Sarah's Unwanted Visitor
Sarah Wild sat on the couch, engrossed in her book, when a sudden movement caught her eye. There, scurrying near her black high heels, was a man. But not a normal man. He was barely four inches tall, an action figure come to life.
In the Palm of Her Hand
At first, Sarah couldn't believe what she was seeing. But as the tiny man got closer, she reached down with a tentative hand. Her fingers, colossal and gentle, closed around him, lifting him into the stratosphere of her attention. He was real. He was alive. She could feel the frantic fluttering of his tiny heart against her skin.
She held him close to her face, examining the impossible creature in her palm. His eyes were wide with fear, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. She was fascinated by him, by the way he could fit in the palm of her hand. She couldn't help but feel like she had stumbled upon a secret world.
Without thinking, Sarah brought the tiny man to her chest. The fabric of her floral dress was a soft, vast wall to him. She listened to him, perhaps even felt the tiny vibrations of his shouting voice, which to her was nothing more than a high-pitched squeak. A smile slowly spread across Sarah's face—not of fear, but of possession. She realized the absolute power she held.
The New Pet
Sarah turned the tiny man over in her hands, admiring him from every angle. She marveled at how small and significant he was. He wasn't a guest; he was a pet. A secret. She could do whatever she wanted with him, and no one would ever know. The thought both terrified and excited her.
As she looked down at the tiny man standing in her palm, surrounded by the terrifyingly beautiful landscape of her face and body, Sarah knew she was going to have a lot of fun with her new, living doll. She held him up to her ear, pretending he was whispering secrets to her. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the softness against her fingertips. She couldn't get enough of him.
Crushing His Dreams
But Sarah wasn't just going to play with her new pet. She was going to break him. She was going to crush his dreams, and there was nothing he could do about it. She placed him on the floor, and with one swift movement, she crushed him under her heel. The tiny man let out a high-pitched scream, but it was muffled by the soft leather of Sarah's shoe. She looked down at him, a satisfied smile on her face. She had just taken his first step towards complete submission.
From that day forward, Sarah enjoyed her new hobby. She would spend hours playing with her tiny man, crushing him under her heel, smothering him with her breasts, and even using him as a voyeuristic toy. He was hers, and she was going to make sure he knew it.
