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@The-Big-G I like how the broken glasses imply that she totally kicked his ass. Especially considering the fact that she was nearly surviving most of the fight. Shows how a tiny can fuck you up if you are not carful.

My list of punishments is as follows.

Minor Infractions - Being Bratty Or Some Such

1 - Spanked with a rubber band

2 - Dangled over a height that would kill them if dropped

3 - Verbal scolding

Moderate Infractions - Repeated Disobedience Or Escape Attempts

1 - Flicked hard enough to hurt, possibly bruise

2 - Two days of solitary confinement, without food or water

3 - Pressed against the floor underfoot until their struggling stoped

4 - Threatened with being eaten, possibly dangled over mouth, or placed in mouth and almost swallowed repeatedly

Major Infractions - Somehow Harming Their Master Or Failer To Improve Performance Over Extended Period Of Time

1 - Pinching limbs until they break

2 - Strangled with thumb and forefinger

3 - Burned with hot wax, cigarette, or a match

4- Violently use special tiny dildos to rape their pussy and ass until they no longer have the strength to scream, cry or move

If All Of This Does Not Work To Maintain An Appropriate Level Of Obideanc Than The Tiny Will Be Disposed Of In The Following Ways

1 - Crushed underfoot, ass, fist, or genitals

2 - Thrown away after having every bone broken, trash can, toilet, or garbage disposal in the sink

3 - Eaten whole, or prepared as a part of a dish alive, possibly fed to a regular-sized significant other

4 - If they are a size that can hold a cock, comfortably or otherwise, they will be fucked until death, orally if possible

Chapter 1 - New Home

Simon Bell was never close to his great uncle, so it was quite a shock when he discovered that the bastard had left everything to him. Simon was not what you would call a lordly-looking fellow. Messy hair, short, with a bulge around the belly, and round glasses made him the spitting image of an accountant, which he was. But that was before he inherited an entire valley with woodlands, a formally prosperous mine, and a quaint little village named Green Dail. No, no more Mr. Simon Bell. Now it was Lord Simon Bell. That would take some getting used to.

“We are at your estate, my Lord.” The hunchbacked carriage driver said to Simon as he hopped around and opened the door for him.

“Excellent, sir, um…?”

“Glibs, my Lord. Patric Glibs, at your service.”

“Excellent, Patric. This should cover the ride. I should call you if I have the need to venture into town.” Simon said as he placed the payment in the man’s outstretched hands. And from Patric’s expression, he may have given too much.

“A moment for your change, my Lord.” Simon then waved his hand dismissively.

“No, no. That was the smoothest ride I’d ever had. Consider it a tip, and an incentive to make my requests a priority in the future.”

“Oh, very lovely, sir! Plenty classy!” The hunchback then rode off, giddy as a schoolboy. Simon had hoped he came off as Lordly enough, but a part of him still felt like an imposter. Looking upon his new home, he was very impressed, built into the side of the mountain, the mansion’s local name was the Grim Castle, which earned its name. Covered in hideous gargoyles spewing fresh water from the mountain springs and dower cloudy-gray stained glass windows, it was hardly a welcoming place. Indeed, his serving staff didn’t even come out to greet him as he arrived, a relatively big insult, as Simon was lead to believe from what little he knew of such protocols. He then entered the manor alone, not knowing what to expect.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” He called out as he entered, and the inside was just as unsettling as the outside, but for different reasons. The first sight that welcomed him was a carriage-sized dragon skull that served as the hearth in the main hall. And that was hardly the only oddity, tapestries, clay pots and jars, and even sculptures from countless cultures. All on display and with places to say where they were acquired, some as humble as jewelry made from exotic minerals to idols of foreign and heretical gods that towered tall and menacingly. Walking down from one of the two staircases flanking the dragon skull, an elderly fellow with a silk eyepatch in a fine suit walked down a little faster than was safe, and panted as he got to Simon.

“My deepest apologies, my Lord! We were not expecting you so soon!” the butler, it was clear that he was the mansions butler by this point.

“It’s quite all right, but I would have liked to meet the entire staff right away.”

“That should not be too difficult, my Lord. There are only the five of us.” Simon went slack-jawed.

“You’re pulling my leg! If I’m to understand, this manor requires at least a dozen staff, no wonder you couldn’t come out to greet me! How do you manage!?” The elder chuckled a bit.

“It is true we have more than we can handle most days, but we manage. First, forgive me for not introducing myself.” The butler then did a half bow. “My name is Humphry Malard, your butler and first among your serving staff.”

“A pleasure, Mr. Malard. Simon Bell, though I suppose you already knew that?”

“Indeed. Would you like me to take you to your bedroom? I understand that you took no less than three carriage drives to get here.”

“Yes, please. The drive from the city was long, and I would very much like to relax.”

“Excellent, sir, follow me.” As Simon was led deeper into the manor, the windows quickly vanished, replaced with pantings of lovely countryside. But what dominated every hall were more exotic trophies from distant lands. Almost giving him a heart attack when he turned a corner and saw a stuffed creature that looked like a mix between a wolf and a giant snake with moose antlers of all things!

“I feel like I’m staying in a museum. Did my great uncle really go to all these places to aquire these tacky things?”

“Indeed he did, my Lord,” Humphry said as he walked. You will find your new domain in a sorry state because of it. The lack of staff, the mine shutting down, the town in poverty. All to fund your seniors galavanting to god knows where and bringing back any kind of wonder or horror. I mean, electric lights? I’ve lived too long!" Humphry said dismissively as he opened an imposing set of double doors. “These are your chambers, my Lord. Please, ring the bell with a blue ribbon if you need me. The bell with the red ribbon if you would like… A little company. If you take my meaning.”

“My uncle could afford a whore, but not a bellhop? I have a lot of work to do in the coming days.” Simon groaned as he set down his bags. “Please bring dinner to my study tonight. I think I will be turning in early.”

“Excellent, my Lord. I shall return when your meal is prepared. What shall we make?”

“What do we have?”

“We are fully stalked, and we have a variety of exotic spices from the privet garden. Beef, chicken, pork, any vegetable you could desire.”

“A pot pie should do for dinner. I will only be having one course tonight, again, very tired.”

“As you wish, good evening, my Lord.”

“Good evening, sir Malard.” Simon looked over his new quarters properly. He was somewhat annoyed by what he found. His privet chambers were split into three sections, the study, the bedroom, and a privet garden. The study was messy with maps, books, cartography equipment, and hunting trophies. One of which was a stuffed harpy, but not one of the local variety. The body was mainly of a tropical bird with rainbow feathers, and the human torso and head were that of a dark-skinned woman with jet black hair. And the pictures on the walls were no less gruesome, one of his uncle standing atop the dead body of a dark-skinned elephant centaur more than four times his size. And others still of smaller demi-humans being strung up like dead rabbits with the sadistic bastard standing next to them with a child-like smile.

“Well, I think I will have quite the hard time sleeping tonight.” He quickly left the study and moved to the bedroom. It to was covered in trophies but of a different nature. Along the walls and in glass display cases were pinned clothing and nick-nacks, all looking like they were made for people from 2inch to 8inchs in height. Even entire tiny buildings looked like they were plucked up from some little village in a deep jungle or far east.

He saw a balcony and considered it odd, thinking he was inside the mountain. He walked out onto it and saw a breathtaking cavern with a massive garden of exotic plants. Lit by various electric lights and watered by a freshwater spring that looked like it doubled as a bath. “Ok, now this is just fucking ridiculous!” Simon proclaimed as he moved to fall backward onto the bed. Noticing the two bells on a desk next to his bed, he moved his hand to grab one, hoping to add a stiff drink to his meal order. His eyes went wide with horror when he noticed that he accidentally grabbed the bell with a red ribbon rather than the blue one. Then, suddenly, a flash of bright pink light burst like a flash bomb on the desk the bell was on. When he cleared his eyes, he was stunned by what he saw.

“Good evening, my Lord.” Said the two tiny women now standing on his desk in unison. Both were about 5inchs tall, with pale skin, shoulder-length ginger hair, and with plenty of freckles. One was an older woman, looking to be in her forties, and the other looked in her twenties, but both wore what could be generously described as humiliatingly revealing maid outfits.

“Oh my… I didn’t know my uncle had farries on the payroll.”

“We’re not paid. Me and my mother are your pets-.”

“Dolly!” Scolded the older woman. “Do not speak out of turn again, understand?”

“Sorry.” The younger woman muttered as she looked down and moved her hands behind her back.

“It’s more than ok,” Simon said in as comforting a tone as he could muster. “Please, introduce yourselves. And explain exactly what kind of pixes you are.”

“As you wish, my Lord.” The older woman said with a half bow. “My name is Magdalen, and this is my daughter Dolly.” The young woman gave a friendly smile as she waved at Simon, who waved back, chuckling a bit. The little lady was just adorable. “And we are Brownies, house fairies, tidy up and belong to whoever owns the house we are bound to.”

“Bound?”

“Yes, I was summoned and bound to this household when I was younger. Being unknowingly pregnant when I was bound, my doughtier was born into the old master’s serves.” A bit of a worried look came over Magdalen. “With your permission, my Lord, may my daughter go and assist in preparing your meal? There is only one cook, and she will need the assistance.”

“Very well, you may both go if you like. I kind of called you on accident.” Simon said an embarrassed grin on his face as he rubbed the back of his head. Magdalen then turned to Dolly.

“You go on ahead, dear. I’ll be right behind you.” Then, with a nod, Dolly disappeared in a flash of light, leaving Simon alone with her mother. “My Lord, if I may make a request?” Simon nodded, signaling her to continue. “You’re uncle… Never touched Dolly. Even when she grew into womanhood, he only saw her as a child, so his lusts were almost exclusively directed at me.” Magdalen then began to fidget with her hands a bit. “Please, I know we are yours. And you can do whatever you want with us… But please…” The tiny woman began to shake slightly, looking like she might cry. “Please don’t hurt my doughtier. I don’t want her to learn about intimacy like… Like I did… Please…” Simon was unsure how to respond. He was mainly shocked and deeply moved by everything Magdalen had said. Mostly on instinct, Simon wrapped his hand around the small woman, trying to embrace her in as close to a hug as he could manage.

“I… I promise not to hurt Dolly.” He said softly. If anything does happen, it will be with her consent. You have my word." Magdalen then grabbed around the base of Simon’s thumb, hugging it as tightly as she could while crying tears of relief.

“Thank you!” She sobbed out. “Oh, thank you, Lord Bell! Your mercy will not go unappreciated, I sware!”

“You have nothing to repay.” He said as he began to gently pet her head and upper back with his free hand. He began to notice how nice Magdalen felt in his hand, her every curve in his grasp, and how soft her hair and skin felt as he petted her.

“W-Will you be using my services tonight, or should I return to assist in your meal?” Simon thought about it a moment as he looked down at her, and she up at him. She was a gorgeous woman, and just feeling her warmth in his hand was enough to make him flustered. But he was a gentleman of honor and class, and it would not be proper to indulge in carnal delight after such a conversation.

“Um… Just a kiss for now?”

“As you wish, my Lord~.” Magdalen then began to sparkle slightly as she floated up to Simon’s face. She gave her master a smile that would make a weaker man wild with lust, leaning over to his lips to plant a gentle, tiny kiss on his upper lip. Then in a flash of light, he was alone. He was panting slightly at the experience.

“I have a bit of work to bring my new estate in order. But I suppose I should make time to get to know Magdalen later. Right? Right.” Simon said to himself as he tried to calm himself down before Humphry came up with his meal.

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@Olo This might just be my self-loathing, but I always get a little nervous when my kinks start getting mainstream attention.

Like, reading a story on a website like this about guys taking revenge on a Karen-esc store manager by putting her in a jar and cercal jerk into it until she drowns is fun. But the idea of seeing it filmed with famous actors on a subscription website that is meant for the world to see, makes me a little weirded out.

Now that was probably an extreme example, but considering that this is a The Boys spin-off it’s more than likely. I guess that the point I’m trying to make is that I’m afraid that some stuff that should stay on sites like this being made into mainstream content is kinda worrying.

I mean, the Sequal Trilogy of Star Wars movies took their romantic subplot straight from fetish forms, and it’s the signal most toxic thing in the franchise.

Smurfette is a classic~. Also, Gargamel can literally make tiny women and program their brains. I’m just saying, if he was real, and knew about this site, he wouldn’t have to turn Smurfs into gold to get rich.

Tinkerbell is extremely sexualized, even in the first Peter Pan movie. Measuring her waist while standing on a hand mirror, getting stuck in a keyhole, and having her nice round ass bouncing about as she tried to get loose. Walt or someone on the animation team wanted that little hothead down the front of their pants, prove me wrong.

@smolchlo Indeed he is.

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Whelp, time for me to throw my hat into the ring. Where did that saying even come from? Sounds kinda silly to throw a hat into a ring, anyway, let’s get creative.

In A Univers Where Tinies Are Not Common

Shock and confusion, a little fear at first, a normal human reaction to seeing a bug. But when the jumping out of his seat at the sight of a weird-looking bug feeling wears off, he sees the poor little lady for what she is.

Confusion would take over, that moment of wide-eyed discovery that most only experience when their kids. Moving his whole head down to get a closer look, jaw slightly open, eyes glued to the tiny lady.

If he can hear her speak, then I would assume he would jump back a bit. So lost in the moment of discovery that any development would be surprising. The usual stumbling over questions would happen. “What are you? How did you get so small? Are their more like you?” But even after the ice has been broken, he would still be glaring at her like he found a fucking dragon egg.

What happens next is entirely up for speculation. Is he nice and sweet, taking her in and spoiling her rotten? Does he even see her as human, or as an exotic pet to keep in a birdcage and show off to his friends? Or as the first woman he met who couldn’t say no, who can’t reject or refuse his desires, who he can use whenever he wanted?

Honestly, I would probably be the first one for real and the third one when wear having sexy time.

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For me, it’s the power, fear, desperation, and horror. It’s all so lovely to me~.

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@BambiAlexis Fear, it’s the best sesoning~. The crying, the futile resistance, the dehumanization~.

Very big into fearplay, oral, humiliation, and non-con. All of them together make a fun time for at least one of the people involved~.