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Let’s see if I can think of three.

First - There was this one woman, she used to be a dishwasher like me but I think she works at the dollar store back in my hometown now. She was short, like really short, kinda looked like she had Romanie features, don’t remember her very well.

I think I would keep her at around, four to five inches, not sure what I would do with her aside from the normal kinds of molestations.

Second - There was this Romanian woman, Alix I think her name was? She was drop-dead gorgeous, fun to hang out with at work, I did ask her out once, but she did that thing where ya say no, without saying no.

Now she definitely belongs at two or three feet tall, serving as a hole for my cock, and a pillow for me to nape on. But to be entirely honest, she was just a fun person to be around and just having her in my life, if even as just a friend, would be nice.

And Third - There was this girl I saw around my hometown, but never talked to. I don’t know what her deal was, all I know is that she was tall pretty and black.

Her I would keep at four or five inches as well, make her worship my cock with her sexy ass and tongue.

Hello everyone! So I suppose everyone who cares has noticed that I have not been putting new stories up lately. Well, that is because I’ve been writing a book! It’s five short stories, only a little less than 7,000 words altogether, titled Realms Of Horror Book 1 Food Chain. The book is going to follow a different demi-human each time, going further and further up the food chain each time.

But enough marketing, I need advice! I don’t know what e-book store to self-publish on, Amazone seems to be the popular choice, but there are just so many options, it confuses me so! And I know that a few content creators are involved with this site, so I thought I would ask for some friendly advice. Please and thank you! Have a good day!

((This is from one of my fanfics set in the ever so erotic Felarya. This was written beck when I was kinda bad at this, so try to not judge it too harshly!))

One upon a time in Felarya Olav’s Kingdome (Slice of life/Smut)

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Olav woke to a bright and shimmering sun, and he hated it, but there was nothing he could do about that. The mighty Jotun rose from his bed, looking much like any other man, except for his pointy ears tusks and cow tail. Olav then walked out of his cave and looked down upon his kingdom; the locals called it the orchard as most of the trees of the valley are fruit-bearing.

“We were wondering when you would wake up; you slept so deeply that if it was not for you’re snoring, one might think you were dead.” Olav looked over to the walk-way built into the cave wall, spotting a familiar elf woman with blond hair and wearing a green dress with a golden crown on her head.

"Good morning to you too, Kara, and where is my other wife if I may ask?

“She is still getting ready, I told her that this would happen if she did it herself, you know, but did she listen to me, no.” Olav could not help but chuckle at his little wife annoying her to no end if her death glare meant anything. When Olav first arrived in the valley it was at war, elves and humans fought a bloody battle for control of the orchard, the pore halflings were caught in the crossfire. Olav being a warrior born Jotun, charged both army’s head-on exterminating both forces equally. With the rush of battle in his veins, he would have destroyed both kingdoms, if not for Kara and Bonny, the princesses of the elf and human realms. They both pleaded at Olav’s feet to spare their peoples and were willing to do anything to achieve that goal, Olav was moved not only by their words but by them both as people. After a long negotiation, it was decided that Olav would marry both Kara and Bonny and be known from that day on as king Olav of the orchard. Olav then stopped remembering old times, hearing Bonny run down the walk-way, the pore woman had to rest when she finally got her husband and fellow wife. Bonny had a messy head of brown hair in which one could only bearly see her crown with hazel eyes, wearing a similar dress to Kara’s but with more room in the chest to accommodate her larger breasts.

“Sorry…huff I am…huff Late, this hair is being dame unruly!”

“I did offer to help dear, remember?”

“Eat a dick knife ear!”

“gasp Why you short-lived dirty mud-kin!” Olav just rubbed the sleep and frustration from his eyes this was a typical morning for him, both of their kingdoms were at war for as long as both of them were alive, so Olave understood the tension between them.

“Enough of this, we are going in front of the whole kingdom, and I want them to see a happy home clear?”

“Yes, husband, I will control myself as long as she does.”

“Ya, I can play nice when we are outside, dear, don’t worry about me!” Olav smiled down at his brides, picking them both up in one hand and pinning them to his palm with a kiss. Olav could feel them wiggling under his lips, and kissing him back, he stopped kissing them and just smiled down at his little lovers. Kara, while flustered was quick to straighten herself out, Bonny meanwhile just layed in Olav’s hand still breathless. As his wives fixed themselves up in his palm, Olav walked down into his kingdom; it was harvest season, and he had to oversee all of it. Olav marched on to his throne, being careful not to step on anyone as he did so until, at last, he saw it. As a symbol of his power, Olav carved up one of the dead trees of the orchard into his throne, and ever since he did, the throne has been the center of every event in the valley. At the foot of his throne, he could see to familiar little folks waiting for him the girls smiled as they spotted them as well.

“Holy shit, its papa! Hay papa, its Bonny, I am up here can you see me?!” The king of the humans waved back up to his daughter, looking just as happy to see her, Olav set his hand down, letting his wives off to see their fathers. While Kara greeted her father as a king and fellow ruler first before moving in to embrace him, Bonny did not have any time for such ceremony rushing over and almost knocking over her pore old man, not that he seemed to mind. After they were done, Olav picked them back up and set them next to their thrones, one on each arm of his own, and the harvest had begun. Olav then spent the rest of the day judging contest after contest, from pie eating to stone tossing, even some sward duels, but Olav’s favorite by far was the cooking contest.

“And now my lord high king of the orchard! We have given you our best now we give you our worst! Bring in the prisoners!” And with that, Olav got to have something real to eat, one of the first things Olav did was make it so that he performs every execution. And lined up before him was the worst of the worst, Olav picked up the first prisoner, the fear in his eyes arousing Olav, tilted his head back and swallowed him alive. The rest of the prisoners soon followed suit, some begged and pleaded for mercy, but nun of them was given any. Olav enjoyed his meal very much, and he could tell how much it bothered his subjects to have to watch him devour people alive, and that is why he made them watch so they would think twice before stealing killing or raping, else they go down his throat. When the harvest festival was over, Olav went back to his cave, gently setting Kara and Bonny down before flopping down onto his bed.

“Gods that was a long day, I do not know how I would have gotten through it without you girls!”

“Well, I know one way you could thank us…” Bonny then moved one of her dress straps off of her shoulder, then the other, revealing the underwear she was wearing to her husband, who reveled his erection to her in response.

“Now I am feeling a bit overdressed for the occasion, would you please helping me with that husband?”

“As you command my queen.” Olav then picked Kara up gently, slowly helping her out of her clothes until she was down to her panties, Olav then took Kara’s entire lower half into his mouth, slowly pulling her out. When she was out of his mouth entirely, Olav spat Kara’s panties out right next to her.

“Aw fuck the foreplay, defile my tiny body with that fucking tongue already!” Olav did as Kara commanded, moving her up to his face with one hand licking her all over with his tongue. With his other hand, he grabbed up Bonny, who had taken gotten completely naked by then, and started jerking off with the hand he was holding her in. Hearing both of his wives moaning in ecstasy was enough to drive Olave wild, He then focused on eating out the little elf in his hand, bringing her to the peak of pleasure, only to switch hands and do the same to Bonny. He continued this for what felt like hours before he just had both of his queens in one hand, letting them lay there panting hard within his palm, and continuing to pleas himself with his free hand and until it was, at last, his turn to cum, spraying down both Kara and Bonny with his white-hot seed.

“T-thank you for your seed, dear husband…” Kara said before she sat up and started licking the cum off of her fingers, Bonny, at the same time, was just wallowing in Olav’s hot cum, and he never saw them any cuter

Well, they look like they’re having a jolly old time! I imagine that finding even one lovely little thing content to live down the front of your pants is fantastic, let alone two!

All of my fetishes come back to one thing, power over others. The terror in their little eyes as they realize just how small they really are. The fact that they live and die solely on my whims and mood. It is intoxecating~! Totally dominating another person, owning them completely and utterly~. Taking everything from someone, their hopes, dreams, future, and leaving nothing but a life of subjugation and missury~.

It is actually the source of much of my self-loathing, and suicidal tendencies. I’m in therapy now and haven’t thought about hurting myself for a while, but it does get to me sometimes.

@crashman Please share your interests; as long as it has nothing to do with kids or animals, you should be fine.

This story was a request by IamtheWalrus right here on Daddy’s Dollhouse. If anyone else has a request, please let me know, and if I can make it work, I’ll do it.

Alison Parks walked through her home, her luxurious home. The cruel redhead chuckled at how her life turned out, starting out a twenty-year-old secretary, and now at forty-two, she owned a controlling share of one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the west. And all she had to do was blackmail a few horny bastards, ruin a marriage or two. Sure, Alison had to get her hands dirty a few times, but be it blood or cum, she knew how to wash it out.

“Another day, another few million in the bank!” Alison laughed hard. Firing an eighth of the company’s employees was considered heartless, but it made her money, so who cares if a few hundred thousand people starved. She got into a her nightdress, a luxurious pink seethrough thing that showed off her red bra and panties. Letting her shoulder-length red hair loos, reminding herself to see someone about that line of gray forming. But the moment she got into bed, things changed for the worse, a great green vortex formed above her, scaring the piss out of the rich woman.

“What in the-” But just then, an enormous hand came from the portal. She screamed as loud as she could while the massive warm hand plucked her from her bed and carried her up through the vortex. The smell of incense was what hit her first, then an image too horrifying for her to accept as reality.

“Hello, Miss Parks~.” The giant said, his wicked grin taking up her full view. The candle-lit room was too dark to make out much about him, but he clearly didn’t have good intentions. “Now, as lovely as you look, let’s get you out of those clothes ~. You won’t need them anymore~.”

“NO! Get off me! Get the fuck away from me!” Alison screamed as she was forcibly stripped. The powerful CEO was less than helpless before the power of her wicked capture, and in mere moments, she was naked in his palm.

“You are very attractive for a woman your age, you know that~?”

“FUCK YOU! Let me go this instant! Do you have any idea how fucked you ar-” A giant finger moved almost too fast to see, flicking Alison in the gut. Her eyes bulged as she almost vomited her dinner from the aggressive action taken against her.

“Now, that is no way to speak to your owner. I gave my last pet time to adjust, but I think you will need something to help you realize your new place in life, Miss Parks.” He then dropped the tiny CEO. She screamed as she fell, but she did fall long. It seemed he was at a desk of sorts. The hardwood did not feel good to land on, but Alison was more focused on escaping with her life than being comfortable. He didn’t give her enough time to try and run, pinning her down with one hand.

“P-Please, let me go! I have money. You l-like money, right? Who doesn’t!?”

“I’m afraid I already have everything I want from you. And from now on, you will only speak when spoken to, understood?”

“Please, I have millions! That has to be worth more than thi-AAAAAAA!!!” She screamed shortly after a loud snap and a stinging pain on her ass. She had no idea what he used to spank her, but it was loud, and it stung.

“I asked if you understood that you are not to speak unless spoken to. Do you?”

“Please, don’t hurt me-AAA!” She screamed as another snap signaled a sudden pain on her already sore butt. “No more, ple-Mmm! AAAA!!” Alison screamed and cried as he punished her repeatedly, snap after snap, the stinging pain was unbearable, and she lost count of how many times he hurt her, but she was thankful that he stopped.

“Do you understand what I told you?” The giant said in a stern, harsh voice. Seemingly unfazed by her whimpering and shivering.

“Y-Yes…”

“That will be, yes Master.”

“Yes… M-Master…”

“Good. Now I’m going to put you in a box for now. If I hear you scream at any time during the night, you get the rubber band again. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, sleep well, Miss Parks.” The cruel giant said, well, more ordered. Before placing her into a small chest, with bearly enough space to breathe, let alone get comfortable. All Alison could do was cry and beg herself to wake up from the horrible nightmare she was convinced she was having. But unfortunately for her, she was not dreaming. There was no waking up from the hell she was in.

…

“Good morning, Ally! Did you sleep well!?”

“You know damn well I didn’t.” Alison had not yet gotten used to Morgan, despite sharing a cage with her for the past few weeks. She had figured things out for the most part. Her capture was named Mark, and he was some sort of nineteen-year-old renegade wizard. And that she was not the only powerful woman the creep had caught. Morgan used to be a businesswoman who gained political aspirations, but the middle-aged brunet seemed to have lost all her bite. Not surprising, considering she was missing for three months, and was probably in their now shared cage for all that time.

“Aw! I’m sorry to hear that.” Morgan then sat down next to Alison, uninvited and unwanted, but she didn’t seem to notice. “I’ve actually been really nervous myself. What with the move coming.”

“I don’t care.” Alison said as she got up and walked away from the broken woman. “Unless you’re not going to help me try and escape while that creep is busy moving out of his parent’s attic, then piss off and mope in your corner.” She snapped as she took a chunk of the jerky Mark left for them in their feeding bowl.

“But what if Master decides that he doesn’t want us to move with him?”

“Good. I would honestly much rather ruff it outside than suffer even one more day with the shit.” She was getting angry but stopped when she noticed Morgan starting to cry.

“I don’t want to get thrown away… What if he throws us away?”

“Ignore her. Ignore her. Ignore her.” Alison said to herself as she focused on just trying to eat her food. But she couldn’t ignore her forever and walked back to sit next to her. “Hey, he’s not going to throw us away. That sick freak loves having power over women with a net worth more significant than he will ever have.”

“You really mean that?” Morgan began to smile, either ignoring or not caring about the backhanded nature of Alison’s words.

“Unfortunately, I do.”

“You’re a good friend, Ally.” Morgan said as she moved in to hug her fellow prisoner.

“And you will need a lot of therapy when I get us out of here.” It was then that the door to the room opened, and the two women had a very different reactions to the man that walked in.

“I’m home! How are my little pets?” Mark said as he walked over and collapsed on the couch next to the cage.

“Very happy that you are home~!” Morgan said lustfully.

“Plotting your death.” Alison said in a deadpan voice, earning a shocked look from the other tiny.

“Ally! You can’t say such nasty things to Master like that!”

“Oh shut up, you brainwashed condo-”

“ENOUGH!” Mark shouted, making both women silent. Morgan got onto her knees before the wicked giant. Alison didn’t go so far but did have a more submissive stance. “You have both spoken out of turn, but I don’t think I will punish you.” This was a shock to the two. Mark usually didn’t hesitate to inflict horrible pain upon them.“In fact, you two seem stressed. Morgan, help Alison to relax~.”

“Yes, Master~.” Morgan said with a lustful tone. Alison tried to run, but she was tackled to the ground by her fellow prisoner.

“Get off me! You crazy bitch!”

“Stop wiggling~. I’m not going to hurt you, and this will feel good, honest~.” Morgan moaned as she felt up Alison. The very woman she was comforting mear moments ago was raping her at the whims of their abuser. That alone was enough to make the aging ginger cry.

“Please, Morgan! You don’t have to do this! You said I was your friend… Please…”

“Oh, Ally~.” Morgan moaned between kissing Alison’s neck while groping her chest. “I am your friend~.” She then pulled the weeping woman up to her knees and moved a hand from her left breast to her crotch. “And I just want you to be happy in your new life~. Please, let me make you happy~.” Morgan didn’t go too deep into Alison. The sick brunet positioned her hand so that her thumb would rub the former CEO’s clit while she fingered her. Then they heard it. Behind their backs, Mark was jerking off. Pleasing himself to the molestation happening in his very shadow.

“Don’t… Please, Morgan…” Alison huffed out between lustful moans. Her body betrayed her, the sensation from her groin making her witch. “Please don’t m-make me… C-C-Cum… Not for him… Please…” Despite her protests, an orgasm was forced out of her. After a clenching in a short spasm, Alison went limp. No more tears rolled from her now empty eyes. She had nothing left to give, no pain or rage. She felt hollow as Morgan continued to kill grop and finger her. Morgan only stopped when Mark gave out a few quick grunts and cummed. Morgan took most of the gallon’s worth of cum to her back, but some splashed over her shoulders and spilled onto Alison’s.

“Hand her to me, Morgan…”

“Yes, Master~.” Alison was then brought to the tip of the monster’s dick. It still had some drops of cum on the slit. He rubbed the tip of his cock on her face first, then smeared whatever didn’t stick to her face on her tits. She didn’t struggle, no strength or bite left. She was then just dropped into the cage carelessly.

“Lick her clean, and then I will reward you~.”

“Yes, Master~!” Morgan growled in a listful tone, having been worked up into a frenzy by the sexual acts she committed. Alison looked blankly at the sex-crazed woman licking and sucking at her face and breasts. And it felt like looking into a mirror for Alison, that she was destined to become the same mad living sex doll Morgan was. And that was all that was needed to get Alison to start crying all over again.

…

Alison felt hopeless, her butt was sore from the punishment she received for trying to escape, and it was looking more and more like an impossible task every day. And one thing Mark made sure she knew that particularly stung was that it only took to months of looking for the media to completely loos interest in her disappearance. She was not missed. Her presumed death was unmourned. Her family, whom she had alienated years ago, didn’t even have a funeral.

“You really brought it on yourself, you know.” Morgan scolded as she rubbed Alison’s ass.

“I know…” The realization of how truly alone she was in her old life made her begrudged grateful for her fellow prisoner’s affection. But Morgan was on Mark’s side in all things.

“Why do you keep trying to escape? It’s not like there’s anything for you out there, except for being eaten by a stray dog or something. So why?” There was no spite or annoyance but concern. In her own twisted and insane way, she really did care about Alison.

“What other choice do I have, Morgan?” Alison said as she sat up, looking out at the room outside of their cage. Mark had done well enough for himself, not rolling in cash but not starving either. “How can I settle for being some brat’s plaything? Especially after work my ass off climbing to the top for longer than he has even been alive for.”

“You’ll forget that life soon enough. I did.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” The conversation ended after they heard their owner enter the apartment. Both women got onto their knees by the time he was done putting groceries away.

“Got food. How are my little pets?”

“Good, Master~.”

“Sore… But well… Master.”

“As well you should be, little Ally.” Mark said sternly as he held out his hand. His loyal pets did as he silently commanded, and got onto his hand so he could lift them up to near eye level. “After that little stunt, the only reason you are not nursing a bruised and broken body is that Morgan begged on your behalf!” His eyes burned with a bearly contained fury. He could kill them so easily, and Alison really thought he would for a moment. But with a deep breath, his wrath was held at bay for now. “But I have decided to be merciful. I hope you appreciate this.”

“Oh, I do, Master~.” Alison said in as lustful a tone as she could. Despite being disgusted with the brute, she needed to make him happy. “Please, let this worthless thing show you how much it appreciates your gentle response to disobedience~.” This response earned a smirk on Mark’s lips.

“Oh, I don’t know.” He teased as he began to pet Alison. She forced herself not to shudder in disgust at his touch. “I don’t think you deserve a chance to please my cock.”

“Oh, have a heart, Master~. Please let me worship your cock~.” Alison hated herself for saying what she did, but if she was going to avoid being beaten to death next time she tried escaping, she needed to make the pervert think he broke her.

“Oh yes~! Let us make you cum, Master~!” Morgan half moaned, half screamed, not facking it like Alison was. “I need cum, Master~! Please let us make you cum~!”

“What kind of monster would I be to reject such pleading~?” Mark got his cock out with his free hand and gently placed the tines onto it. Alison looked at the dick taller than she was, her lustful face not showing the disgust she truly felt. The shrunken women pressed themselves against it, rubbing their chests and crotches against the warm tree-sized manhood as they kissed it.

“Yummy~!” Morgan moaned as she jumped up onto the hard cock. Humping and grinding her way up the shaft as she licked it, allowing herself to slide down only to do it again. Alison was not one to be outdone, even in tasks she’d rather not do. Using her entire body, hands, elbows, feet, knees, tits, crotch, and tongue, She worked as much of the monster-sized dick she could.

“Oh, fuck ya~!” Mark moaned. He quickly grabbed his dick, pressing the two tiny women against his cock. Alison could hear parts of her body pop and crack in his tight grip as he jerked off. Bearly able to breathe, Alison couldn’t understand how Morgan could keep moaning, let alone climax to the wrought treatment. The worm monolith they were pressed to then began to twitch, and for a few moments, the grip became tighter, then loosened as their owner cummed three loads into their feeding bowl. “great job, girls~. I think you should get an extra treat~.” He huffed as he set them down in their cage. Alison ached and groaned, not at all enjoying what had just happened. While Morgan, on the other hand, writhed in ecstasy. “Dig in!” Their Master didn’t so much order but proclaimed. When Alison crawled over, all she could do was chuckled.

“Naturally.” She muttered to herself. The giant bastard sprinkled chocolate chips into the bowl of cum. Then, in her usual crazed fashion, Morgan dipped some of the chips in cum. Alison took a chip and munched it, and had to admit, the salty seed did taste good with the chocolate.

…

Ally was not enjoying the show that her Master was watching, so she found something more fun to do. Climbing into his underwear as he was resting on the couch, she joined Morgan to please his dick.

“What are you doing here, Ally?” Morgan asked between licks as she gently pleased her Master.

“TV was boring. Decided to keep busy~.” Ally then crawled to the tip of the giant cock, making out with the tip.

“Master only wanted me to please him. You’re going to get in trouble.”

“That’s between me and Master, Morgy-Boo~.” Morgan was flustered at the use of her nickname. But she didn’t have to try and recover as a massive hand plucked Ally from the underwear and held her to eye level with Mark.

“What are you doing?” He asked, seeming a little annoyed.

“I just wanted to taste cock, Master~. Don’t good pets always want cock~?” Ally said as she gave her unamused owner the cutest puppy dog eyes.

“That is Morgan’s job, and your’s is tossing popcorn into my mouth when commanded.”

“Oh, Morgy-Boo always gets the good jobs!” Ally crossed her arms as she pouted. The unamused glare became even more intense.

“That’s it! Time for you to get punished!” Mark growled as he got up and walked to his desk. Ally didn’t struggle or resist. She was bad, so she deserved it. At least, that is what her disturbed mind told her. The vibrators he got out were small by normal human standards, but to Ally, they were bigger than her arms. “Are you ready to get your punishment?”

“Y-Yes, Master…” Ally squinted as he began. Then, yelping as the vibrators were not so gently shoved into her ass and pussy, right before they were turned on to full power. Her entire body jiggled and shook as the sex toys rumbled inside of her. The noises she made while the wicked tools ravaged her holes were indescribable but arousing to Mark. But Ally would not have noticed that Mark pulled out his cock and started to gently jerk himself off to her suffering. The vibrations were only half as pleasing as they were painful, her mind was getting lost in it. She writhed and screamed as she felt like she was going to be torn apart from the inside out. She didn’t even register that she was covered in cum until the vibrators were turned off.

“Oh Ally…” Morgan said as she comforted her friend. “Why do you have to test Master like that? One of these days, you’re going to push it too far.”

“M-Ma-Maybe… Maybe I… Just like when you take care of me. Morgy-Boo~.” Ally then used the last of her strength to move a cum filled hand to Morgan’s face. She then lovingly licked it off of her hand. They both had licked clean the cum off both of them and the desk, as well as felt each other up a little as they did, before Mark came back and collected his things.

“Have you learned your lesson, Ally?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, you’ll have to learn to be a good example for the new girl.” Both women looked up to their owner with shock.

“We are getting a new friend!?”

“That’s right, Morgan. The news is starting, and this politician woman being charged with treason looks like she might need a good reforming like you two had.”

Poor little thing looks like she was just left in the tip jar at a restaurant. Tinies that have been abandoned like that must have a lot of self-worth issues. I can see her being extra eager to please whoever ends up with her next as a result, It would be a dick move to take advantage of that though.

When I was but a little goblit, I got this Mulan toy in my happy meal. And this might have been when I started noticing girls too, because I remember looking the toy over a lot, rubbing it, licking it some, I was a weird kid.

I really hope he finds a way to break the curse. As much of a whore I am for tragedy and horror, I do so love a happy ending~.

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@pnwfootguy I don’t get off to it personally, but I could get into it for the purposes of humiliating the little lady.

Plus, my feet get cold very easily, so my victim’s little bodies could be used for that when not put to better use, I suppose.

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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@Kondo This is an interesting question actually.

As for me, I’ve found it much easier to write porn stories when thinking about it as an observer. I have a very visual imagination, so it’s like watching it take place in my head than writing it down, one-handed.

In the shower, it’s all me, usually imagining some poor wiggling goblin in my grasp.

When walking about the street or at work I also fantasize about myself being the giant, or more to the point, the people I see being small. In my grasp with no way out, either stuffed in my pants or mouth.

So, I suppose it’s situational for me.