by DocRick » Sat May 18, 2024 7:56 pm
I found her while searching for something in the basement. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, but there she was......cowering in the corner, looking like a trapped animal with nowhere to run. She was filthy and her garments, more like rags, were ragged and dirty. I gently kneeled down, then reached a hand towards her. Her eyes grew big, and her mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out. I gently curled my fingers and thumb around her and scooped her up, slowly lifting her in my palm, to take a better look at her. She looked maybe 19 or 20, looked like she could be attractive underneath her coating of filth and was only about five inches tall. I carefully cupped my other hand around her and carried her up to the master bathroom.
I turned on the faucet and adjusted the water until it was suitably warm. She was still curled up in my hand, shivering with fear. I tried to talk to her, but either she didn't understand English or couldn't speak at all. I began to gently remove her clothing, first her top, carefully pulling it over her head, then slipping off her sandals, finally her skirt. Setting these down on the sink, I looked at her a little closer. She was thin, too thin....I could see her ribs and pelvic bones even under the dirt. She must have not eaten anything in days or weeks. Turning down the flow of water, I slowly extended my hand under the water. She startled at first, then seemed to like the feel of the warm water on her skin. With my other hand, I dispensed some liquid body wash and began to lather my hands, and her, up. Her eyes went wide again as she felt my fingertips caressing her body. I used the finger of one hand curled over her shoulder to keep her from trying to jump out of my hand, but it seemed that was unnecessary. She simple lay on her back in my hand and let my wash her. My thumb began to wash her front, lightly sliding from her belly to her tiny breasts, then down towards her legs. As my thumb reached her pelvis, she let out an audible gasp, but didn't resist as my thumb parted her legs. Softly washing her legs, thigh to feet with my thumb and index finger, she was just limp in my hand. Her legs being clean, my finger traced it's way up her legs, and as I reached her vagina, her legs raised, clamped down on my finger and pulled it inwards. I began to gently rub her womanhood with my fingertip. She began to squirm, twist and writhe under my finger. Her breathing sped up and she began panting as her hips caught up with the rhythm of my finger and a few moments later, her body convulsed with pleasure. Mischievously, I kept her going for a bit more (I think she came twice), then stopped and let her catch her breath. I finished washing her, then rinsed and dried her off, wrapping her in a silk handkerchief, after giving her another rubdown, this time with skin softening lotion.
I carried her to the living room and sat down on the couch. She was curled up in my palm, wrapped in the silk handkerchief, fast asleep. I don't think she has had any amount of decent sleep lately either.
Postscript: It's been a few months since Sunshine (my pet name for her as she loves to sunbathe on the kitchen windowsill as the morning sun comes up) came into my life. She's put on a little weight, her ribs and hips are now less visible, and she still hasn't spoken a word. She has been teaching me her version of sign language and she can hear and is learning many English words but isn't able to speak, so I still don't know anything about her past, where she is from, whether she was always this size or was "normal" size and shrunk. I guess it's not that important as she seems really happy here. She has become quite frisky and always has ways of letting me know when she wants some "special attention". And bathtime is now a staple activity in our evening routine.
I found her while searching for something in the basement. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, but there she was......cowering in the corner, looking like a trapped animal with nowhere to run. She was filthy and her garments, more like rags, were ragged and dirty. I gently kneeled down, then reached a hand towards her. Her eyes grew big, and her mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out. I gently curled my fingers and thumb around her and scooped her up, slowly lifting her in my palm, to take a better look at her. She looked maybe 19 or 20, looked like she could be attractive underneath her coating of filth and was only about five inches tall. I carefully cupped my other hand around her and carried her up to the master bathroom.
I turned on the faucet and adjusted the water until it was suitably warm. She was still curled up in my hand, shivering with fear. I tried to talk to her, but either she didn't understand English or couldn't speak at all. I began to gently remove her clothing, first her top, carefully pulling it over her head, then slipping off her sandals, finally her skirt. Setting these down on the sink, I looked at her a little closer. She was thin, too thin....I could see her ribs and pelvic bones even under the dirt. She must have not eaten anything in days or weeks. Turning down the flow of water, I slowly extended my hand under the water. She startled at first, then seemed to like the feel of the warm water on her skin. With my other hand, I dispensed some liquid body wash and began to lather my hands, and her, up. Her eyes went wide again as she felt my fingertips caressing her body. I used the finger of one hand curled over her shoulder to keep her from trying to jump out of my hand, but it seemed that was unnecessary. She simple lay on her back in my hand and let my wash her. My thumb began to wash her front, lightly sliding from her belly to her tiny breasts, then down towards her legs. As my thumb reached her pelvis, she let out an audible gasp, but didn't resist as my thumb parted her legs. Softly washing her legs, thigh to feet with my thumb and index finger, she was just limp in my hand. Her legs being clean, my finger traced it's way up her legs, and as I reached her vagina, her legs raised, clamped down on my finger and pulled it inwards. I began to gently rub her womanhood with my fingertip. She began to squirm, twist and writhe under my finger. Her breathing sped up and she began panting as her hips caught up with the rhythm of my finger and a few moments later, her body convulsed with pleasure. Mischievously, I kept her going for a bit more (I think she came twice), then stopped and let her catch her breath. I finished washing her, then rinsed and dried her off, wrapping her in a silk handkerchief, after giving her another rubdown, this time with skin softening lotion.
I carried her to the living room and sat down on the couch. She was curled up in my palm, wrapped in the silk handkerchief, fast asleep. I don't think she has had any amount of decent sleep lately either.
Postscript: It's been a few months since Sunshine (my pet name for her as she loves to sunbathe on the kitchen windowsill as the morning sun comes up) came into my life. She's put on a little weight, her ribs and hips are now less visible, and she still hasn't spoken a word. She has been teaching me her version of sign language and she can hear and is learning many English words but isn't able to speak, so I still don't know anything about her past, where she is from, whether she was always this size or was "normal" size and shrunk. I guess it's not that important as she seems really happy here. She has become quite frisky and always has ways of letting me know when she wants some "special attention". And bathtime is now a staple activity in our evening routine. :D
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