that no one has ever seen you wearing women’s clothing before, am I right?” I teased.  His face turned a darker shade of red and he hung his head and fidgeted noticeably, quite embarrassed.

“Not in front of Jen, please,” he whispered.  “I’m begging you.  I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t do this to me.”

Picking him up, I brought him to my face so I could hear him better.  Turning my head, he whispered in my ear, “Please, don’t do this.” 

“How about this then?” I asked, as I slit his head and upper torso into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue all around his head, arms, and chest while my mouth was closed around him.  I could hear Jen gasp and shriek.

“Don’t! Please! Let him go!” she hollered frantically.  Jumping up and down to try to get my attention.

Ignoring her, I smiled and brought him up again.  Sliding him out between my lips, I licked him like a lollypop, up and down his sides, tickling him with my light touch and wet tongue.  He tried to push my lips away when I forced him once again into my mouth, a wet, dark cave.  He screamed and kicked as best he could.  Then I pulled him out again, and asked quietly, “Are you ready now to do a fashion show for us?”

He had a hard time meeting my eyes.  He sat there on the couch where I placed him, with his new wardrobe surrounding him.  I reached down and picked up one of the simple dresses and unzipped it for him.  “Here you go, sweetie.  Hold up your arms, and I will help you with your first outfit.”  Meekly, he complied. 

After I slipped the dress over his head, I smiled broadly and pushed him to turn him around so I could zipper the back for him.  Then I selected a pair of high-heeled shoes, one of the Barbie Doll accessories, and held each one out for him to slip on.  Another tear fell from his cheek that he tried to hide from both his sister and me. 

“Tsk, Tsk.” I said.  “That took 25 seconds, Tim. You can do better than that! Get dressed again, and try it faster next time!  We don’t want to be here all day with your clumsy wardrobe changes.  Right, Jen?”  Looking over to where she was sitting, I could see her hands were covering her face, and she too was sobbing.  “Jen, I didn’t hear your reply.”

“Well, Ma’am, I am afraid to tell you what I think right now.”  The anger, pain and confusion he was feeling came through in the tone of his voice, if not in his words.  I looked over to his sister, and she was squirming at his discomfort.  This was just delightfully fun!

“You look lovely!” I complimented, as I got up to pick up Jen.  “You may take a break while I play with Jen now.  You don’t mind that, do you?” 

I could tell he wanted to protest, but he knew that if he did, it would just go harder on his sister, so he remained silent.  Smiling, I turned my attention to Jen.  “Now, young lady, it is your turn to amuse me.”  I had a few glass marbles that I rolled to the other side of the family room floor.  “I want you to go over to each marble and fetch it for me.  But you must do so while on your hands and knees, and you must use your nose to roll each one over to my feet,” I instructed.  I am not sure if she was glad to be freed from watching her brother’s humiliating fashion show now that she heard what she was asked to do.  Looking first at Tim’s face, and then at mine, she trod over to where the first marble had stopped rolling. 

She remained silent. 

“Well?” I asked, louder this time.

“I hated it, ma’am. Is that what you want to hear?”  She lowered her head, too afraid to look me in the face.

“I know that you don’t know what to expect next, but I expect you to answer me without asking me more questions.  I like that you are being honest with me, though.  I know you are nervous about what is going to happen, and you don’t want to be traumatized further.  Poor thing.  But I think you are still a little too prideful.” 

Reaching down, I saw her flinch, thinking I was going to do something to her.  Instead, I removed my sneaker and my sock.  “Now then, I want you to lick my smelly toes.  Be quick about it, and be sure to get each one.”    She started to get to her feet, and I barked, “I didn’t say you could stand up.  Crawl!  Crawl to me and start worshipping my feet with that tiny little tongue of yours, until I tell you to stop.” 

She scrunched her nose at the smell of my feet.  Her discomfort caused me to smile broadly.  Slowly, she crawled toward my big toe, trying to prolong the inevitable.  Her tiny pink tongue appeared at last, and she started licking my toe.  I tried to hold back from laughing because her tiny touches were tickling me.  I leaned back and enjoyed her tongue bath. 

When she finished with the one foot, I slipped off the other shoe and sock, and she once again was repelled by the pungent aroma.  “Lick away!” I teased.  Her eyes were watering, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the smell or from the shame of being subjected to serving as my foot slave.  She dutifully licked, faster now, probably to get it over with quickly. 

“To thank me for teaching you to fetch, you may now kiss my feet.”  She stopped with the tongue bath, looked up at me, and kissed first one, then the other foot.  Then I picked her up and placed her snuggling inside one of my stinky socks.

“Here, you can use my sock as a sleeping bag tonight.” 

“Eww,” she let escape from her throat.  She tried to hold her nose, not even trying to be inconspicuous about it. 

 Looking at my two tiny captives in the dollhouse made me think that I was perhaps being a little too kind to them.  It was true that Jen was still trying to pull off my stinky socks that I had wrapped her in, but I had not really done my best at humiliating them.

After all, I could do with them whatever I pleased, so I thought, why am I treating them like humans?  Scanning over to the corner, I saw my large ferret cage.  It had three tiers, and one tier was recently vacated because one of my ferrets had to be put to sleep.  I still had all the bedding, litter box, and water bottle.  I went to the kitchen and got some Cheerios and poured it into a bowl as kibble.

Grinning, I wondered what they would think of their new “home.”  Reaching into the dollhouse, I picked up the pair, gripping each tightly around the waist.  Squirming, Tim tried to loosen my grip.  Jen was still wrapped in one of my socks, her hair tousled and in disarray after she had tugged the sock off her upper body.  She glared up at me and wiggled as well.

“Recently, you two have been occupying quite a lot of my time, and my ferrets have been a bit jealous.  One of them was very sick, and I lost her.  Since her cage is now available, I think that the two of you could pretend to be my new ferrets.  That way, I won’t miss her as much,” I said as I opened the latch to the cage’s top level.  “Here you go!”

I roughly dropped them into one of the hanging hammocks, causing them to slightly bounce and tumble over one another.  Then, I closed the cage’s door and opened up the lower level’s door where Roxy and Zoe lived.  Roxy was a dark-eyed white ferret, and Zoe was a sable ferret with a mask like a raccoon.  Nudging them with my finger to wake them up, they made a cute chuckling sound, called dooking.  Still groggy, they climbed out of their hammock to scamper into the family room, their playground.  They weighed about 1.5 pounds each, so they are considered small, just like Jen and Tim are small! 

My plan was to wear out the two ferrets so they would be less active when I introduced them to Tim and Jen.  While they were playing, I watched Tim and Jen explore their cage.  It had a hanging hammock, two padded “cat beds,” several toys, and a baby blanket.  The floor was made of wire, but was covered in a padded cover to protect the ferret’s feet. 

Tim and Jen climbed out of the hammock and dropped to the cage’s floor.  “What is this place?” Jen asked. 

“I haven’t been here before.  She mentioned ferrets, but I am not sure what a ferret is,” Tim tried to answer her. 

“Look! Down there!” she cried out, pointing to where Roxy and Zoe were playing on the ground below them.  Tumbling and jumping on one another, the two ferrets were playing hard.  “Look at those big teeth and how they chew on each other!  I hope the giantess isn’t planning on putting us with any of those creatures!” She hugged Tim for protection and comfort, trembling in fear.

Peering in at this little scene, I smiled, and replied, “Oh, but I DO plan on introducing you to my other pets.  But first, I want you all to get acquainted with being like them.  I want you to go over to the water bottle hanging there in the corner, and lap some water from the nozzle.  That is where you will get your water from now on.  While one of you does that, I want the other one to use the litter box just like a cat or ferret does. I am going to enjoy watching you both turn into my new pets.”

“You’re crazy!” Jen cried out.  “I won’t do it!  We can’t be treated like this.  We are humans, not animals!” 

“I asked you politely to be my pets, and since pets can’t talk, I am going to gag you if you don’t obey me,” I said in a lowered voice, trying not to show my temper.

“Jen, do it, just do it!” Tim pleaded.  “Go get some water, and I’ll go to the so-called bathroom.  Don’t fight her, sis.”  He pushed her toward the water bottle and he moved toward the litter box. 

“This is disgusting,” she said as she bent down to put her mouth to the ball that covered the tube.  She used her finger to turn the ball and placed her tongue against the ball to lap the water off of it as it turned.  It made a little rattling noise, but that was not as loud as her sucking and slurping sounds.  I enjoyed watching her pink tongue drag across the tube’s opening.  But I enjoyed her discomfort the most.  As she bent down, I saw her bare buttocks and slender legs stretching.  Her round breasts hung down, and water dripped down her chin, neck, and across her chest.  A droplet made its way to her breast, and fell from her nipple’s tip to the cage floor. 

“Good girl,” I coached, as she turned to glare at me.  It was too bad that her tiny face just couldn’t come up with a fierce enough expression.  No matter how menacing she tried to appear, she was just too small to make it effective. 

Meanwhile, Tim had stepped into the litter box.  He moved to a corner where he wouldn’t be as visible to my eyes, and there he stood and peed.  “Make sure you cover it, Tim,” I said, adding, “And I think you need to make another deposit before you are done. Squat.”

Humiliated, he bit his lip, trying to keep his thoughts to himself.  Muttering under his breath, he lowered to a squatting position and attempted to evacuate his bowels under my watchful gaze.  A few moments passed, without success, so I told Jen to join her brother.  Neither of them would get to play until one of them pooped in the litter box.    

Having my two “pets” live in my ferret cage may not seem very nice, but it was certainly fun!  As I watched them struggling in the litter box, I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Come on, now, my pets.  Certainly one of you can deposit SOMETHING in the litter box.  How about this:  I will leave for a few minutes to give you some privacy.  But I am not going far and know you won’t disappoint me.”

I pulled down the blanket covering the cage to afford them some privacy, but I didn’t go far.  I peeked through a small opening and listened quietly.

“Why is she doing this to us?” Jen asked her brother.

“Shhh,” he whispered, “Just try and go…I don’t want to make her mad again.”

“This is ridiculous!” she scoffed.

“Come on, Jen.  We have to obey her, or she can squash us!  Don’t fight it, just give in and do it!  I’ll help you when I can, but you have to bend to her will.  You have no choice.”  He was straining, trying to poop and talk at the same time.

Quietly, she listened to her brother, and squatted.  Grunting, she pushed, and succeeded where her brother had not.  “There, are you happy now?”  As she stood up, she grimaced, looking for something to wipe her ass with, now that she had gone, as instructed.  “Eew, there isn’t any paper.”

“Just use the padded mat,” Tim said.

“This is so gross!” Jen stepped out of the litter box and sat down on the mat, dragging her butt across the pad until she was clean, while Tim kicked some litter over her deposit.

Just then, I lifted the blanket, and giggled as she quickly tried to stand back up before I could see her humiliating butt scoot.  “Good girl!” I praised.

“Oh!” she cried.  “Don’t you knock?”

Laughing, I couldn’t help but admire her courage.  But enough was enough.  She kept challenging me, and she had to be taught a lesson. 

“Just for that, you get to play with the other ferrets now.  They have never seen a tiny human before, and I have no idea how they will react.  They may think of you as prey, or as a new play toy, or perhaps, if you are lucky, as a friend.  This will be quite interesting.” 

Reaching in, I grabbed her before she could hide behind the box.  I put her in the lower cage, and then picked up Roxy and Zoe and put them in the cage with her. 

“No, let me out!” she screamed.

“Shhhh, don’t scare them.  I would try to be friendly, unless you want them to bite you,” I coached.

Both of them rushed over to where she stood against the back of the cage, trembling.  Both noses were wrinkled and sniffing, drawing closer to her naked skin.  “Good girl,” she said softly, shifting a bit so the noses didn’t quite touch her.  But the ferrets are very intelligent, curious creatures.  When she moved, their interest was peaked, and they drew closer, sniffing intensely.  The pink nose of one touched her skin, and the whiskers of the other rubbed against Jen’s thigh.

Then, Roxy started to lick her thigh.  The tiny pink tongue dragged across her thigh, and Jen squealed.  “Ooooh, that tickles!” she screeched.  She patted the furry head in an attempt to soothe the savage beast.  Shifting, Roxy started to sniff in between her legs, and then started to lick there.  “Oh my! Don’t!” Jen protested.  Roxy ignored her, and continued lapping at the slit between Jen’s thighs.  Zoe sniffed her sides and face, and then she too joined in with the tongue bath, only Zoe licked her face and ears.  They were grooming Jen!  Perhaps they would all get along!  Time would tell.

Poor Jen was struggling to hold her own as the two ferrets were licking at her body.  One was now giving her a wet willy (licking her ear), and the other was still persistently lapping at her vaginal opening.  She wiggled in an attempt to redirect the beast’s tongue, to no avail. 

In order to even out the odds, I decided to pick up her brother and put him in with the ferrets too.  Sure enough, one of them stopped licking Jen’s tasty parts to look at the new toy placed in their cage.  Tim slowly backed up against the wire wall, his eyes as big as saucers.  “Jen, do they bite?” he whimpered. 

She replied, “Shhh, just be quiet and calm.  So far, they are okay, just curious.”

Reaching out, he tried to pat the head of the beast.  But Roxy shook her head to avoid his hand, and instead pushed at Tim’s chest with her wet nose instead. Roxy must have smelled Tim’s fear, so she wasn’t sure if he was a friend or foe.  Shifting from one leg to the other, Tim tried to calm down.  “That’s a good girl,” he cooed, a bit shakily.  “You don’t want to eat me, do you?”  He tried to pat her head again.  Looking Roxy in the eye, he couldn’t help but think that he had survived being the captive of a giantess and yet here he was quivering in front of a domesticated ferret! 

That relaxed him a bit, so he reached out and scratched her ears.  Then she sniffed at him again, more intently this time. Introductions were over, so now it was time to groom Tim.  Her tongue reached out and started licking at his neck and ears.  Giggling, he tried to push her nose away.  Obliging Tim, she lowered her head to sniff at his genitals.

“Woa!” he cried out.  But her tongue reached out and started lapping at his cock and balls, regardless of his protests.  Amazingly, the traitorous cock started to stiffen!  Shocked that he was aroused, he tried to turn away to protect his manhood. 

Laughing, I had to comment, “Tim, I think you have a new girlfriend!”

“Ma’am, please! Get me out of here!  Jen, too!  Please!” he cried out.

“Hum, I will put you and Jenny back into your own cage, but you have to do something for me if I do that,” I bargained.

“Anything!” he cried out, afraid of the teeth that were so close to his jewels. 

“Jen?  How about you?” I asked.  “Will you do anything to get out of the ferrets’ cage?”

“No!” she shouted, defiantly.  “Tim, they won’t hurt you! Be strong!”

“That’s easy for YOU to say, Jen.  This one is about to chomp down on my cock!”

“Now, now, don’t fight, you two.  Come to an agreement.  Stay where you are, or do as I want in exchange for your private cage again.”  Smiling, I enjoyed their torment, once again. 

“What do you want us to do?” Jen asked.

“Is that your final answer?” I asked sarcastically.

“Ow!” Tim cried out.  “She bit me!”

“Oh, Tim, quit being a baby.  If she bit you, there would be blood.  That was just a love nip.  Now, do you want out or not?  I can just go away if you would prefer.”

“Jen, please, tell her you will obey her!  For me!” he pleaded.

Pushing Zoe away, she strode over to his side of the cage.  She nudged Roxy away from his crotch with her knee, scratching her back to distract her.  Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.  I couldn’t hear what she said, but I let them have it out privately. 

The discussion got a little heated, but the outcome was that the two of them moved toward the door.  Hanging her head down, Jen sheepishly mumbled, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, ma’am, to what?” I barked.  “Say it.”

“We’ll do what you say if you let us out now, ma’am.”  This was obviously torture for her to say these words.  Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment and humility.  Tim patted her on the back to reassure her.

“Excellent!” I chirped.  “Here you go,” I said as I placed my hand inside for them to climb onto.  Reluctantly she climbed on, after Tim leaped onto my protective hand.

As the two of them huddled together on my palm, I tried to overhear their conversation.  They were continuing the heated discussion they had started in the ferret cage. 

I lifted them up closer to my ear, and encouraged them to speak up.  “What is the matter?  Are you two having a fight?  You didn’t like my ferrets?  Or is it that you don’t like submitting to me?”

Ignoring my question, I heard Tim scoff, “That’s ridiculous!”

“You do!” Jen cried out indignantly.  “You love this giantess bitch!  You WANT to be with her more than you want to escape with ME!”

“I do NOT!” Tim replied sharply.  “I can’t believe you think that!  I’m your brother!”

“I see the way you look at her, and how you get hard when she comes around.  And the way you can’t stop looking at her lips.  What IS it with you?” she sobbed, starting to tear up.  “We’re never going to be free, are we?”

“Shush, Jen.  Can’t you see she is listening to everything!” he said soothingly, as his cheeks burned red with embarrassment at what he knew I had overhead.  He snuck a quick look and saw that his giantess was grinning broadly at his discomfort. 

“That’s right.  I am.  And you two should be nice to me right now while I decide what I want you to do for me next.”  I picked up Tim to separate him from his indignant sister, and I couldn’t help myself.  I moved him closer to my lips and whispered, “So, you like my mouth, do you?  What about my tongue?” 

I reached out and licked my human lollypop, and then engulfed his upper body inside my opened lips.  After I slid him as far as I could into my mouth, covering him with my saliva, I enjoyed the feel of him squirming on my tongue. He struggled to push his way back out of my mouth, and it tickled.  So I started laughing and he was able to push out past my teeth.  I allowed him to fall to my palm, still laughing. 

I lifted him close to my chest and wiped him against my shirt to dry him off.  Doing so caused my nipples to get erect.  I couldn’t believe that such a tiny man could influence me like this, but I liked it!  I hoped he didn’t see, though.

“Now that you have both promised to do anything I want, and because I am terribly horny right now, I am going to ask you to do the unthinkable.”  Jen was still sobbing, and now I could see that she started trembling.  “Relax, it could be fun!” I giggled and tried to lighten the mood.

I carried them over to the couch, where I had a fluffy pillow waiting.  “It is a simple request.  Tim, I want you to fuck Jen while I watch.  Right here, and now,” I said as I patted the pillow.  “Remember you both promised!”

The shocked expression on both their tiny faces was priceless!

“INCEST!  You are forcing me to have carnal knowledge of my own SISTER?  Please, ma’am!  That IS unthinkable!”

Jen rushed to Tim and hid behind him.  “This isn’t happening! This can’t be happening.  Anything else…not THAT!” she cried out, trying to bargain with me. 

After I placed them on the pillow, they tried to get their balance on the fluffy surface, but ended up on their knees instead, the way I like my pets to be.

Tim was valiantly trying to put on a brave front, but I could see that he was truly distressed.  The thought of fucking his own sister was bad enough, but having to do it while being under my watchful eye was unbearable.  His cock was flaccid. 

It was clear that I was going to have to direct things, because they were both absolutely frozen in place.  “The sooner you get it over with, the faster you can have some rest.  I’ll give you some food, and let you be alone together for the rest of the day.  Put on a good show for me, first, though.  You promised.”

Still neither of them moved.  I think they were in shock.

“Jen!  Suck on his cock now!” I commanded in my most authoritative voice, shocking her into action.  “Get him nice and hard so he can fuck you!”

She crawled on her hands and knees to be in position in front of his kneeling frame.  Slowly, she lowered her head to his flaccid cock.  Sobbing quietly, she took the head into her mouth, and when she tried to suck on it, she started gagging.  It was difficult to sob and suck simultaneously.  I chose to let it play out and see what Tim would do.  As I suspected, he took over, and he reached down to run his hand through her hair, comforting her as best he could under the circumstances.  He whispered something to her that I couldn’t hear, but I had an idea of what he was saying.  He had submitted to me completely now, and he was persuading her to do so as well.  I felt triumphant. 

Gripping both sides of her head now, he started to thrust his hips ever so slowly, moving her head back and forth so that his cock glided in and out of her lips.  His cock grew long and hard, and I could see the pained expression on his face and the tears running down her cheeks.  This was just too wonderful!  All the emotions in such tiny little bodies…I was very pleased.  I think that he was actually going to go through with this!