He was a tall man, standing 6'4", but She shrunk him down to size with one look; her blue eyes, powerful lasers, cutting him down to a mere 2 inches instantly. "Tiny as they come now, aren't you," She mused, holding him by his starched collar between a freshly manicured forefinger and thumb; if he responded, She surely couldn't have heard his tiny squeak. "We'll need to store you somewhere safe until playtime, that's for sure; those little bird bones would surely shatter like eyeshadow meeting linoleum if we were to have any...accidents." She tossed him into the air, flipping him like a quarter, and giggled at his little, tiny, terrified expression as he rested safely again in her palm.
She patted the sides of Her skirt--no pockets--and it was finally too warm for a jacket. Her new Alexander McQueen handbag was small, so She'd left non-essential makeup and Her sunglasses case behind, but what She lacked in storage options, She'd make up for in creativity. She placed little man on Her desk and rifled the bag, pondering a moment, before a hilariously brilliant idea struck--an idea that had Tampax written all over it! She withdrew the tampon from an inside pocket, set it on the desk, and spun it toward him; to avoid the impending steamrolling, he leapt up onto the approaching barrel, steadied, and jogged in place for a moment, reminiscent of the log-rolling competitions She'd seen in those weird Lumberjack Contests that were sometimes on TV. "Decent balance," She complimented, pinching him up momentarily before repositioning him so that his little legs straddled the tampon; "My own tiny, twisted version of Major Kong riding the bomb in Dr. Strangelove, only you're a wee bit--and, yes, that pun is intended--less enthusiastic. Don't fret, tiny pet, I'll take good care of you!" Though Her voluminous voice boomed against his minute eardrums at near-deafening levels, he found Her tone seductive and was compelled to submit; Really, what choice did he have? He watched Her large, though strangely still-delicate, hands carefully push the product through the crimped seam of its wrapper, then plunge what looked like a cotton bullet from a plastic applicator. She matter-of-factly scooped both him and the applicator up, pinched the plastic tube so that the opening widened, and dropped him in. He plummeted dreadfully close to the jagged teeth at the mouth of his path, but found the internal fall less troublesome than anticipated, as the applicator plunger depressed gently against his slight weight and carried him down the tube like an elevator. Now a prisoner in plastic walls, he looked up helplessly to see a beautiful blue eye staring down at him. "Perfect fit, this will keep him nicely until I want him again!" She purred, and returned the tube to its wrapper, before zipping it back in Her handbag's inside pocket. Today, She was a Girl on the go, with a very busy day in front of Her. Two more meetings, an important business lunch, yoga at 6, then a fourth date with a man She found refreshingly...fuckable. He was without major baggage, respectful, established, successful, and strikingly sexy; honestly, She felt a stirring in Her panties after date one, and wondered if he was the one She'd allow to break Her sex-free streak as of late. That bridge of consecration wouldn't (even hypothetically) be approached for at least five more hours, so She thought it best to focus on the tasks at hand, though those thoughts, even filed in the very back cabinet of Her mind, sharpened Her focus and highlighted a subtle sass which gave her an edge in the day's dealings. Hands to heart...Forward Fold...Downward Dog...Crescent Moon...Warrior...Mountain Pose; hot yoga always set Her busy mind right after a long day on the clock. Soon She smiled, stepping into the steamy bathtub, knowing there was nothing more on Her to-do list other than date night. ALL thoughts of the previous stressful hours fizzed away like the rose-scented Bath Bomb She soaked with; She shaved Her legs and other important bits, massaged lotion into Her supple skin, and slipped into a matching lace bra and panties, before choosing a sexy blue cashmere dress from the closet. As She fastened the last strap of a powder blue Prada stiletto, he rang the bell; they exchanged a pleasant 'hello' kiss, She grabbed her handbag from the counter, and they were off... Dinner was wonderful, the wine, divine and though conversation flowed naturally and enthusiastically, a dull ache grew in Her stomach and was making it increasingly hard to focus. "I'll just be a moment, don't miss Me terribly" She smiled, excusing Herself to the bathroom. She entered the stall, drew Her panties down, and cursed as Her ass met the toilet seat; s small red blotch now stained the lace which had just been so perfectly nestled between Her legs. She had started Her period. Disappointed that the question of "will we?" had been answered, without invitation, by Mother Nature, She expelled one more "damnit" before grabbing Her handbag from the purse hook and unzipping it's inside pocket. "At least I'm prepared," She thought, ripping the tampon from its wrapper. Her irritation distracted Her... Little man had been held captive in his cylindrical prison for so long that he'd fall asleep, hopeless. Now jarred awake, he found himself plunged upward, toward the menacing plastic teeth he'd faced earlier upon imprisonment, but something was odd; he didn't see any light beyond the opening, as he had earlier. Finally poked past the gates of his plastic prison, he found himself in foreign territory. It was dark, warm, damp, and smelled...a bit iron-y?? "Nooooo," he shrieked, realizing, but no one hears a little man.
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