by ShrinkMaster » Wed Sep 23, 2020 3:46 pm
Jamie's Vacation
by TTS
The "Law & Order" character "Jamie Ross" is the property of Dick Wolf
Productions and NBC, and is being used in a non-commercial context (mostly
because she's really hot).
Jamie Ross looked out the window of the taxi at the New Mexico desert whizzing
by. This was the first day of her week-long vacation, and so far, it was going
just fine. This morning, she'd dropped her daughter off at her ex-husband's
place on her way to Kennedy airport; it went off without a hitch, as Brenda was
thrilled with being able to spend a week with her daddy and it was the first
time Glenn was civil towards her in months.
The flight out to Albuquerque was relaxing, for a change. It was non-stop, and
Jamie had decided to splurge on first-class tickets. She had hardly packed
anything, as she was advised that she wouldn't need to pack any clothing or
even toiletries. All she had with her was her purse and the clothes on her
back.
She certainly needed the break. The past few weeks had been hell. She and Jack
McCoy had prosecuted a group of businessmen for enterprise corruption and
murder, and while she was pleased with the conviction, the trial had taken a lot
out of her. The defense team had put up many baseless and frivolous writs and
each needed to be addressed, and that took time and energy that she felt could
be better spent with Brenda. Both her boss, Jack, and his boss, Adam Schiff,
could tell that she needed a vacation.
Desert Gems, the resort she was heading to, had intrigued her for some time. It
was a mini resort - not because it was small, but because the visitors were.
The website showed people frolicking in a swimming pool, playing games in the
playground, lounging on cushions while eating, even going on nature walks. The
photos and video clips were tastefully edited so as not to show the faces or the
intimate parts of the guests, as they were all nude as well as tiny.
Jamie had always wanted to try being a mini, but there was always something in
the way. She had custody of Brenda, and she felt it would be impossible to be a
mom to her while she was also playing at being a mini. Brenda was seven, and
even being a half-size mini would mean surrendering much of her authority to
her. The divorce from Neil had been a bitter stuggle, especially over custody
of Brenda. If he ever got wind of her as a mini trying to care for their
daughter, he would be rushing to family court to try to get sole custody, saying
that Jamie was an unfit mother. This resort seemed to be a good solution to a
hard problem. Jamie simply wanted to try it for a week, not necessarily for the
rest of her life.
The taxi slowed down as it approached the resort's entrance. She hadn't noticed
the passage of time, since the driver wasn't at all talkative. The place was
surrounded with a high brick wall with razor wire at the top, presumably to
keep out intruders. The car stopped and a uniformed security guard open her
door.
"Good afternoon, Miss Ross," he said cheerfully. "We're glad that you could
come." He offered her his hand to help her out of the cab.
Jamie was a little taken aback. "How did you know..."
The man branished a clipboard with her information. "It's all here in your
reservation info, ma'am." Jamie glimpsed a wallet-sized headshot stapled to
the page. "Don't worry about the taxi, we'll take care of it."
Jamie shrugged. This was actually kind of nice, she thought. This was probably
what celebrity life must be like, having people who could deal with all of the
stupid mundane stuff. "So, what do I do now?"
Something tugged at her sleeve. Jamie looked down, expecting to see a small
child, maybe Brenda's age. Instead, it was a very short young woman, dressed
in a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. "Hi Miss Ross, I'm Holly, I'll be
checking you in!"
"Oh, hi." Jamie hadn't expected to see minis so soon. She followed Holly
inside the gate. "If I may ask..." she began.
"Of course you've got a million questions, I know," she said breathlessly as
she walked briskly alongside Jamie. "I'm 43 inches tall, which makes me a 2/3
scale mini, it's not a really common size, but it's as close as we can be to
being a mini and still being able to go around in the giant world. You're
gonna love being here, Miss Ross, we've got all kinds of things to do and you
can go out on field trips to places like the Georgia O'Keeffe museum in Santa
Fe or to see the Carlsbad Caverns, or..." Holly kept talking her little head
off, while Jamie looked around at the lobby. It was brightly lit and decorated
in a Navajo motif. What impressed her most was how quiet and orderly everything
was.
Finally, they got to the reception desk. Holly gingerly stepped under the gate
and climbed onto a stool. "Let's see," she said as she pulled up Jamie's
information on the computer. "We have you down as going for the 1/4 option.
This is your first time being a mini?" Jamie nodded. "That's awesome! A lot
of people are afraid to going too far, so they'll only shrink down to 2/3 or
1/2 size, but you're being really adventurous."
"I wanted to get the full experience," Jamie said.
"Here you go," Holly said as she laid a cloth bag on the counter. She pointed
to a row of doors on the far wall. "All you need to do is go into door number
8, that's your changing room. Just put all of your clothes and your purse in
the bag and zipper it up, we'll collect it and store it for you until you're
ready to leave."
"What about my..."
"Oh don't worry about that Miss Ross, you're not gonna need money while you're
here, and everything's taken care of. Now, your mini pill is in there, along
with your wrist strap. It's really important that you wear it at all times,
beause it's your id while you're here and it's also your room key."
"What happens if..."
"Just don't lose it," Holly said sternly.
Jamie took the cloth bag with her to door number 8. Inside, she found that it
was sort of like a dressing room, except there was nowhere to sit. She opened
the bag, where she found an envelope containing the mini pill, the wrist strap,
and a sheet with instructions. The first thing the instructions advised her to
do was to set the pill and the wrist strap on the floor.
The next thing to do was to place her purse in the cloth bag. Before she did
so, she wanted to make a phone call. She flipped it open and dialed Neil's
number.
The phone rang a couple of times and then she heard a "Hello". It was Neil.
"Hi Neil, it's Jamie. Can I talk to Brenda?"
"We were just heading out, Jamie. But all right, just for a minute. Brenda?
Your mother's on the phone!"
A moment later, her daughter came on the line. "Hi Mommy! Where are you?
Daddy's taking me to dinner!"
"That's really nice, sweetheart. Mommy's in New Mexico, attending a ...
conference. I just wanted to call and make sure you're ok."
"Ok, Mommy. Oh, Daddy wants me to go."
"Fine sweetie. Say hi to Daddy for me, ok? Ok bye bye." She closed the phone
and turned it off. It went into the bag, along with her pocketbook, money,
credit cards, passport, drivers license, and everything else that identified
her as Jamie Ross.
Next, she removed her wristwatch, rings, and any other jewelry on her body.
She almost forgot the bellyring and the gold studs in her earlobe; she hardly
ever noticed that they were there. Finally, her clothes. Jamie had dressed
casually for the trip, wearing a light blouse tucked into her jeans and a pair
of running shoes. They went into the canvas bag, along with her panties and
bra.
Now she was completely nude. Jamie looked at herself in the mirror. She wished
that she'd hit the gym or the jogging trail a little bit more these past few
weeks, but work had made that impossible. She still had a nice figure, but at
35, she worried sometimes that she was getting past the age of desirability.
Her skin looked pale from too many hours of sitting indoors with Jack, going
over cases and putting together briefs.
Jamie smiled. For at least a week, she would be able to get away from all of
those pressures and maybe feel closer to nature. And she could work on getting
some sun. She could let her short brown hair get mussed up and nobody would
care. Hell, she could dance around naked and nobody would care. She understood
that the rules were different for minis; she wasn't altogether sure what they
all were, but she wanted to take advantage of any lessening of society's rules.
The mini pill was on the floor, enclosed in a packet that she tore open. It
didn't look all that impressive, just a small blue geltab. She swallowed it
quickly.
After she zippered the bag and hanged it on the hook, Jamie began to feel
lightheaded. This was the vertigo effect she'd been told about. Jamie had
the presence of mind to sit down on the floor and wait out the effects.
Everything seemed distorted as she shrank, even the passage of time. It was not
an unpleasent feeling. She'd tried LSD once while she was an junior at Smith
College, and the experience was not that different.
Jamie closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. The carpet under
her bare bottom and thighs started feeling rougher; she could feel it rub
against her buttcheeks as they became smaller. Noises coming from outside the
room became louder and deeper. And she felt a sensual wave come over her.
Jamie put her hands in between her legs. Oh God, that felt good, she thought.
When she opened her eyes, everything had an Alice-in-Wonderland look. The
canvas duffelbag that she'd place all of her belongings in was now hanging
high above her head. It looked like it was now the size of a car. Jamie shook
her head to try to clear it. She wasn't nearly as dizzy now, so she thought
she might be able to stand up.
Now she could see how out of place she was. She looked at the full-length
mirror mounted on the wall. It wasn't really full-length: its bottom was level
with her waist. She'd been 5'10" before she took the pill. Now, she wasn't
sure, math was never her strong suit. Less than 18 inches, to be sure.
Jamie found the wrist strap on the floor. It was similar to the kind of plastic
staps given out at bars and parties. She put it on. It was the perfect size
for her. There was a barcode on the back and she could feel something flat
hidden inside the plastic, probably an RFID chip.
There was a door on the wall that she had not noticed before. It was tailored
for her size, with a knob that was at just the right height off the ground.
Jamie turned the knob and pushed.
Jamie Ross opened the door to a much larger world. Right before her was rock
garden populated with cacti and other succulant plants. The rocks came right
up to the doorway and were large and smooth. When Jamie gingerly set a foot
on one, it was warm to the sole of her bare foot. It was early evening, so
they would still be warm from baking in the hot sun all day.
The walk through the garden was plesant. Warm air breezed over her naked skin.
Jamie took the time to look over each plant as she passed by. They were
interesting to view, so big and spikey. Tentatively, she touched a spike with
a fingertip; it didn't seem as sharp as the ones she's seen in the florists'
shops back in New York.
Some of the cacti were flowering. Jamie carefully sniffed one that was at nose
level. In the darkening sky, a few stars appeared. There were hardly any stars
visible in New York, Jamie reflected. As she slowly walked through the garden,
she felt much closer to the natural world, as though she were a part of it.
Soon, she found a cobblestone walkway, which led to a signpost. One of the
arrows pointed to "1/4 Rooms". She looked at the wristband; in the dimming
light, she saw that she was in room 1:4-14. Jamie followed the arrow down the
path, not running into anyone. She rationalized this with the knowledge that
August was the off-season here.
Her room was in a single-story building set low among the boulders and cacti.
Just as she was fretting about getting lost in the dark, small pinlights came
on, illuminating the rocks and giving off enough light to get by. She found
her room easily enough, and she discovered that passing the wristband over the
lock enabled her to get inside.
Room 1:4-14 was not a typical hotel room. After flipping on the oversized
light switch, Jamie found a large round cushion set in the middle of the room.
There were no sheets, blankets or pillows. Jamie stepped onto the cushion. It
felt firm under her feet, more like a futon than a mattress. If she had to
guess, it was about 20 inches across, big enough for her to sleep on.
The walls were painted in bright colors, reds, oranges and yellows predominated.
There was no separate bathroom: instead, there was an open shower stall and a
stack of towels laid on a yellow plastic table. At least the sink was white
and made of real porcelean. A set of toiletries had been placed neatly on the
countertop: shampoo, conditioner, soap, etc., all in a size that was easy for
her to use. A flat-screen television hung on the wall. Curiously, there wasn't
a Gideons' Bible in the nightstand.
Jamie was tired from the trip and the shrinking. She sat down on the "bed" and
turned on the TV. The Albuquerque stations' evening news were on; Jamie picked
channel 4. The lead story was about a fire that happened in a residential area.
Next was a piece on a corruption scandal affecting the governor. None of it was
interesting to Jamie. She was never much of a television viewer, except for
some of the courtroom commentary shows, but that sounded too much like her work.
Instead, Jamie decided that she was kind of hungry. She took a quick but
refreshing shower and toweled off. One of the nice things about being a mini,
Jamie thought, was that she didn't have to worry about what to wear.
Outside, the sky was completely dark and the stars were out. Jamie wasn't sure
of where to go, but there had to be a buffet somewhere. Finally, after a few
minutes of walking, she saw a pool of light set amid a grove of enormous barrel-
shaped cacti. It was a covered plaza, tiled in a sandstone color, with small
cushions set on the floor. A low table held platters of sliced fruit and cold
cuts, pitchers of water, plates, and utensels. Jamie took a place and picked
out some papaya and pineapple slices.
There were only two other people inside. Two girls, seated at the far end of
the pavilion, were talking quietly. As Jamie approached, she saw that they
were somewhat bigger than she was, probably 1/3 scale. They sounded like they
were speaking German; they stopped speaking when they noticed Jamie.
"Uh, hi. Can I join you?"
"Oh sure," the smaller, blonde one said in heavily accented English. She
pointed at a cushion opposite her. Jamie sat there, feeling kind of odd in the
presence of these "giants".
"What is your name?" the larger, brunette one asked.
"Jamie," she replied while biting off a chunk of papaya.
"I am Sandra," the brunette said, "and this is Greta. We are sorry if our
English is bad. We are from Austria."
Jamie held up her hands in protest. "No no, your English is fine, I can
understand you perfectly. How do you like it here?"
"Oh, everything wonderful," Greta said expansively. "Everyone so nice. We
yesterday came and small become." Greta's did not have as good a command of
the language, but she was trying and Jamie understood the gist of what she said.
"I came here today and I will stay for a week." Jamie tried to keep what she
said simple. "How long will you be here?"
"We will be here until ... Friday. Then we go to Los Angeles, where we work for
a family." Sandra set her plate down on the floor.
"You mean as a au pair or a nanny?"
"No no," Sandra said, searching for the right word. "We will be, ah, playmates
for a boy and a girl. This week, we train and then we go to California to live
with them." Greta nodded and smiled.
So they were going to go live as pets for a couple of kids, and they were
talking about it as casually as if they were discussing the weather. "Do you
two know what you're getting yourselves into?" she asked incredulously. She was
met with blank stares. "It's not a fun time, believe me. If those kids aren't
careful with you, you can really get hurt." Jamie had prosecuted three mini
abuse cases over the past couple of years, so she could speak with some
authority.
"Oh, ok it is," Greta spoke up. "Movie star we stay with, Rogers Barton."
Jamie remembered dimly that Barton won this year's Academy Award for Best Actor.
"He we met in Austria, job he give. Mr. Barton is very nice man." Greta
struggled with the word order on the last sentence.
"Just because he's in movies doesn't mean he or his kids are suitable mini
owners." It was clear, however, that she was not getting through to either one
of them. They were so star-struck that common sense made no impact on them.
Jamie decided to change the subject. "So what have you been doing here?"
"We are here to train to be minis," Sandra replied. "Today, we went on a trip
to a marketplace. We wore these," she gestured to her neck, "collars I think,
and we walked around. It was fun."
"Were there a lot of people? Giants, I mean?"
Greta nodded. "Strange it was. Everyone so big! Even the babies."
"I wanted to hide," Sandra added, "but Miss Rita was able to get us to walk
around and make us used to big people. It was not so bad. We had to run to
keep up with Miss Rita and Greta almost got lost because the leash came off
her collar."
"Oh!" Jamie shuddered to think what might happen if she got lost, shrunken and
naked in a sea of giants. Being trampled was the least of her worries. "What
happened?"
"A girl found Greta and was able to return her to Miss Rita," Sandra said by way
of explanation.
"She was nice," Greta said in a childlike tone. "Twelve years old, I think.
My hand she took and to Miss Rita led me. Miss Rita was worried, someone kidnap
me." Jamie could see why. Greta was a little on the stocky side, but very cute
and pretty, with large, round breasts and hips. Her friend Sandra was built
differently, taller and more slender, with shoulder-length brown hair. It was
clear to Jamie that Sandra was destined to be the boy's pet and Greta to be the
girl's doll.
"Tomorrow, we go to see the petroglyphs. Miss Rita is taking us." Sandra
looked at Jamie curiously. "Do you want to come?"
Jamie felt a bit taken aback. "I-I don't know. I'm not sure your friend would
want me along, since she's not training me."
"It will be ok," Sandra assured her, "Miss Rita is nice and I am sure she will
like to meet you. We will go in the morning. At eight, I think."
Jamie thought it over for a moment. She didn't want to stay cooped up in the
resort for the whole week. And it sounded like an adventure. One of the
reasons she wanted to try being a mini was to see what it would be like to
interact with the "normal-sized" world. "Alright," she told the girls, "I'd
like to come along."
"Wonderful!" Greta exclaimed. She and Sandra stood up. Jamie could see now the
huge differences between being 1/3 and 1/4 scale. Greta was a mini, and even
though she was just 2 1/2 inches taller than Jamie, she looked like she was
6'8", big enough to play for the Nicks. Sandra was even bigger, looming over
seven feet tall. It was a curious thing, becuase back when they were all normal
size, Jamie at 5'10" would have towered over both of them.
Jamie said good-night to them and made her way back to her room. It about nine
o'clock when she flopped down on the cushion. Sleep came very quickly to her.
The next morning, Jamie made sure to wake up early. Greta and Sandra were going
to meet her outside her room and then go out for breakfast. Jamie was a day
person, so it was easy for her to get up. The shower felt marvellous, as did
the fluffy towels.
"Hello!" a voice outside called. Right on time, Jamie thought, Germans really
are that punctual. She opened the door to see two Amazonian young women
standing on the walkway. "<i>Guten Morgen</i>," the smaller blonde one said
happily. "Ready you are?"
"Uh-huh. Let me just put on some lotion." Jamie rushed back inside to retrieve
the tube of sunscreen from the sink. She turned to see that Greta had managed
to get inside her room. As she spread the lotion over her body, she asked the
bigger girl if she wanted any.
"No, no, on me I have," she said sweetly. Greta looked around the room. Her
head was only a couple inches from the ceiling. She stepped over the cushion
to look at the television. "Your room is nice. Others are here?"
"Just me," Jamie said casually, as she rubbed the sunscreen over her bottom.
Now she was done. "Ok, we should go now."
The three ate breakfast at the same pavilion they dined in the night before.
This time, however, there were more people, all of them minis. After getting
their cold cereal and orange juice, they seated themselves separately and ate
quickly. Looking around, Jamie marvelled at the sea of bare flesh. She had
never seen anything like this before in her life.
"It is not a problem for us," Sandra remarked. "In Europe, people do not make
such a fuss over being undressed."
"Well yeah. I grew up in Albany, New York and went to an all-women's college,
so I guess I was kind of sheltered. You didn't have any problems when you went
out yesterday? I mean being seen nude?"
"No, not at all," Sandra said smiling. "Everyone is used to seeing minis now,
and Miss Rita was there to protect us." Jamie knew that society had evolved
to the point where it was perfectly fine for minis to go nude in public, so
long as they were half-sized or less. Some people were uncomfortable seeing
male genitalia, but even that attitude was changing. Just a few yards away,
she could overhear a group of male minis discuss an outing they were going on
that day. They were planning to go swimming at a nearby creek, under the
supervision of one of the giants who worked at the resort. They looked like
they were in their thirties, but by the way they were jostling and horsing
around, they were more like young boys than grown men.
They finished their meal and headed towards the entrance. As they approached,
Jamie saw Holly standing in the lobby, talking to an even more gigantic young
woman. That must be Rita, Jamie thought. Rita was very tall, perhaps close to
her own original height. She was athletically built, with deeply tanned skin
and short curly blond hair. Rita was dressed for hiking, wearing a pair of
hiking boots, khaki shorts and a light green tshirt. What surprised her was how
young she looked, maybe 16 or 17. That was probably a few years younger than
Greta and Sandra.
They didn't resent it though. When they came within a couple of yards from
Rita's feet, the two girls stopped and got on their knees. Jamie was unsure of
what to do. Kneeling to this girl seemed so servile and degrading. On the
other hand, it was Rita's decision whether to take her on the day trip. And,
she knew that there was a pecking order in the mini world, and that minis were
supposed to be respectful towards their superiors. Rita hadn't even noticed
them, so she discretely knelt behind the two girls.
After a few minutes, Rita and Holly had wrapped up their conversation. Rita
turned her attention to Sandra and Greta. She opened a zipper pocked from
her backpack and fished out two sets of collars and leashes. "Alright girls,
it's time to go. Stand up."
Greta and Sandra stood and let Rita strap the collars to their necks. Jamie
felt even smaller as she rested on her knees and watched. Suddenly, Jamie felt
the gaze of the giant teen upon her. "Hello, who's this?"
Holly looked up from her clipboard to see what was the matter. "Oh, her name's
Jamie Ross. She's new here, ma'am."
"Well, it looks like she wants to tag along. Is that it, sweetie?" Rita's
voice was low and loud. Jamie had been talked down to before, but never like
this! She was too overwealmed to do or say anything, all she could manage was
to nod. "Holly, go ahead and sign her up too. I just need to make a phone
call." Rita stepped away from them and unclipped her cell phone.
As she spoke on the phone, Rita held Greta and Sandra's leashes. It was quite a
sight. The two of them were kneeling obediently on the floor next to her feet,
saying nothing and doing nothing. After a moment, Rita was done with her
conversation. "Jamie, come here," Rita said. It was a command, given with
forcefulness but also with some restraint, implying that she was capable of
much, much more. Jamie felt compelled to stand up and walk over to the giant
girl.
Jamie came within a couple of feet of Rita's long tanned shins. The rough
hiking boots, mussed up and covered with spots of dried mud, intimidated her.
Without even having to look up at giant Rita's face, Jamie felt small and
insignificant.
Suddenly, a pair of giant hands appeared at her sides. Jamie was frozen in her
tracks, completely unable to react. The hands pressed on the naked flesh of her
hips and she felt her feet leave the ground. It was a dizzy sensation being
lifted like this. Before she knew it, she was sitting on the granite counter,
her legs set wide apart. The stone felt cold against the bare skin of her
thighs and buttocks.
"Jamie," the giant teenaged girl spoke. She looked up, way up to see Rita's
billboard-sized face. Her expression was firm and serious. Jamie was
completely cowed by the look from Rita's cold blue eyes staring down at her.
"Jamie, my name is Rita Hobart, but you may call me 'Miss Rita'. I understand
that this is your first time being a mini, so there's a few things I need for
you to know. First of all, while we are out, you will be under my custody, and
you will do as you're told. I know that you're used to being a big-time lawyer
back in New York, and there is an age difference between us, but none of that
matters anymore. You're just a little mini now, and I will not have any
backtalk or disobedience from you, and I will expect you to be on your best
behaviour. Do I make myself clear?"
Jamie nodded quickly. The last time she'd been talked to like this was when
she was nine and staying with a spinster aunt while her mother was in the
hospital. Only now, she wasn't nine, she was 35 and being lectured to by a
girl in her mid-teens. Still, Jamie was too intimidated to raise any
objections. All she did was make a shaky nod.
"Good. Now, I'm going to be too busy with these two little munchkins to be able
to do much with you, so I asked my younger brother to come along. You're too
little to be wearing a leash, so he'll have to carry you around. Everything I
said before goes for him too. Now, do you have any questions?" The way she
phrased it sounded to Jamie like she didn't want her to ask anything. So, she
shook her head, which seemed to please Rita.
Jamie was carried out of the lobby, her head over Rita's shoulder and a large
hand firmly cupped over her bottom. Rita's other hand held the two leashes.
She could see Greta and Sandra happily running alongside their giant misstress,
not at all concerned with the world around them.
Rita's car was a late-model Toyota subcompact. In the backseat was a child
seat. The two girls clambered into the back seat and onto the child seat. Rita
placed Jamie onto Sandra's lap and buckled them in. "Now all of you be still
and behave. Got it?" She made her point by waving her index finger under
Jamie's chin.
Jamie would have liked to have seen the streetscape during the ride over to
Rita's place. Instead, she had to put up with having her flesh pressed against
Greta and Sandra's. Both of the girls were quiet during the drive, and Jamie
didn't feel like talking. Instead, she wondered how she got herself into this
perdicament. When she was full-sized, she'd always been very assertive. This
was part of the reason her marriage to Neil had failed: they were too much alike
and neither of them was ever willing to concede a point. Assertiveness was not
a trait valued in minis, who were expected to be passive and submissive. If
Neil could see her now, he'd probably be thrilled.
It didn't take long to get to Rita's family's home. Rita honked, but Jamie was
unable to see what was going on. A moment later, the passenger-side door
opened. A giant blonde head poked inside. At the sight of this, Jamie tried to
scrunch herself into a little ball, so as not to be noticed. "Hi Rita!" the boy
said loudly.
"Take a look in the back, Danny." The front passenger seat flipped down and now
Jamie could get a full view of Rita's brother. He was about 11 or 12, dressed
in much the same way as his sister.
"Oh cool!" he exclaimed. "Is the little one Jamie?"
"Yeah, she's yours, at least for today."
"She's really cute. Can I take her out?"
"Sure, but just be careful. Jamie's a lot smaller than the other two."
Jamie cringed as the hand came towards her. The boy, Danny, undid the strap
and put his hand on Jamie's thigh. She wanted to crawl away, but there was
nowhere to go. Instead, the hand grabbed her by her calves and lifted her
upside-down from the child seat. Jamie screamed her objections, but she was
ignored as the boy used his other hand to restrap the other two girls in.
She dangled helplessly as the boy sat down in the front and secured his own
seatbelt. Finally, she was unceremoniously plopped onto Danny's lap. Jamie
scrambed to get upright, but was prevented by something holding her by the neck.
"Shouldn't she have a collar?" he asked. Jamie tried to struggle, but it was
fruitless. Even though Danny was so young, she was no match for his strength.
"No, her neck is too small and delicate for that. You can carry her, though."
Jamie had enough of it. Not only was she being manhandled, these two kids were
talking about her as though she were a baby, or worse, a pet. So, she decided
to speak up. "Goddammit kid, lemme go!" She tried kicking her legs and pulling
on the fingers holding her by the arm.
"Are you going to put up with that, Danny?" Rita asked.
"With what? I can take care of it," he replied. His giggling at Jamie's
struggles only made her madder. Out of frustration, Jamie started swearing a
blue streak at Danny.
"Wow, she's really got a mouth. Danny, you've gotta be firm with her, let her
know who the boss is, y'know."
Danny sighed. It didn't take any effort at all to flip her onto her stomach
across his lap. Jamie didn't weigh much, probably just a little less than two
pounds. She did have cute little buns, he thought. Holding her with one hand
over the small of her back, he laid the other on her backside, to test the
softness of her skin. Then he gave her a short, sharp smack on her left
buttcheek. Danny was careful not to spank her too hard, but he still wanted it
to hurt. His hand came down again, this time on her right cheek. Jamie let out
a howl of pain that told him that that was enough.
Now, Jamie wasn't trying to wriggle out of his grasp. "There you see? All you
need to do is be a little firm, and she'll behave herself," Rita said
approvingly. Danny flipped her over onto her back. Jamie tried to curl herself
up into a fetal position, but he was able to prevent that.
Instead, he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up. "She's really
light, isn't she?" he remarked. Now he was able to get a proper look at Jamie.
She was tall once, he thought. Her slender, shapely legs dangled freely in the
air. Surprisingly, Jamie had a little patch of fur between her legs; most minis
that he'd seen kept their pubic areas clean-shaven. Moving his eyes upwards,
he studied her breasts closely. They weren't huge, but they were nicely sized,
round on the bottom, with tiny pointed nipples.
The expression on Jamie's face was one of impotent anger. Knowing that she
couldn't do anything to him, or even to herself, Danny thought that it was
extremely cute. It was like holding a kitten. "Don't be mad Jamie," Danny said
in a sing-song voice. "You're in good hands."
Jamie gave Danny a nasty look but kept her fury in check. By mocking her like
this, she knew that he was trying to push her buttons and get her to react. So,
she decided not to give him the satisfaction. There was nothing to be
accomplished by screaming or hitting Danny, she concluded. Jamie took a deep
breath to try to calm herself.
While the boy was ogling her, Jamie closed her eyes and tried to think like a
lawyer. Why did she want to try being a mini in the first place? Was it
because she wanted to give up some control of her life? Did she really want to
know the answer? She knew that minis were often looked down upon by normal-
sized people, as pets or toys. She had voluntarily become a mini and gone on
this trip with the full knowledge that Rita's younger brother was coming along
to look after her. So did she have any right to be angry if the boy didn't
treat her with respect?
You walked into this, honey, Jamie thought to herself. She reopened her eyes to
see that she was still being suspended over Danny's lap. By now, she'd calmed
down enough not to fidget or scowl at the boy. Instead, she adopted a more
submissive pose, widening her eyes and opening her mouth slightly.
"Now, are you ready to be a good girl, Jamie?" asked Danny.
"Y-yes."
"Yes what?" he demanded in the same sing-song voice.
"Yes, uh sir?"
"Good Jamie," he said. She was lowered onto his lap. Unsure of what to do, she
sat down on Danny's left thigh, draping her long legs over his lap. Danny's
left hand appeared, wrapping around her waist to steady her from the car's
vibrations. "I know you're new at being a mini," he said softly. "But you look
a little old to be doing this. How old are you anyway?"
Were she still at her full size, this would have been a rude question for an
eleven year old to ask. But now that she was nude, 17 1/2 inches tall and
sitting on his lap, it didn't seem so impertenent. "I'm 35."
"I'm 35 what?"
"I am 35, sir."
"Good, you're learning." He rewarded Jamie with a light pat on her head.
"Y'see, minis are supposed to know their place, and even though I'm 11 and
you're 35, you're a mini and so you have to respect me." He said it all matter-
of-factly, as though it were a law of nature. "Anyway," he continued, "all of
the girls that Rita's been training all summer are young an' they're kind of
boring."
"Boring?" Rita interjected. "Greta and Sandra aren't boring. Are you, girls?"
"No, ma'am," they said in unison from the back seat.
"Well, Jamie's a lot more interesting than those two," Danny said. Hearing him
say that made Jamie like him a little more. "She's got a lot of spunk, y'know?
I think she'll be a lot of fun to train."
"She's going back to full-size in a week," Rita said.
"That's too bad. I think she's really cute like this. What do you think,
Jamie, would you like to be my pet?"
Jamie struggled to put together an answer. There was something deep down inside
of her that was saying "yes", but her mind was saying "No way!" She tried to be
diplomatic: "I have a job to go back to, sir, back in New York."
Danny smiled in a way that said, "that's so cute that little Jamie works at a
little job." He patted her on the head again. "So quit your job. You probably
don't like it anyway."
For an eleven year old boy, Danny could be very perceptive, Jamie thought. "I
also have a daughter, sir. Her name is Brenda and she's seven."
"Maybe you could be her doll," Rita offered in a joking manner.
"It's kind of complicated, ma'am. I'm divorced from Brenda's dad, and he'd want
full custody if I became a mini full-time. And I couldn't be her mom anymore if
I was her doll."
"Would that be so bad?" Danny asked.
"No, probably not," Jamie admitted. "Brenda's been bugging me to get her a mini
for a long time. One of her girlfriends has one, a 1/3rd scale girl from Brazil
named Nina. She's young and very pretty, but she doesn't speak a lot of
English, so it's hard for her to understand what she is told. Brenda is always
very careful when handling her though. I think she would treat me well if I
were her ... " she struggled to say it, "toy, but I would lose her as a
daughter."
"You see Jamie," Rita started, "that's why Danny thinks you're interesting,
because you have a lot to say. Sandra back there is able to speak English
fairly well, but she's kind of limited in what she can talk about. She's kind
of young, only 19, so she doesn't have much experience with life. But that's
okay, because she's going to be a pet for a six year old boy, and he's not
going to be too demanding for conversation." She touched the top of Jamie's
head lightly. "Now you, on the other hand, have lived longer and seen more
things. A bright young man like Danny is going to find that as attractive as
big boobs and a cute bottom."
Danny blushed. "Well yeah, I guess."
"Well look, we're almost there," Rita said as they drove past the signpost.
"Danny, could you get the parking tag out of the glovebox?"
Danny leaned forward, almost tipping Jamie off of his lap. He caught her by
setting his hand on her back. "Sorry Jamie," he said sheepishly.
"Ok, we're here," Rita announced.
The Petroglyph National Monument is located to the west of Albuquerque, New
Mexico. It is the site of numerous Native American rock carvings (thus the
name "petroglyph") many of which are hundreds and even thousands of years old.
Jamie was interested in seeing these carving, but she also had another motive:
she wanted to see what it was like for a mini to be out in public.
Since most minis were kept as pets, for many owners it followed that there was
little reason for them to wear clothing. Some minis, mostly owned by young
girls who liked to play dolls with them, did wear clothing. For the most part,
however, clothing for minis was for the amusement of their owners, not for the
protection of the minis. The sort of clothes made of ordinary cloth was very
uncomfortable for minis, especially the smaller ones. The stiching was awkward,
the cloth didn't "breathe" well, and they often irritated their skin. Silk was
the best material available, and normal-looking clothing was made with it, but
it was very expensive. Many minis who wore clothing only had a few silk outfits
that they wore for special occasions; the rest of the time they went nude.
Jamie was surprised with herself by how comfortable she was being seen and
handled by Danny. She sat in the crook of his arm as he walked towards the park
entrance. His free hand stroked the side of her body, from her torso all the
way down to her thighs. Occasionally, he would tickle her breasts. Jamie
tolerated this, as he seemed to be more of a godling than an eleven year old
boy. The fact that he seemed to be 18 feet tall to her, made her feel sort of
insignificant compared to him, so being nude wasn't as much of an issue as she
thought it would be.
As Danny walked, he talked with his sister. Jamie didn't feel a part of the
conversation, and she thought it would not be appropriate to interject her own
thoughts. She looked down at the ground, far below. Greta and Sandra were
trotting alongside their misstress, who held their leashes firmly in her hand.
Jamie felt a little glad that she'd shrunk herself down to 1/4 scale; this way,
she would get to be carried everywhere instead of being led on a leash.
Once they were in the park, Rita and Danny went their separate ways. Jamie
saw a concrete blockhouse that looked like a bathroom. She tugged at Danny's
shirt to get his attention. "What is it, Jamie?" he asked softly.
"I just needed to use the restroom, sir."
"Oh, you have to pee? Ok girl, let's go over here." Instead of walking towards
the bathrooms, Danny headed for a clump of bushes at the side of the path. He
gently set her down on the ground. "There you go, girl." He squatted down to
get a better view of what was to happen.
Jamie looked up, way up, at Danny's face with a blank expression. Did he really
expect her to go pee right here, in front of everybody? Like a dog? She
started to step backwards, to get behind the bush, but Danny was too quick for
her. He grabbed her by her left thigh, almost making her fall, but he was able
to catch her by her shoulder. "No, no, no. Stay right here where I can see
you," he said firmly.
There was no other way to get around this, and she really had to go. After a
moment's hesitation, Jamie squatted down on the sand and closed her eyes. The
hiss of her stream of urine covered the sound of Danny's breathing over her.
When she finished, she stood up and opened her eyes. Danny had a big smile on
his face, but he wasn't mocking her. He just seemed genuinely happy that his
little pet was obeying him. "Good girl!" he said as he stroked the back of her
head.
Danny then took something out of his belt pack. Jamie immediately recognized it
was a baby wipe, the kind she used to use to clean Brenda when she was a baby.
Only now, Jamie thought, she was the baby! She raised a hand to grab at the
baby wipe, only to find it out of her reach. "Bend over, Jamie," Danny ordered.
Jamie hesitated a little too long. Danny's hand came down on her shoulder and
she felt the pressure, forcing her down to her knees. A giant finger went in
between her thighs, separating them. Jamie was impressed with the power Danny
had; he was immensely strong but surprisingly gentle. Jamie was too overwealmed
to move. Huge fingers gripped her sides as another finger, covered with the
wipe, went in between her legs.
An involuntary shudder went through Jamie's body as her privates were cleaned.
Then she felt the finger slide in between her buttocks. The sensation was
exquisite. Under the ministrations of this boy-god, Jamie was completely
helpless.
When he finished, he allowed Jamie to stand up. "Th-thank you, sir," she said
meekly. Danny merely smiled. He held his open hand out in front of her. Jamie
inferred that he wanted her to walk into it. She did so, feeling the fingers
curl around her sides.
Danny began walking again. Jamie was easily held up by just one of Danny's
hands; there was little wonder to this, as Jamie weighed only two pounds. She
was pressed against Danny's stomach and so had a waist-high view of the passing
scenery. By being handled so casually, Jamie felt even more like a toy.
After a few minutes of walking, Danny reached a group of picnic tables about a
hundred yards from the trail. He set Jamie down on the table, while he seated
himself on a chair. "There," he declared, "now we can just relax."
"Sir, will we be going to see the petroglyphs?" Jamie's voice was a little
insistant.
"Nah, I've seen them before," he said.
"But sir -"
"But nothing, Jamie. I'm the master here, and what the master wants, the master
gets."
Jamie was still standing. She stamped her foot down. "You are *not* my
master!" she said firmly.
To Danny, she looked rather comical. He simply reached around and seized her
left buttock with his thumb and forefinger. "Yes I *AM* your master, at least
for today." He was holding her buttcheek gently but firmly; he tested his grip
by pulling her back slightly. She stumbled and fell into his palm. Danny
laughed at her perdicament, then stopped. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, for teasing
you. But you're so much fun to tease." He released her from his hand, setting
her down onto her hands and knees.
Jamie rested in this position, allowing Danny to run his fingers over her back
and bottom. "Sir, may I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, depends on the question."
"I'm not the first mini you've handled, am I sir?"
Danny smiled broadly. "No, I've played with the minis that Rita sometimes
brings home for overnight stays. And some of my friends have minis. And I own
one also."
"Oh." Jamie's eyes widened. "Where is she, sir?"
"Right now, she's ... away." Danny took out his wallet and opened it to a
photo. "Her name's Cricket." Jamie crawled forward to get a better look. On
the right was a younger Danny, probably about eight or nine years old. Cricket
was standing on a chair next to Danny. She was a half-sized blonde, in her late
thirties or early forties. She was well-proportioned, with round, pretty breasts and
a neatly-trimmed bush between her legs. Her only article of clothing was a red
leather collar; the leash went from there to a loop held in Danny's left hand.
Cricket was smiling broadly, but her eyes were not wide and innocent. They were
the worldly eyes of an adult woman, not of a girl just out of her teens who was
being a mini as a lark. She leaned against Danny's side; his right hand was
wrapped around her hip.
"How old is she, sir?"
"She was 41 and I was 9 when Rita took the picture. Right now, she's 43."
"Can I ask what happened? Sir?"
Jamie's Vacation
by TTS
The "Law & Order" character "Jamie Ross" is the property of Dick Wolf
Productions and NBC, and is being used in a non-commercial context (mostly
because she's really hot).
Jamie Ross looked out the window of the taxi at the New Mexico desert whizzing
by. This was the first day of her week-long vacation, and so far, it was going
just fine. This morning, she'd dropped her daughter off at her ex-husband's
place on her way to Kennedy airport; it went off without a hitch, as Brenda was
thrilled with being able to spend a week with her daddy and it was the first
time Glenn was civil towards her in months.
The flight out to Albuquerque was relaxing, for a change. It was non-stop, and
Jamie had decided to splurge on first-class tickets. She had hardly packed
anything, as she was advised that she wouldn't need to pack any clothing or
even toiletries. All she had with her was her purse and the clothes on her
back.
She certainly needed the break. The past few weeks had been hell. She and Jack
McCoy had prosecuted a group of businessmen for enterprise corruption and
murder, and while she was pleased with the conviction, the trial had taken a lot
out of her. The defense team had put up many baseless and frivolous writs and
each needed to be addressed, and that took time and energy that she felt could
be better spent with Brenda. Both her boss, Jack, and his boss, Adam Schiff,
could tell that she needed a vacation.
Desert Gems, the resort she was heading to, had intrigued her for some time. It
was a mini resort - not because it was small, but because the visitors were.
The website showed people frolicking in a swimming pool, playing games in the
playground, lounging on cushions while eating, even going on nature walks. The
photos and video clips were tastefully edited so as not to show the faces or the
intimate parts of the guests, as they were all nude as well as tiny.
Jamie had always wanted to try being a mini, but there was always something in
the way. She had custody of Brenda, and she felt it would be impossible to be a
mom to her while she was also playing at being a mini. Brenda was seven, and
even being a half-size mini would mean surrendering much of her authority to
her. The divorce from Neil had been a bitter stuggle, especially over custody
of Brenda. If he ever got wind of her as a mini trying to care for their
daughter, he would be rushing to family court to try to get sole custody, saying
that Jamie was an unfit mother. This resort seemed to be a good solution to a
hard problem. Jamie simply wanted to try it for a week, not necessarily for the
rest of her life.
The taxi slowed down as it approached the resort's entrance. She hadn't noticed
the passage of time, since the driver wasn't at all talkative. The place was
surrounded with a high brick wall with razor wire at the top, presumably to
keep out intruders. The car stopped and a uniformed security guard open her
door.
"Good afternoon, Miss Ross," he said cheerfully. "We're glad that you could
come." He offered her his hand to help her out of the cab.
Jamie was a little taken aback. "How did you know..."
The man branished a clipboard with her information. "It's all here in your
reservation info, ma'am." Jamie glimpsed a wallet-sized headshot stapled to
the page. "Don't worry about the taxi, we'll take care of it."
Jamie shrugged. This was actually kind of nice, she thought. This was probably
what celebrity life must be like, having people who could deal with all of the
stupid mundane stuff. "So, what do I do now?"
Something tugged at her sleeve. Jamie looked down, expecting to see a small
child, maybe Brenda's age. Instead, it was a very short young woman, dressed
in a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. "Hi Miss Ross, I'm Holly, I'll be
checking you in!"
"Oh, hi." Jamie hadn't expected to see minis so soon. She followed Holly
inside the gate. "If I may ask..." she began.
"Of course you've got a million questions, I know," she said breathlessly as
she walked briskly alongside Jamie. "I'm 43 inches tall, which makes me a 2/3
scale mini, it's not a really common size, but it's as close as we can be to
being a mini and still being able to go around in the giant world. You're
gonna love being here, Miss Ross, we've got all kinds of things to do and you
can go out on field trips to places like the Georgia O'Keeffe museum in Santa
Fe or to see the Carlsbad Caverns, or..." Holly kept talking her little head
off, while Jamie looked around at the lobby. It was brightly lit and decorated
in a Navajo motif. What impressed her most was how quiet and orderly everything
was.
Finally, they got to the reception desk. Holly gingerly stepped under the gate
and climbed onto a stool. "Let's see," she said as she pulled up Jamie's
information on the computer. "We have you down as going for the 1/4 option.
This is your first time being a mini?" Jamie nodded. "That's awesome! A lot
of people are afraid to going too far, so they'll only shrink down to 2/3 or
1/2 size, but you're being really adventurous."
"I wanted to get the full experience," Jamie said.
"Here you go," Holly said as she laid a cloth bag on the counter. She pointed
to a row of doors on the far wall. "All you need to do is go into door number
8, that's your changing room. Just put all of your clothes and your purse in
the bag and zipper it up, we'll collect it and store it for you until you're
ready to leave."
"What about my..."
"Oh don't worry about that Miss Ross, you're not gonna need money while you're
here, and everything's taken care of. Now, your mini pill is in there, along
with your wrist strap. It's really important that you wear it at all times,
beause it's your id while you're here and it's also your room key."
"What happens if..."
"Just don't lose it," Holly said sternly.
Jamie took the cloth bag with her to door number 8. Inside, she found that it
was sort of like a dressing room, except there was nowhere to sit. She opened
the bag, where she found an envelope containing the mini pill, the wrist strap,
and a sheet with instructions. The first thing the instructions advised her to
do was to set the pill and the wrist strap on the floor.
The next thing to do was to place her purse in the cloth bag. Before she did
so, she wanted to make a phone call. She flipped it open and dialed Neil's
number.
The phone rang a couple of times and then she heard a "Hello". It was Neil.
"Hi Neil, it's Jamie. Can I talk to Brenda?"
"We were just heading out, Jamie. But all right, just for a minute. Brenda?
Your mother's on the phone!"
A moment later, her daughter came on the line. "Hi Mommy! Where are you?
Daddy's taking me to dinner!"
"That's really nice, sweetheart. Mommy's in New Mexico, attending a ...
conference. I just wanted to call and make sure you're ok."
"Ok, Mommy. Oh, Daddy wants me to go."
"Fine sweetie. Say hi to Daddy for me, ok? Ok bye bye." She closed the phone
and turned it off. It went into the bag, along with her pocketbook, money,
credit cards, passport, drivers license, and everything else that identified
her as Jamie Ross.
Next, she removed her wristwatch, rings, and any other jewelry on her body.
She almost forgot the bellyring and the gold studs in her earlobe; she hardly
ever noticed that they were there. Finally, her clothes. Jamie had dressed
casually for the trip, wearing a light blouse tucked into her jeans and a pair
of running shoes. They went into the canvas bag, along with her panties and
bra.
Now she was completely nude. Jamie looked at herself in the mirror. She wished
that she'd hit the gym or the jogging trail a little bit more these past few
weeks, but work had made that impossible. She still had a nice figure, but at
35, she worried sometimes that she was getting past the age of desirability.
Her skin looked pale from too many hours of sitting indoors with Jack, going
over cases and putting together briefs.
Jamie smiled. For at least a week, she would be able to get away from all of
those pressures and maybe feel closer to nature. And she could work on getting
some sun. She could let her short brown hair get mussed up and nobody would
care. Hell, she could dance around naked and nobody would care. She understood
that the rules were different for minis; she wasn't altogether sure what they
all were, but she wanted to take advantage of any lessening of society's rules.
The mini pill was on the floor, enclosed in a packet that she tore open. It
didn't look all that impressive, just a small blue geltab. She swallowed it
quickly.
After she zippered the bag and hanged it on the hook, Jamie began to feel
lightheaded. This was the vertigo effect she'd been told about. Jamie had
the presence of mind to sit down on the floor and wait out the effects.
Everything seemed distorted as she shrank, even the passage of time. It was not
an unpleasent feeling. She'd tried LSD once while she was an junior at Smith
College, and the experience was not that different.
Jamie closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. The carpet under
her bare bottom and thighs started feeling rougher; she could feel it rub
against her buttcheeks as they became smaller. Noises coming from outside the
room became louder and deeper. And she felt a sensual wave come over her.
Jamie put her hands in between her legs. Oh God, that felt good, she thought.
When she opened her eyes, everything had an Alice-in-Wonderland look. The
canvas duffelbag that she'd place all of her belongings in was now hanging
high above her head. It looked like it was now the size of a car. Jamie shook
her head to try to clear it. She wasn't nearly as dizzy now, so she thought
she might be able to stand up.
Now she could see how out of place she was. She looked at the full-length
mirror mounted on the wall. It wasn't really full-length: its bottom was level
with her waist. She'd been 5'10" before she took the pill. Now, she wasn't
sure, math was never her strong suit. Less than 18 inches, to be sure.
Jamie found the wrist strap on the floor. It was similar to the kind of plastic
staps given out at bars and parties. She put it on. It was the perfect size
for her. There was a barcode on the back and she could feel something flat
hidden inside the plastic, probably an RFID chip.
There was a door on the wall that she had not noticed before. It was tailored
for her size, with a knob that was at just the right height off the ground.
Jamie turned the knob and pushed.
Jamie Ross opened the door to a much larger world. Right before her was rock
garden populated with cacti and other succulant plants. The rocks came right
up to the doorway and were large and smooth. When Jamie gingerly set a foot
on one, it was warm to the sole of her bare foot. It was early evening, so
they would still be warm from baking in the hot sun all day.
The walk through the garden was plesant. Warm air breezed over her naked skin.
Jamie took the time to look over each plant as she passed by. They were
interesting to view, so big and spikey. Tentatively, she touched a spike with
a fingertip; it didn't seem as sharp as the ones she's seen in the florists'
shops back in New York.
Some of the cacti were flowering. Jamie carefully sniffed one that was at nose
level. In the darkening sky, a few stars appeared. There were hardly any stars
visible in New York, Jamie reflected. As she slowly walked through the garden,
she felt much closer to the natural world, as though she were a part of it.
Soon, she found a cobblestone walkway, which led to a signpost. One of the
arrows pointed to "1/4 Rooms". She looked at the wristband; in the dimming
light, she saw that she was in room 1:4-14. Jamie followed the arrow down the
path, not running into anyone. She rationalized this with the knowledge that
August was the off-season here.
Her room was in a single-story building set low among the boulders and cacti.
Just as she was fretting about getting lost in the dark, small pinlights came
on, illuminating the rocks and giving off enough light to get by. She found
her room easily enough, and she discovered that passing the wristband over the
lock enabled her to get inside.
Room 1:4-14 was not a typical hotel room. After flipping on the oversized
light switch, Jamie found a large round cushion set in the middle of the room.
There were no sheets, blankets or pillows. Jamie stepped onto the cushion. It
felt firm under her feet, more like a futon than a mattress. If she had to
guess, it was about 20 inches across, big enough for her to sleep on.
The walls were painted in bright colors, reds, oranges and yellows predominated.
There was no separate bathroom: instead, there was an open shower stall and a
stack of towels laid on a yellow plastic table. At least the sink was white
and made of real porcelean. A set of toiletries had been placed neatly on the
countertop: shampoo, conditioner, soap, etc., all in a size that was easy for
her to use. A flat-screen television hung on the wall. Curiously, there wasn't
a Gideons' Bible in the nightstand.
Jamie was tired from the trip and the shrinking. She sat down on the "bed" and
turned on the TV. The Albuquerque stations' evening news were on; Jamie picked
channel 4. The lead story was about a fire that happened in a residential area.
Next was a piece on a corruption scandal affecting the governor. None of it was
interesting to Jamie. She was never much of a television viewer, except for
some of the courtroom commentary shows, but that sounded too much like her work.
Instead, Jamie decided that she was kind of hungry. She took a quick but
refreshing shower and toweled off. One of the nice things about being a mini,
Jamie thought, was that she didn't have to worry about what to wear.
Outside, the sky was completely dark and the stars were out. Jamie wasn't sure
of where to go, but there had to be a buffet somewhere. Finally, after a few
minutes of walking, she saw a pool of light set amid a grove of enormous barrel-
shaped cacti. It was a covered plaza, tiled in a sandstone color, with small
cushions set on the floor. A low table held platters of sliced fruit and cold
cuts, pitchers of water, plates, and utensels. Jamie took a place and picked
out some papaya and pineapple slices.
There were only two other people inside. Two girls, seated at the far end of
the pavilion, were talking quietly. As Jamie approached, she saw that they
were somewhat bigger than she was, probably 1/3 scale. They sounded like they
were speaking German; they stopped speaking when they noticed Jamie.
"Uh, hi. Can I join you?"
"Oh sure," the smaller, blonde one said in heavily accented English. She
pointed at a cushion opposite her. Jamie sat there, feeling kind of odd in the
presence of these "giants".
"What is your name?" the larger, brunette one asked.
"Jamie," she replied while biting off a chunk of papaya.
"I am Sandra," the brunette said, "and this is Greta. We are sorry if our
English is bad. We are from Austria."
Jamie held up her hands in protest. "No no, your English is fine, I can
understand you perfectly. How do you like it here?"
"Oh, everything wonderful," Greta said expansively. "Everyone so nice. We
yesterday came and small become." Greta's did not have as good a command of
the language, but she was trying and Jamie understood the gist of what she said.
"I came here today and I will stay for a week." Jamie tried to keep what she
said simple. "How long will you be here?"
"We will be here until ... Friday. Then we go to Los Angeles, where we work for
a family." Sandra set her plate down on the floor.
"You mean as a au pair or a nanny?"
"No no," Sandra said, searching for the right word. "We will be, ah, playmates
for a boy and a girl. This week, we train and then we go to California to live
with them." Greta nodded and smiled.
So they were going to go live as pets for a couple of kids, and they were
talking about it as casually as if they were discussing the weather. "Do you
two know what you're getting yourselves into?" she asked incredulously. She was
met with blank stares. "It's not a fun time, believe me. If those kids aren't
careful with you, you can really get hurt." Jamie had prosecuted three mini
abuse cases over the past couple of years, so she could speak with some
authority.
"Oh, ok it is," Greta spoke up. "Movie star we stay with, Rogers Barton."
Jamie remembered dimly that Barton won this year's Academy Award for Best Actor.
"He we met in Austria, job he give. Mr. Barton is very nice man." Greta
struggled with the word order on the last sentence.
"Just because he's in movies doesn't mean he or his kids are suitable mini
owners." It was clear, however, that she was not getting through to either one
of them. They were so star-struck that common sense made no impact on them.
Jamie decided to change the subject. "So what have you been doing here?"
"We are here to train to be minis," Sandra replied. "Today, we went on a trip
to a marketplace. We wore these," she gestured to her neck, "collars I think,
and we walked around. It was fun."
"Were there a lot of people? Giants, I mean?"
Greta nodded. "Strange it was. Everyone so big! Even the babies."
"I wanted to hide," Sandra added, "but Miss Rita was able to get us to walk
around and make us used to big people. It was not so bad. We had to run to
keep up with Miss Rita and Greta almost got lost because the leash came off
her collar."
"Oh!" Jamie shuddered to think what might happen if she got lost, shrunken and
naked in a sea of giants. Being trampled was the least of her worries. "What
happened?"
"A girl found Greta and was able to return her to Miss Rita," Sandra said by way
of explanation.
"She was nice," Greta said in a childlike tone. "Twelve years old, I think.
My hand she took and to Miss Rita led me. Miss Rita was worried, someone kidnap
me." Jamie could see why. Greta was a little on the stocky side, but very cute
and pretty, with large, round breasts and hips. Her friend Sandra was built
differently, taller and more slender, with shoulder-length brown hair. It was
clear to Jamie that Sandra was destined to be the boy's pet and Greta to be the
girl's doll.
"Tomorrow, we go to see the petroglyphs. Miss Rita is taking us." Sandra
looked at Jamie curiously. "Do you want to come?"
Jamie felt a bit taken aback. "I-I don't know. I'm not sure your friend would
want me along, since she's not training me."
"It will be ok," Sandra assured her, "Miss Rita is nice and I am sure she will
like to meet you. We will go in the morning. At eight, I think."
Jamie thought it over for a moment. She didn't want to stay cooped up in the
resort for the whole week. And it sounded like an adventure. One of the
reasons she wanted to try being a mini was to see what it would be like to
interact with the "normal-sized" world. "Alright," she told the girls, "I'd
like to come along."
"Wonderful!" Greta exclaimed. She and Sandra stood up. Jamie could see now the
huge differences between being 1/3 and 1/4 scale. Greta was a mini, and even
though she was just 2 1/2 inches taller than Jamie, she looked like she was
6'8", big enough to play for the Nicks. Sandra was even bigger, looming over
seven feet tall. It was a curious thing, becuase back when they were all normal
size, Jamie at 5'10" would have towered over both of them.
Jamie said good-night to them and made her way back to her room. It about nine
o'clock when she flopped down on the cushion. Sleep came very quickly to her.
The next morning, Jamie made sure to wake up early. Greta and Sandra were going
to meet her outside her room and then go out for breakfast. Jamie was a day
person, so it was easy for her to get up. The shower felt marvellous, as did
the fluffy towels.
"Hello!" a voice outside called. Right on time, Jamie thought, Germans really
are that punctual. She opened the door to see two Amazonian young women
standing on the walkway. "<i>Guten Morgen</i>," the smaller blonde one said
happily. "Ready you are?"
"Uh-huh. Let me just put on some lotion." Jamie rushed back inside to retrieve
the tube of sunscreen from the sink. She turned to see that Greta had managed
to get inside her room. As she spread the lotion over her body, she asked the
bigger girl if she wanted any.
"No, no, on me I have," she said sweetly. Greta looked around the room. Her
head was only a couple inches from the ceiling. She stepped over the cushion
to look at the television. "Your room is nice. Others are here?"
"Just me," Jamie said casually, as she rubbed the sunscreen over her bottom.
Now she was done. "Ok, we should go now."
The three ate breakfast at the same pavilion they dined in the night before.
This time, however, there were more people, all of them minis. After getting
their cold cereal and orange juice, they seated themselves separately and ate
quickly. Looking around, Jamie marvelled at the sea of bare flesh. She had
never seen anything like this before in her life.
"It is not a problem for us," Sandra remarked. "In Europe, people do not make
such a fuss over being undressed."
"Well yeah. I grew up in Albany, New York and went to an all-women's college,
so I guess I was kind of sheltered. You didn't have any problems when you went
out yesterday? I mean being seen nude?"
"No, not at all," Sandra said smiling. "Everyone is used to seeing minis now,
and Miss Rita was there to protect us." Jamie knew that society had evolved
to the point where it was perfectly fine for minis to go nude in public, so
long as they were half-sized or less. Some people were uncomfortable seeing
male genitalia, but even that attitude was changing. Just a few yards away,
she could overhear a group of male minis discuss an outing they were going on
that day. They were planning to go swimming at a nearby creek, under the
supervision of one of the giants who worked at the resort. They looked like
they were in their thirties, but by the way they were jostling and horsing
around, they were more like young boys than grown men.
They finished their meal and headed towards the entrance. As they approached,
Jamie saw Holly standing in the lobby, talking to an even more gigantic young
woman. That must be Rita, Jamie thought. Rita was very tall, perhaps close to
her own original height. She was athletically built, with deeply tanned skin
and short curly blond hair. Rita was dressed for hiking, wearing a pair of
hiking boots, khaki shorts and a light green tshirt. What surprised her was how
young she looked, maybe 16 or 17. That was probably a few years younger than
Greta and Sandra.
They didn't resent it though. When they came within a couple of yards from
Rita's feet, the two girls stopped and got on their knees. Jamie was unsure of
what to do. Kneeling to this girl seemed so servile and degrading. On the
other hand, it was Rita's decision whether to take her on the day trip. And,
she knew that there was a pecking order in the mini world, and that minis were
supposed to be respectful towards their superiors. Rita hadn't even noticed
them, so she discretely knelt behind the two girls.
After a few minutes, Rita and Holly had wrapped up their conversation. Rita
turned her attention to Sandra and Greta. She opened a zipper pocked from
her backpack and fished out two sets of collars and leashes. "Alright girls,
it's time to go. Stand up."
Greta and Sandra stood and let Rita strap the collars to their necks. Jamie
felt even smaller as she rested on her knees and watched. Suddenly, Jamie felt
the gaze of the giant teen upon her. "Hello, who's this?"
Holly looked up from her clipboard to see what was the matter. "Oh, her name's
Jamie Ross. She's new here, ma'am."
"Well, it looks like she wants to tag along. Is that it, sweetie?" Rita's
voice was low and loud. Jamie had been talked down to before, but never like
this! She was too overwealmed to do or say anything, all she could manage was
to nod. "Holly, go ahead and sign her up too. I just need to make a phone
call." Rita stepped away from them and unclipped her cell phone.
As she spoke on the phone, Rita held Greta and Sandra's leashes. It was quite a
sight. The two of them were kneeling obediently on the floor next to her feet,
saying nothing and doing nothing. After a moment, Rita was done with her
conversation. "Jamie, come here," Rita said. It was a command, given with
forcefulness but also with some restraint, implying that she was capable of
much, much more. Jamie felt compelled to stand up and walk over to the giant
girl.
Jamie came within a couple of feet of Rita's long tanned shins. The rough
hiking boots, mussed up and covered with spots of dried mud, intimidated her.
Without even having to look up at giant Rita's face, Jamie felt small and
insignificant.
Suddenly, a pair of giant hands appeared at her sides. Jamie was frozen in her
tracks, completely unable to react. The hands pressed on the naked flesh of her
hips and she felt her feet leave the ground. It was a dizzy sensation being
lifted like this. Before she knew it, she was sitting on the granite counter,
her legs set wide apart. The stone felt cold against the bare skin of her
thighs and buttocks.
"Jamie," the giant teenaged girl spoke. She looked up, way up to see Rita's
billboard-sized face. Her expression was firm and serious. Jamie was
completely cowed by the look from Rita's cold blue eyes staring down at her.
"Jamie, my name is Rita Hobart, but you may call me 'Miss Rita'. I understand
that this is your first time being a mini, so there's a few things I need for
you to know. First of all, while we are out, you will be under my custody, and
you will do as you're told. I know that you're used to being a big-time lawyer
back in New York, and there is an age difference between us, but none of that
matters anymore. You're just a little mini now, and I will not have any
backtalk or disobedience from you, and I will expect you to be on your best
behaviour. Do I make myself clear?"
Jamie nodded quickly. The last time she'd been talked to like this was when
she was nine and staying with a spinster aunt while her mother was in the
hospital. Only now, she wasn't nine, she was 35 and being lectured to by a
girl in her mid-teens. Still, Jamie was too intimidated to raise any
objections. All she did was make a shaky nod.
"Good. Now, I'm going to be too busy with these two little munchkins to be able
to do much with you, so I asked my younger brother to come along. You're too
little to be wearing a leash, so he'll have to carry you around. Everything I
said before goes for him too. Now, do you have any questions?" The way she
phrased it sounded to Jamie like she didn't want her to ask anything. So, she
shook her head, which seemed to please Rita.
Jamie was carried out of the lobby, her head over Rita's shoulder and a large
hand firmly cupped over her bottom. Rita's other hand held the two leashes.
She could see Greta and Sandra happily running alongside their giant misstress,
not at all concerned with the world around them.
Rita's car was a late-model Toyota subcompact. In the backseat was a child
seat. The two girls clambered into the back seat and onto the child seat. Rita
placed Jamie onto Sandra's lap and buckled them in. "Now all of you be still
and behave. Got it?" She made her point by waving her index finger under
Jamie's chin.
Jamie would have liked to have seen the streetscape during the ride over to
Rita's place. Instead, she had to put up with having her flesh pressed against
Greta and Sandra's. Both of the girls were quiet during the drive, and Jamie
didn't feel like talking. Instead, she wondered how she got herself into this
perdicament. When she was full-sized, she'd always been very assertive. This
was part of the reason her marriage to Neil had failed: they were too much alike
and neither of them was ever willing to concede a point. Assertiveness was not
a trait valued in minis, who were expected to be passive and submissive. If
Neil could see her now, he'd probably be thrilled.
It didn't take long to get to Rita's family's home. Rita honked, but Jamie was
unable to see what was going on. A moment later, the passenger-side door
opened. A giant blonde head poked inside. At the sight of this, Jamie tried to
scrunch herself into a little ball, so as not to be noticed. "Hi Rita!" the boy
said loudly.
"Take a look in the back, Danny." The front passenger seat flipped down and now
Jamie could get a full view of Rita's brother. He was about 11 or 12, dressed
in much the same way as his sister.
"Oh cool!" he exclaimed. "Is the little one Jamie?"
"Yeah, she's yours, at least for today."
"She's really cute. Can I take her out?"
"Sure, but just be careful. Jamie's a lot smaller than the other two."
Jamie cringed as the hand came towards her. The boy, Danny, undid the strap
and put his hand on Jamie's thigh. She wanted to crawl away, but there was
nowhere to go. Instead, the hand grabbed her by her calves and lifted her
upside-down from the child seat. Jamie screamed her objections, but she was
ignored as the boy used his other hand to restrap the other two girls in.
She dangled helplessly as the boy sat down in the front and secured his own
seatbelt. Finally, she was unceremoniously plopped onto Danny's lap. Jamie
scrambed to get upright, but was prevented by something holding her by the neck.
"Shouldn't she have a collar?" he asked. Jamie tried to struggle, but it was
fruitless. Even though Danny was so young, she was no match for his strength.
"No, her neck is too small and delicate for that. You can carry her, though."
Jamie had enough of it. Not only was she being manhandled, these two kids were
talking about her as though she were a baby, or worse, a pet. So, she decided
to speak up. "Goddammit kid, lemme go!" She tried kicking her legs and pulling
on the fingers holding her by the arm.
"Are you going to put up with that, Danny?" Rita asked.
"With what? I can take care of it," he replied. His giggling at Jamie's
struggles only made her madder. Out of frustration, Jamie started swearing a
blue streak at Danny.
"Wow, she's really got a mouth. Danny, you've gotta be firm with her, let her
know who the boss is, y'know."
Danny sighed. It didn't take any effort at all to flip her onto her stomach
across his lap. Jamie didn't weigh much, probably just a little less than two
pounds. She did have cute little buns, he thought. Holding her with one hand
over the small of her back, he laid the other on her backside, to test the
softness of her skin. Then he gave her a short, sharp smack on her left
buttcheek. Danny was careful not to spank her too hard, but he still wanted it
to hurt. His hand came down again, this time on her right cheek. Jamie let out
a howl of pain that told him that that was enough.
Now, Jamie wasn't trying to wriggle out of his grasp. "There you see? All you
need to do is be a little firm, and she'll behave herself," Rita said
approvingly. Danny flipped her over onto her back. Jamie tried to curl herself
up into a fetal position, but he was able to prevent that.
Instead, he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up. "She's really
light, isn't she?" he remarked. Now he was able to get a proper look at Jamie.
She was tall once, he thought. Her slender, shapely legs dangled freely in the
air. Surprisingly, Jamie had a little patch of fur between her legs; most minis
that he'd seen kept their pubic areas clean-shaven. Moving his eyes upwards,
he studied her breasts closely. They weren't huge, but they were nicely sized,
round on the bottom, with tiny pointed nipples.
The expression on Jamie's face was one of impotent anger. Knowing that she
couldn't do anything to him, or even to herself, Danny thought that it was
extremely cute. It was like holding a kitten. "Don't be mad Jamie," Danny said
in a sing-song voice. "You're in good hands."
Jamie gave Danny a nasty look but kept her fury in check. By mocking her like
this, she knew that he was trying to push her buttons and get her to react. So,
she decided not to give him the satisfaction. There was nothing to be
accomplished by screaming or hitting Danny, she concluded. Jamie took a deep
breath to try to calm herself.
While the boy was ogling her, Jamie closed her eyes and tried to think like a
lawyer. Why did she want to try being a mini in the first place? Was it
because she wanted to give up some control of her life? Did she really want to
know the answer? She knew that minis were often looked down upon by normal-
sized people, as pets or toys. She had voluntarily become a mini and gone on
this trip with the full knowledge that Rita's younger brother was coming along
to look after her. So did she have any right to be angry if the boy didn't
treat her with respect?
You walked into this, honey, Jamie thought to herself. She reopened her eyes to
see that she was still being suspended over Danny's lap. By now, she'd calmed
down enough not to fidget or scowl at the boy. Instead, she adopted a more
submissive pose, widening her eyes and opening her mouth slightly.
"Now, are you ready to be a good girl, Jamie?" asked Danny.
"Y-yes."
"Yes what?" he demanded in the same sing-song voice.
"Yes, uh sir?"
"Good Jamie," he said. She was lowered onto his lap. Unsure of what to do, she
sat down on Danny's left thigh, draping her long legs over his lap. Danny's
left hand appeared, wrapping around her waist to steady her from the car's
vibrations. "I know you're new at being a mini," he said softly. "But you look
a little old to be doing this. How old are you anyway?"
Were she still at her full size, this would have been a rude question for an
eleven year old to ask. But now that she was nude, 17 1/2 inches tall and
sitting on his lap, it didn't seem so impertenent. "I'm 35."
"I'm 35 what?"
"I am 35, sir."
"Good, you're learning." He rewarded Jamie with a light pat on her head.
"Y'see, minis are supposed to know their place, and even though I'm 11 and
you're 35, you're a mini and so you have to respect me." He said it all matter-
of-factly, as though it were a law of nature. "Anyway," he continued, "all of
the girls that Rita's been training all summer are young an' they're kind of
boring."
"Boring?" Rita interjected. "Greta and Sandra aren't boring. Are you, girls?"
"No, ma'am," they said in unison from the back seat.
"Well, Jamie's a lot more interesting than those two," Danny said. Hearing him
say that made Jamie like him a little more. "She's got a lot of spunk, y'know?
I think she'll be a lot of fun to train."
"She's going back to full-size in a week," Rita said.
"That's too bad. I think she's really cute like this. What do you think,
Jamie, would you like to be my pet?"
Jamie struggled to put together an answer. There was something deep down inside
of her that was saying "yes", but her mind was saying "No way!" She tried to be
diplomatic: "I have a job to go back to, sir, back in New York."
Danny smiled in a way that said, "that's so cute that little Jamie works at a
little job." He patted her on the head again. "So quit your job. You probably
don't like it anyway."
For an eleven year old boy, Danny could be very perceptive, Jamie thought. "I
also have a daughter, sir. Her name is Brenda and she's seven."
"Maybe you could be her doll," Rita offered in a joking manner.
"It's kind of complicated, ma'am. I'm divorced from Brenda's dad, and he'd want
full custody if I became a mini full-time. And I couldn't be her mom anymore if
I was her doll."
"Would that be so bad?" Danny asked.
"No, probably not," Jamie admitted. "Brenda's been bugging me to get her a mini
for a long time. One of her girlfriends has one, a 1/3rd scale girl from Brazil
named Nina. She's young and very pretty, but she doesn't speak a lot of
English, so it's hard for her to understand what she is told. Brenda is always
very careful when handling her though. I think she would treat me well if I
were her ... " she struggled to say it, "toy, but I would lose her as a
daughter."
"You see Jamie," Rita started, "that's why Danny thinks you're interesting,
because you have a lot to say. Sandra back there is able to speak English
fairly well, but she's kind of limited in what she can talk about. She's kind
of young, only 19, so she doesn't have much experience with life. But that's
okay, because she's going to be a pet for a six year old boy, and he's not
going to be too demanding for conversation." She touched the top of Jamie's
head lightly. "Now you, on the other hand, have lived longer and seen more
things. A bright young man like Danny is going to find that as attractive as
big boobs and a cute bottom."
Danny blushed. "Well yeah, I guess."
"Well look, we're almost there," Rita said as they drove past the signpost.
"Danny, could you get the parking tag out of the glovebox?"
Danny leaned forward, almost tipping Jamie off of his lap. He caught her by
setting his hand on her back. "Sorry Jamie," he said sheepishly.
"Ok, we're here," Rita announced.
The Petroglyph National Monument is located to the west of Albuquerque, New
Mexico. It is the site of numerous Native American rock carvings (thus the
name "petroglyph") many of which are hundreds and even thousands of years old.
Jamie was interested in seeing these carving, but she also had another motive:
she wanted to see what it was like for a mini to be out in public.
Since most minis were kept as pets, for many owners it followed that there was
little reason for them to wear clothing. Some minis, mostly owned by young
girls who liked to play dolls with them, did wear clothing. For the most part,
however, clothing for minis was for the amusement of their owners, not for the
protection of the minis. The sort of clothes made of ordinary cloth was very
uncomfortable for minis, especially the smaller ones. The stiching was awkward,
the cloth didn't "breathe" well, and they often irritated their skin. Silk was
the best material available, and normal-looking clothing was made with it, but
it was very expensive. Many minis who wore clothing only had a few silk outfits
that they wore for special occasions; the rest of the time they went nude.
Jamie was surprised with herself by how comfortable she was being seen and
handled by Danny. She sat in the crook of his arm as he walked towards the park
entrance. His free hand stroked the side of her body, from her torso all the
way down to her thighs. Occasionally, he would tickle her breasts. Jamie
tolerated this, as he seemed to be more of a godling than an eleven year old
boy. The fact that he seemed to be 18 feet tall to her, made her feel sort of
insignificant compared to him, so being nude wasn't as much of an issue as she
thought it would be.
As Danny walked, he talked with his sister. Jamie didn't feel a part of the
conversation, and she thought it would not be appropriate to interject her own
thoughts. She looked down at the ground, far below. Greta and Sandra were
trotting alongside their misstress, who held their leashes firmly in her hand.
Jamie felt a little glad that she'd shrunk herself down to 1/4 scale; this way,
she would get to be carried everywhere instead of being led on a leash.
Once they were in the park, Rita and Danny went their separate ways. Jamie
saw a concrete blockhouse that looked like a bathroom. She tugged at Danny's
shirt to get his attention. "What is it, Jamie?" he asked softly.
"I just needed to use the restroom, sir."
"Oh, you have to pee? Ok girl, let's go over here." Instead of walking towards
the bathrooms, Danny headed for a clump of bushes at the side of the path. He
gently set her down on the ground. "There you go, girl." He squatted down to
get a better view of what was to happen.
Jamie looked up, way up, at Danny's face with a blank expression. Did he really
expect her to go pee right here, in front of everybody? Like a dog? She
started to step backwards, to get behind the bush, but Danny was too quick for
her. He grabbed her by her left thigh, almost making her fall, but he was able
to catch her by her shoulder. "No, no, no. Stay right here where I can see
you," he said firmly.
There was no other way to get around this, and she really had to go. After a
moment's hesitation, Jamie squatted down on the sand and closed her eyes. The
hiss of her stream of urine covered the sound of Danny's breathing over her.
When she finished, she stood up and opened her eyes. Danny had a big smile on
his face, but he wasn't mocking her. He just seemed genuinely happy that his
little pet was obeying him. "Good girl!" he said as he stroked the back of her
head.
Danny then took something out of his belt pack. Jamie immediately recognized it
was a baby wipe, the kind she used to use to clean Brenda when she was a baby.
Only now, Jamie thought, she was the baby! She raised a hand to grab at the
baby wipe, only to find it out of her reach. "Bend over, Jamie," Danny ordered.
Jamie hesitated a little too long. Danny's hand came down on her shoulder and
she felt the pressure, forcing her down to her knees. A giant finger went in
between her thighs, separating them. Jamie was impressed with the power Danny
had; he was immensely strong but surprisingly gentle. Jamie was too overwealmed
to move. Huge fingers gripped her sides as another finger, covered with the
wipe, went in between her legs.
An involuntary shudder went through Jamie's body as her privates were cleaned.
Then she felt the finger slide in between her buttocks. The sensation was
exquisite. Under the ministrations of this boy-god, Jamie was completely
helpless.
When he finished, he allowed Jamie to stand up. "Th-thank you, sir," she said
meekly. Danny merely smiled. He held his open hand out in front of her. Jamie
inferred that he wanted her to walk into it. She did so, feeling the fingers
curl around her sides.
Danny began walking again. Jamie was easily held up by just one of Danny's
hands; there was little wonder to this, as Jamie weighed only two pounds. She
was pressed against Danny's stomach and so had a waist-high view of the passing
scenery. By being handled so casually, Jamie felt even more like a toy.
After a few minutes of walking, Danny reached a group of picnic tables about a
hundred yards from the trail. He set Jamie down on the table, while he seated
himself on a chair. "There," he declared, "now we can just relax."
"Sir, will we be going to see the petroglyphs?" Jamie's voice was a little
insistant.
"Nah, I've seen them before," he said.
"But sir -"
"But nothing, Jamie. I'm the master here, and what the master wants, the master
gets."
Jamie was still standing. She stamped her foot down. "You are *not* my
master!" she said firmly.
To Danny, she looked rather comical. He simply reached around and seized her
left buttock with his thumb and forefinger. "Yes I *AM* your master, at least
for today." He was holding her buttcheek gently but firmly; he tested his grip
by pulling her back slightly. She stumbled and fell into his palm. Danny
laughed at her perdicament, then stopped. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, for teasing
you. But you're so much fun to tease." He released her from his hand, setting
her down onto her hands and knees.
Jamie rested in this position, allowing Danny to run his fingers over her back
and bottom. "Sir, may I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, depends on the question."
"I'm not the first mini you've handled, am I sir?"
Danny smiled broadly. "No, I've played with the minis that Rita sometimes
brings home for overnight stays. And some of my friends have minis. And I own
one also."
"Oh." Jamie's eyes widened. "Where is she, sir?"
"Right now, she's ... away." Danny took out his wallet and opened it to a
photo. "Her name's Cricket." Jamie crawled forward to get a better look. On
the right was a younger Danny, probably about eight or nine years old. Cricket
was standing on a chair next to Danny. She was a half-sized blonde, in her late
thirties or early forties. She was well-proportioned, with round, pretty breasts and
a neatly-trimmed bush between her legs. Her only article of clothing was a red
leather collar; the leash went from there to a loop held in Danny's left hand.
Cricket was smiling broadly, but her eyes were not wide and innocent. They were
the worldly eyes of an adult woman, not of a girl just out of her teens who was
being a mini as a lark. She leaned against Danny's side; his right hand was
wrapped around her hip.
"How old is she, sir?"
"She was 41 and I was 9 when Rita took the picture. Right now, she's 43."
"Can I ask what happened? Sir?"