by Rocket » Mon Dec 18, 2023 9:11 pm
DAY TWO
Once I got up in the morning, Jess was still asleep on her pillow, her little arms and legs stretched out, she sheet fallen down and the sock bunched up to her waist, showing a glimpse of what lay hidden underneath. For a few long moments all I could do is stare. Part of me wanted to reach out and touch. But I didn’t want to betray her trust. Maybe in time she would let me touch. But I wasn’t going to push her if she wasn’t ready. Instead, I gently lifted the sheet back up. If she woke up and realized she was uncovered like that, she’d realize I saw that. So I covered her up and tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up and shave. By the time I came out, wearing boxers and a tee shirt, she was starting to stir.
“Good morning, sleepy head” I whispered.
She gave me a crooked grin. “Good morning Joe.”
I offered to take her to the bathroom to freshen up and left her there while I went off to the kitchen to start on breakfast. I checked up on her a little later, with a light tap on the door.
“Is it safe?”
She snorted. “Like I could stop you if it wasn’t. But yes it’s safe.”
At least she was in good humor about it. I scooped her up and brought her to the kitchen for breakfast. Given she still had to eat with her hands, I made bacon and sausage in hopes they’d be a little less messy.
The rest of the morning I spent mostly on tasks and checking in with each of my team members. I left Jess to go exploring around the house, thinking she’d be bored sitting on my desk all day.
After lunch I was thrilled to get a delivery – at least a few of the items we ordered yesterday actually did come next day. And just in time. I pulled out the box and found a couple of outfits and a little package of mini plates and utensils. The dresses I held up for Jess and she decided to model them for me. I was pretty amused by that, but I indulged her. Up on my desk, she walked behind my monitors with one outfit and I could see her bare legs as she got dressed and then came out to show it off – a simple knee-length skirt with an elastic band (one size fits all, I guess) and a pull-over blouse that looked just a little large on her but all in all not bad – and it did accentuate her bust, making it almost sexy. She laughed at that assertion, but decided she liked this outfit enough to wear it this afternoon.
Just in time too, as we had a mid-afternoon appointment, but this clinic was at least a half hour drive and we’d need to find parking and probably fill out paperwork or something. So as soon as the outfit was settled, I carried her to the car – unsure how the whole traveling thing worked with miniature people, if I was supposed to get a special car seat or what – something to look into later. For now I just sat her in the passenger seat, the seat belt buckled, the lower strap coming from her lap almost to her shoulders. I had her wallet from her purse with me, including her ID, but had no idea what they’d need, or if they even took insurance or how that worked either.
Arriving at the clinic, finally, I carried Jess in one hand – careful not to let her loose – and walked up to the window in the waiting room.
“We have an appointment for 3pm. Jess.”
The nurse glanced up at me and then at Jess and handed me a clipboard. I sat down, Jess sitting on my leg, as I looked at the papers and we filled them out together. Of course I had to ask her about allergies and birthdate and family history, we listed my address and contact info and I provided a credit card when I walked back up – apparently minis weren’t expected to have insurance. Jess would have had some through work, but I wasn’t sure if it applied anymore – or if they’d reject a claim given her … new condition.
After that we were led through to an exam room, which had the usual items in it but a separate counter full of items I presumed were for small people – a tiny scale, a giant magnifying glass, a … were those stirrups? I gulped. I didn’t realize they got that extensive on a checkup. Mostly we wanted to get Jess registered under me and they’d fit her with something I could track her with.
A nurse walked in first and wanted to get height and weight. It was cute watching her stand on the tiny scale and then stand straight while the nurse measured the fractions of an inch on a ruler. The nurse said, “You’re going to need to strip for the doctor.”
Jess looked at me and then back to the nurse and nodded. I guess it wasn’t a big surprise. But I asked, “Jess, do you want me to step outside?”
The nurse snorted. “Step outside? Are you for real?”
I just looked at her. “What’s wrong with that?”
“She’s yours, isn’t she?” I nodded. “Most owners end up hovering over while the doctor pokes and prods the patient. I think some of them enjoy the show.”
“Jess, do you want me to stay?”
She looked at the nurse and then back to me and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Okay. I can stay in the corner and not look if you want.”
The nurse laughed and looked at Jess. “You really hit the jackpot with this one, dearie. What, has he not even fucked you yet?”
I was a little taken aback by the nurse’s language, but she made her point. Apparently most ‘owners’ didn’t care this much for what their mini thought.
Then the doctor waltzed in. “Okay, let’s see what we have here. OH, you’re still clothed. How quaint. Let’s get those off you right now.”
He reached over and Jess put a hand up to stop him. “I’ll do it. Just a minute.” I started to get up, but the doctor stopped and put his hands on his hips and huffed as she hurriedly stripped out of her clothes.
“Climb up here” he said, pointing to the pad with the stirrups. This guy did not have much of a bedside manner. Turning to me, he said, “You’re Joe?”
“Yes.”
“This your first time with a mini?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Hopefully you can hear from all the way over there. Most owners come over here to watch, but you do what you want.” Then he continued talking, as he nudged Jess into place on the mat and lifted her tiny legs into the stirrups and then slid the light and giant magnifying glass over to hover above her. “First off, the registration. The nurse out front will help you finish the paperwork, but you need to decide now, do you want a collar or an ankle band?”
The question threw me off guard for a moment, I hadn’t thought that far. “Jess?”
The doctor snorted. “It’s your decision, but I need to know which one to install. Many people like the collars because they can use a leash. The ankle bands are less intrusive. Depends what you’re into.”
“Umm … Jess, are you okay with an ankle band?”
Before she could say anything, he said, “Ankle band it is. Just hold still a moment.” Then I heard a click. “Done. The nurse will tell you how it works. You will have the only code to remove it, but I recommend keeping it on. If she gets out and doesn’t have it on her, you might never see her again.”
I’m sure Jess was probably in panic mode at this point, but it looked like he had her restrained. The bastard.
“Okay, moving on. Being as you’re new to this. Her breasts are in good shape, average size, nothing abnormal. One advantage to being this size is gravity won’t do what it does to normal women, so these breasts will be up and perky for a long time. Also, the size appears to render them much less susceptible to other diseases or illnesses.”
Well, I suppose that was a plus.
Then he called out, “Nurse? Did you check her temperature?”
I heard a call from the hallway, “No, I didn’t get a chance yet.”
“Okay. So … Joe, is it? If you ever need to check her temperature … umm, why don’t you just come over here so you can see.” I grudgingly walked closer. I caught a glimpse of Jess’s naked body laying there, she had her eyes closed and I’m sure she had to feel humiliated already. I was trying to preserve some sense of modesty by not looking, but I suppose that had gone by the wayside soon as this doctor walked in. “Okay, watch. You always take it rectally. Dab a little vaseline on the tip of the thermometer and it will slide in real easy. Just spread her cheeks with your finger and thumb and in it goes. Just don’t shove it more than half an inch. Then hold it there until you get a reading.”
I just nodded, a little dumbfounded by how graphic – and sexual – this clinic checkup turned out to be. Little did I know this was just the start. I was afraid Jess would be traumatized before this was over.
“Now let me look at … “ he touched her between the legs “She’s really tight here. I’m guessing you haven’t tried to penetrate her yet, there’s no sign of stretching or bleeding. Now there are two things I need to do here. First … “ he pulled a small device out of a drawer, turned it on with a switch on the side and inserted it into her. “when this is done it will prevent any more menstruation. So you won’t have to worry about that.” He said it like he’d just done a big favor. Without even asking. “Next … let me see your middle finger.”
“Huh?”
“Your middle finger. Most owners like to penetrate their minis during sex, and if she’s too tight for your finger, all you’re going to do is injure her. So we need to fix that now. I don’t issue registrations without taking this precaution. Even if you’re not doing it now, you will at some point. We relax the muscles that make that little hole tight, and then there won’t be resistance when you stick it in.” He looked at the size of my fingers, as if visually measuring, and then he got out a vial of something and a very tiny needle and injected her several times directly into the muscles around her cervix. She yelped, and my heart went out to her – I never meant to cause her all this pain and anguish and I almost felt like grabbing Jess and walking out, except the whole point of coming here is we needed that registration.
Then he continued. “Now, if you ever decide you want to have sex … the traditional way, that’s now possible, but only with surgery, which we do here. What we do is dilate her first … think of how the canal opens up to pass a baby … and then make that permanent, but sometimes we have to enlarge it even further by making a couple of cuts. Now it’s enough to go inside your mini two inches, maybe a little more, but that’s it. And there’s no place for the sperm to go, so we have to create an outlet for it. Often we just make a channel to connect to the belly button, and enlarge it, so instead of building up pressure inside the mini, it comes out there. Now … we have another method, it’s still experimental but we’re very excited about it. Instead of the belly button, we can connect a tube up to the GI tract. So when you come inside of her, it fills up her stomach, so you’ve fed her too, and the excess sperm comes out her nose and mouth. It’s experimental, but very popular. I just had a man in here last week scheduling the surgery for his teenage daughter.”
He finally stopped and looked at me for a moment. “If you’re interested in either of these, make sure you get the surgery scheduled when you go back to the front desk, because I have a waiting list.”
At this point I was absolutely beside myself. I felt like punching the guy. But it seemed he was about done with his ‘exam’ – and sales pitch, for that matter. “I … don’t think we’re interested in that. I’d rather we just finish the registration and so we can go.”
“Okay, fine” he huffed. “Go ahead and clean her up and see the nurse out front.” He undid the restraints and left.
For a few moments I was just speechless.
I grabbed a towel and held it up in front of her. “Jess?”
She groaned. That didn’t sound good.
“He’s gone. I’m SO sorry. I had no idea he was going to put you through all that. Let’s get out of here. Can you get up? Do you need help?”
She sat up and must have noticed I had the towel up, trying my darnedest to protect what was left of her dignity. “Umm … I can make it. I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed. This was my fault, I wanted to come here and get that registration … “
“It’s NOT your fault, nobody should be treating you like that … like you’re a … toy instead of a person. We don’t have to come here ever again. I won’t LET him come near you again. We’ll just finish the registration and head home so you can get some rest.”
She softly uttered, “Okay” and I heard her slowly trying to get up and get her clothes back on. She tugged on the towel when she was ready, and let me lift her up. I kissed her on the cheek before we left the exam room.
Out front we finished the paperwork – which would officially register her as belonging to me, and give me control over her affairs. Then the nurse had me download an app and sync it to the ankle band. I was able to not only find her – similar to an Air Tag – but it displayed basic vital signs and … I was a little disappointed to see it had a button on the app that would give her a shock. Apparently for punishment if she was misbehaving. No, I had no intention of using that. Ever. These people are messed up, I thought to myself. She also showed me how to use the app to remove the band and had me set a secret code to lock that function.
Then we left. Back in the car, we just sat there for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word. I was still in a little shock at what had transpired and I couldn’t imagine what she was thinking either.
Finally she spoke.
“So.”
“I’m so sorry. As soon as he started treating you like that I should have taken you and walked out.”
She looked up at me. “Joe, I was naked and strapped down. I couldn’t get up.”
I blew out a breath. “I’m sorry.”
Then she gasped. “Umm. You saw me … didn’t you? Naked?”
I nodded. “I was trying not to, I was staying across the room, but he insisted I come over there for a minute. I’m so sorry.”
“I … feel humiliated. But … I don’t blame you. I don’t.” Then she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. “Well … now that you’ve umm ... seen me. Umm … what did you think?”
What kind of question was that? “What did I think? You are drop-dead gorgeous. Though I’m not going to make you show me anything you don’t want me to see. I’m NOT comfortable forcing you like that. Though … maybe some day, if you’re comfortable enough with me, I … wouldn’t mind.”
She flashed me a smile, though it was fleeting. “Someday maybe.”
“So there’s a chance?”
She just grinned.
“Okay. Are you ready to head home?”
She nodded.
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Back at the condo, I brought her in along with the paperwork, and I let her wind down as I made dinner, hoping to try out some tiny dishware that was her size – she wouldn’t have to eat with her hands. Maybe that would cheer her up a little.
As we ate, I pulled out my phone and was looking at the app. She was still dazed from the experience with that gruff doctor and in a little pain from those injections, so I doubt she was paying much attention when the nurse reviewed it before we left.
“What all is on there?” she asked.
I turned it so she could see. “Apparently with this I can see where you are at any time – so if you get lost I can find you – but … “ I flipped to another tab “here, I can see your vitals. Your heart rate, respirations, whether you’re awake or asleep, things like that.”
She shuddered. “Wow, you can see all that about me whenever you want?”
“Yeah. Hey, it’s not like I’m going to abuse it. It’s just me.”
“True.” She relaxed a little. “Hey, what’s that?” she asked, pointing to a red circle in the corner.
“Don’t press that!” I shouted. “Sorry. Just don’t press it. I have no intention of pressing it either.”
“Umm … why not?” She was a little apprehensive, like she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.
“Because that apparently inflicts punishment.”
She gasped. “You can PUNISH me? Like if I don’t do what you tell me to?”
I sighed. “It’s built into the app. Like I said, I have no intention of using it. I don’t want to be like those heathens you hear about, that abuse minis.”
“I can’t believe they put that in there … or … I suppose I CAN imagine it. At my size I can’t resist if you decide you want to … do something to me. Or make me do something. But … you didn’t ask them to put that there, it comes with the app? Can you turn it off?” She looked hopeful.
“I can look into it, I just need to be careful. I sure wouldn’t want to trigger it by accident. It would hurt you and I don’t WANT to hurt you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
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After dinner I brought her to the bathroom and made her another ‘sock’ cut with holes, to use as a nightshirt – at least until the other items arrived – and then closed the door to give her some privacy. I came back later and lightly tapped on the door to ask if it was safe.
“Yes.”
I opened the door and she stood on the counter wearing the sock. I smirked.
“What?”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t even be thinking it, but that sock IS kinda cute on you.”
She snorted. That was a good sign, if she didn’t have lasting trauma from that clinic visit.
“Do you … want to stay in the bed again, or … I can make you a bed in the living room if you want … “
She just looked me right in the eye. “I … don’t want to be alone.”
I nodded. “Okay.” She let me carry her to the bedroom and lay her on a pillow on the other side of the bed. I let her have her space and continue decompressing from the day, and she let me lazily stroke her arm with my finger until she dozed off.
[b][color=#0000FF]DAY TWO[/color][/b]
Once I got up in the morning, Jess was still asleep on her pillow, her little arms and legs stretched out, she sheet fallen down and the sock bunched up to her waist, showing a glimpse of what lay hidden underneath. For a few long moments all I could do is stare. Part of me wanted to reach out and touch. But I didn’t want to betray her trust. Maybe in time she would let me touch. But I wasn’t going to push her if she wasn’t ready. Instead, I gently lifted the sheet back up. If she woke up and realized she was uncovered like that, she’d realize I saw that. So I covered her up and tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up and shave. By the time I came out, wearing boxers and a tee shirt, she was starting to stir.
“Good morning, sleepy head” I whispered.
She gave me a crooked grin. “Good morning Joe.”
I offered to take her to the bathroom to freshen up and left her there while I went off to the kitchen to start on breakfast. I checked up on her a little later, with a light tap on the door.
“Is it safe?”
She snorted. “Like I could stop you if it wasn’t. But yes it’s safe.”
At least she was in good humor about it. I scooped her up and brought her to the kitchen for breakfast. Given she still had to eat with her hands, I made bacon and sausage in hopes they’d be a little less messy.
The rest of the morning I spent mostly on tasks and checking in with each of my team members. I left Jess to go exploring around the house, thinking she’d be bored sitting on my desk all day.
After lunch I was thrilled to get a delivery – at least a few of the items we ordered yesterday actually did come next day. And just in time. I pulled out the box and found a couple of outfits and a little package of mini plates and utensils. The dresses I held up for Jess and she decided to model them for me. I was pretty amused by that, but I indulged her. Up on my desk, she walked behind my monitors with one outfit and I could see her bare legs as she got dressed and then came out to show it off – a simple knee-length skirt with an elastic band (one size fits all, I guess) and a pull-over blouse that looked just a little large on her but all in all not bad – and it did accentuate her bust, making it almost sexy. She laughed at that assertion, but decided she liked this outfit enough to wear it this afternoon.
Just in time too, as we had a mid-afternoon appointment, but this clinic was at least a half hour drive and we’d need to find parking and probably fill out paperwork or something. So as soon as the outfit was settled, I carried her to the car – unsure how the whole traveling thing worked with miniature people, if I was supposed to get a special car seat or what – something to look into later. For now I just sat her in the passenger seat, the seat belt buckled, the lower strap coming from her lap almost to her shoulders. I had her wallet from her purse with me, including her ID, but had no idea what they’d need, or if they even took insurance or how that worked either.
Arriving at the clinic, finally, I carried Jess in one hand – careful not to let her loose – and walked up to the window in the waiting room.
“We have an appointment for 3pm. Jess.”
The nurse glanced up at me and then at Jess and handed me a clipboard. I sat down, Jess sitting on my leg, as I looked at the papers and we filled them out together. Of course I had to ask her about allergies and birthdate and family history, we listed my address and contact info and I provided a credit card when I walked back up – apparently minis weren’t expected to have insurance. Jess would have had some through work, but I wasn’t sure if it applied anymore – or if they’d reject a claim given her … new condition.
After that we were led through to an exam room, which had the usual items in it but a separate counter full of items I presumed were for small people – a tiny scale, a giant magnifying glass, a … were those stirrups? I gulped. I didn’t realize they got that extensive on a checkup. Mostly we wanted to get Jess registered under me and they’d fit her with something I could track her with.
A nurse walked in first and wanted to get height and weight. It was cute watching her stand on the tiny scale and then stand straight while the nurse measured the fractions of an inch on a ruler. The nurse said, “You’re going to need to strip for the doctor.”
Jess looked at me and then back to the nurse and nodded. I guess it wasn’t a big surprise. But I asked, “Jess, do you want me to step outside?”
The nurse snorted. “Step outside? Are you for real?”
I just looked at her. “What’s wrong with that?”
“She’s yours, isn’t she?” I nodded. “Most owners end up hovering over while the doctor pokes and prods the patient. I think some of them enjoy the show.”
“Jess, do you want me to stay?”
She looked at the nurse and then back to me and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Okay. I can stay in the corner and not look if you want.”
The nurse laughed and looked at Jess. “You really hit the jackpot with this one, dearie. What, has he not even fucked you yet?”
I was a little taken aback by the nurse’s language, but she made her point. Apparently most ‘owners’ didn’t care this much for what their mini thought.
Then the doctor waltzed in. “Okay, let’s see what we have here. OH, you’re still clothed. How quaint. Let’s get those off you right now.”
He reached over and Jess put a hand up to stop him. “I’ll do it. Just a minute.” I started to get up, but the doctor stopped and put his hands on his hips and huffed as she hurriedly stripped out of her clothes.
“Climb up here” he said, pointing to the pad with the stirrups. This guy did not have much of a bedside manner. Turning to me, he said, “You’re Joe?”
“Yes.”
“This your first time with a mini?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Hopefully you can hear from all the way over there. Most owners come over here to watch, but you do what you want.” Then he continued talking, as he nudged Jess into place on the mat and lifted her tiny legs into the stirrups and then slid the light and giant magnifying glass over to hover above her. “First off, the registration. The nurse out front will help you finish the paperwork, but you need to decide now, do you want a collar or an ankle band?”
The question threw me off guard for a moment, I hadn’t thought that far. “Jess?”
The doctor snorted. “It’s your decision, but I need to know which one to install. Many people like the collars because they can use a leash. The ankle bands are less intrusive. Depends what you’re into.”
“Umm … Jess, are you okay with an ankle band?”
Before she could say anything, he said, “Ankle band it is. Just hold still a moment.” Then I heard a click. “Done. The nurse will tell you how it works. You will have the only code to remove it, but I recommend keeping it on. If she gets out and doesn’t have it on her, you might never see her again.”
I’m sure Jess was probably in panic mode at this point, but it looked like he had her restrained. The bastard.
“Okay, moving on. Being as you’re new to this. Her breasts are in good shape, average size, nothing abnormal. One advantage to being this size is gravity won’t do what it does to normal women, so these breasts will be up and perky for a long time. Also, the size appears to render them much less susceptible to other diseases or illnesses.”
Well, I suppose that was a plus.
Then he called out, “Nurse? Did you check her temperature?”
I heard a call from the hallway, “No, I didn’t get a chance yet.”
“Okay. So … Joe, is it? If you ever need to check her temperature … umm, why don’t you just come over here so you can see.” I grudgingly walked closer. I caught a glimpse of Jess’s naked body laying there, she had her eyes closed and I’m sure she had to feel humiliated already. I was trying to preserve some sense of modesty by not looking, but I suppose that had gone by the wayside soon as this doctor walked in. “Okay, watch. You always take it rectally. Dab a little vaseline on the tip of the thermometer and it will slide in real easy. Just spread her cheeks with your finger and thumb and in it goes. Just don’t shove it more than half an inch. Then hold it there until you get a reading.”
I just nodded, a little dumbfounded by how graphic – and sexual – this clinic checkup turned out to be. Little did I know this was just the start. I was afraid Jess would be traumatized before this was over.
“Now let me look at … “ he touched her between the legs “She’s really tight here. I’m guessing you haven’t tried to penetrate her yet, there’s no sign of stretching or bleeding. Now there are two things I need to do here. First … “ he pulled a small device out of a drawer, turned it on with a switch on the side and inserted it into her. “when this is done it will prevent any more menstruation. So you won’t have to worry about that.” He said it like he’d just done a big favor. Without even asking. “Next … let me see your middle finger.”
“Huh?”
“Your middle finger. Most owners like to penetrate their minis during sex, and if she’s too tight for your finger, all you’re going to do is injure her. So we need to fix that now. I don’t issue registrations without taking this precaution. Even if you’re not doing it now, you will at some point. We relax the muscles that make that little hole tight, and then there won’t be resistance when you stick it in.” He looked at the size of my fingers, as if visually measuring, and then he got out a vial of something and a very tiny needle and injected her several times directly into the muscles around her cervix. She yelped, and my heart went out to her – I never meant to cause her all this pain and anguish and I almost felt like grabbing Jess and walking out, except the whole point of coming here is we needed that registration.
Then he continued. “Now, if you ever decide you want to have sex … the traditional way, that’s now possible, but only with surgery, which we do here. What we do is dilate her first … think of how the canal opens up to pass a baby … and then make that permanent, but sometimes we have to enlarge it even further by making a couple of cuts. Now it’s enough to go inside your mini two inches, maybe a little more, but that’s it. And there’s no place for the sperm to go, so we have to create an outlet for it. Often we just make a channel to connect to the belly button, and enlarge it, so instead of building up pressure inside the mini, it comes out there. Now … we have another method, it’s still experimental but we’re very excited about it. Instead of the belly button, we can connect a tube up to the GI tract. So when you come inside of her, it fills up her stomach, so you’ve fed her too, and the excess sperm comes out her nose and mouth. It’s experimental, but very popular. I just had a man in here last week scheduling the surgery for his teenage daughter.”
He finally stopped and looked at me for a moment. “If you’re interested in either of these, make sure you get the surgery scheduled when you go back to the front desk, because I have a waiting list.”
At this point I was absolutely beside myself. I felt like punching the guy. But it seemed he was about done with his ‘exam’ – and sales pitch, for that matter. “I … don’t think we’re interested in that. I’d rather we just finish the registration and so we can go.”
“Okay, fine” he huffed. “Go ahead and clean her up and see the nurse out front.” He undid the restraints and left.
For a few moments I was just speechless.
I grabbed a towel and held it up in front of her. “Jess?”
She groaned. That didn’t sound good.
“He’s gone. I’m SO sorry. I had no idea he was going to put you through all that. Let’s get out of here. Can you get up? Do you need help?”
She sat up and must have noticed I had the towel up, trying my darnedest to protect what was left of her dignity. “Umm … I can make it. I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed. This was my fault, I wanted to come here and get that registration … “
“It’s NOT your fault, nobody should be treating you like that … like you’re a … toy instead of a person. We don’t have to come here ever again. I won’t LET him come near you again. We’ll just finish the registration and head home so you can get some rest.”
She softly uttered, “Okay” and I heard her slowly trying to get up and get her clothes back on. She tugged on the towel when she was ready, and let me lift her up. I kissed her on the cheek before we left the exam room.
Out front we finished the paperwork – which would officially register her as belonging to me, and give me control over her affairs. Then the nurse had me download an app and sync it to the ankle band. I was able to not only find her – similar to an Air Tag – but it displayed basic vital signs and … I was a little disappointed to see it had a button on the app that would give her a shock. Apparently for punishment if she was misbehaving. No, I had no intention of using that. Ever. These people are messed up, I thought to myself. She also showed me how to use the app to remove the band and had me set a secret code to lock that function.
Then we left. Back in the car, we just sat there for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word. I was still in a little shock at what had transpired and I couldn’t imagine what she was thinking either.
Finally she spoke.
“So.”
“I’m so sorry. As soon as he started treating you like that I should have taken you and walked out.”
She looked up at me. “Joe, I was naked and strapped down. I couldn’t get up.”
I blew out a breath. “I’m sorry.”
Then she gasped. “Umm. You saw me … didn’t you? Naked?”
I nodded. “I was trying not to, I was staying across the room, but he insisted I come over there for a minute. I’m so sorry.”
“I … feel humiliated. But … I don’t blame you. I don’t.” Then she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. “Well … now that you’ve umm ... seen me. Umm … what did you think?”
What kind of question was that? “What did I think? You are drop-dead gorgeous. Though I’m not going to make you show me anything you don’t want me to see. I’m NOT comfortable forcing you like that. Though … maybe some day, if you’re comfortable enough with me, I … wouldn’t mind.”
She flashed me a smile, though it was fleeting. “Someday maybe.”
“So there’s a chance?”
She just grinned.
“Okay. Are you ready to head home?”
She nodded.
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Back at the condo, I brought her in along with the paperwork, and I let her wind down as I made dinner, hoping to try out some tiny dishware that was her size – she wouldn’t have to eat with her hands. Maybe that would cheer her up a little.
As we ate, I pulled out my phone and was looking at the app. She was still dazed from the experience with that gruff doctor and in a little pain from those injections, so I doubt she was paying much attention when the nurse reviewed it before we left.
“What all is on there?” she asked.
I turned it so she could see. “Apparently with this I can see where you are at any time – so if you get lost I can find you – but … “ I flipped to another tab “here, I can see your vitals. Your heart rate, respirations, whether you’re awake or asleep, things like that.”
She shuddered. “Wow, you can see all that about me whenever you want?”
“Yeah. Hey, it’s not like I’m going to abuse it. It’s just me.”
“True.” She relaxed a little. “Hey, what’s that?” she asked, pointing to a red circle in the corner.
“Don’t press that!” I shouted. “Sorry. Just don’t press it. I have no intention of pressing it either.”
“Umm … why not?” She was a little apprehensive, like she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.
“Because that apparently inflicts punishment.”
She gasped. “You can PUNISH me? Like if I don’t do what you tell me to?”
I sighed. “It’s built into the app. Like I said, I have no intention of using it. I don’t want to be like those heathens you hear about, that abuse minis.”
“I can’t believe they put that in there … or … I suppose I CAN imagine it. At my size I can’t resist if you decide you want to … do something to me. Or make me do something. But … you didn’t ask them to put that there, it comes with the app? Can you turn it off?” She looked hopeful.
“I can look into it, I just need to be careful. I sure wouldn’t want to trigger it by accident. It would hurt you and I don’t WANT to hurt you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
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After dinner I brought her to the bathroom and made her another ‘sock’ cut with holes, to use as a nightshirt – at least until the other items arrived – and then closed the door to give her some privacy. I came back later and lightly tapped on the door to ask if it was safe.
“Yes.”
I opened the door and she stood on the counter wearing the sock. I smirked.
“What?”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t even be thinking it, but that sock IS kinda cute on you.”
She snorted. That was a good sign, if she didn’t have lasting trauma from that clinic visit.
“Do you … want to stay in the bed again, or … I can make you a bed in the living room if you want … “
She just looked me right in the eye. “I … don’t want to be alone.”
I nodded. “Okay.” She let me carry her to the bedroom and lay her on a pillow on the other side of the bed. I let her have her space and continue decompressing from the day, and she let me lazily stroke her arm with my finger until she dozed off.