Chapter Seven: Hoodwinking
"Proud of you, tiny guy!"
I pant and nod, laying down a surreally big ballpen, big and cumbersome as a fencing stake to me, high as my chest, even though surprisingly light: another everyday object ridiculing my remained 8 1/2 inches of body size. If possible, I will try and avoid interacting with objects in general from now on, trustfully releasing myself into the care and discretion of my giant assignee. It's hard for me to let go of my former life, especially of the factor control that has been defining it ... with my passive role in bed as a kind of secret offset, a trustfully submissive habitude that's now going to be encroaching on my whole existence by necessity. A strange kind of early retirement, resulting in a fulltime amourous escapade. I'm going to live my dream, as they say, even though under the strangest of circumstances.
"Proud of you, tiny guy!"
I pant and nod, laying down a surreally big ballpen, big and cumbersome as a fencing stake to me, high as my chest, even though surprisingly light: another everyday object ridiculing my remained 8 1/2 inches of body size. If possible, I will try and avoid interacting with objects in general from now on, trustfully releasing myself into the care and discretion of my giant assignee. It's hard for me to let go of my former life, especially of the factor control that has been defining it ... with my passive role in bed as a kind of secret offset, a trustfully submissive habitude that's now going to be encroaching on my whole existence by necessity. A strange kind of early retirement, resulting in a fulltime amourous escapade. I'm going to live my dream, as they say, even though under the strangest of circumstances.