Repost: Mary Moves in (by Sally Reynolds)

[Aussie_Lurker]

Here is a blast from the past for all of you old timers from the original Shrunken Women Forum days (late 90's to early 2000's). Hope you all enjoy it!

Mary Moves In by Sally Reynolds Part 1

"Now you be very good for Mary" said Sarah as she kissed her little daughter. Turning to the petite, young baby-sitter she said "I should be back about 10, you two have fun!"
With that she turned and walked to the car. "Let's go inside." , said Emily as she watched her mother drive away. "Come on, I want to show you my room.", she said smiling back at Mary sweetly. As she followed the girl through the house Mary noticed that although Emily was only eight she was already nearly as tall as herself. Emily's room was a beautiful little room. Just right for a little girl to play out her fantasies. It was filled with books, pictures, stuffed animals, dolls and a large, very beautiful dollhouse. Mary found herself drawn immediately to the wonderful little house. Peering inside she marveled at the exquisite furnishings and the attention to detail.
Not a cheap plastic mass produced item, this house was a work of art. It was like a real house rendered in miniature, a perfect reconstruction fit for any museum. "Oh, Emily this house is so beautiful!", she said. "It looks nice enough for someone to really live in. Wouldn't it be fun to have a real live person living in your house?" Mary looked over at Emily who was now sitting on her bed. Emily was smiling curiously at Mary. After a moment Emily replied, "Would I ever!" Mary continued to admire the little house and Emily's collection of fine dolls as the girl slipped from the bed and walked toward her. Emily took Mary's hands in hers and looking up into the baby-sitter's eyes said, "You know you're so small, I bet you could live in my house." Mary giggled a little nervously at the child's steady, serious gaze. "I really think I'm just a little too big that.", she said finally. "Well, let's just try to pretend that you are LITTLER...." Mary's heart was racing and her head was swimming. She seemed unable to tear her eyes from the girl's hypnotic gaze. She began to feel her body changing.
There was an odd, almost giddy sensation of floating. Mary had been looking slightly down at the cute little girl but now it seemed that they were looking eye to eye. No, now she was looking up at the girl. She was confused and excited by the strange sensation as Emily and the room began to slowly expand before her eyes. The top of her head was now even with the young girl's chin and still she continued to grow, right before her eyes. Looking down at her hands Mary could see that they were now much smaller than Emily's. It was as if her own hands were those of a child being held by an adult. She raised her eyes to find that she was now looking straight into the child's crisp, white cotton blouse. Emily towered over her now. Suddenly Mary realized that Emily wasn't growing, it was she who was shrinking! Mary guessed that she was just under four feet tall by now and still dwindling. "Isn't this fun?", smiled the giant Emily looking down at her midget baby-sitter. " I've always wanted a little sister, now your just the perfect size. And soooo cute!" With that she released Mary's hands and the shrinking abruptly stopped.
Emily now took Mary's small face in her soft young hand and gently caressed the little cheek with her thumb. Mary looked around nervously at the room and the young girl before her. Both of which seemed to have suddenly grown quite large in the last few minutes. Emily was thrilled at the sight of the small, blond woman standing before her. Stooping slightly she lifted Mary by the arms and sat down in a chair. Effortlessly she pulled her now diminutive baby-sitter into her lap. With her left arm holding Mary in place she begin to squeeze and pet the dainty young woman seated on her thighs. Eventually Mary's head cleared and she began to return to her senses. "This can't be real.", she stammered. "It must be some kind of a dream!" Emily giggled at the high pitch that Mary's voice had acquired with her reduced stature. "It's certainly a dream come true for me!", said Emily as she hugged little Mary to her chest. Suddenly panicked by the strange situation Mary sprang from Emily's lap and scurried to the center of the room. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?!!!", shouted Emily as she pursued the magically miniaturized Mary.
Emily began to giggle as she chased the frightened young woman around the room. Mary was now just over three feet high and no match for the girl especially in her own room. The chase continued for a few minutes until Emily managed to grab one of Mary's slender ankles as she was attempting to evade the girl by scrambling over the bed. Emily pulled Mary toward her and crawled onto the bed and over Mary, quickly straddling her. Trapped by the huge 8 year old Mary twisted onto her back just as Emily settled down across her small hips, pinning her arms helplessly at her sides. Emily smiled down at the small struggling woman for a few moments before speaking. She liked the feel of the miniature baby-sitter wiggling and squirming between her legs. To the petite Mary it seemed that she had an eight foot third grader sitting on her stomach. She could feel the soft fuzzy argyle socks that covered the strong calves that were pinning her arms. Emily's short skirt was stretched tight between her muscular thighs just a just inches above her cute, dimpled knees. Mary could see the innocent white cotton panties in the shadows under the little skirt. Mary gasped in alarm as Emily leaned forward slowly and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Mary was beginning to panic now. She knew that she was completely at the mercy of a child easily twice her size.
"P..P..please...", Mary sputtered. Emily looked down into Mary's soft brown eyes and whispered, "I love it when you beg like that!" With that the girl dug her fingers mercilessly into Mary's defenseless ribs. The tickling fingers soon had the tiny young woman shrieking with laughter and gasping for air. "No! No! Please stop!", she screamed as Emily continued relentlessly. Reaching behind her with one hand she tickled Mary's flailing legs as well. For over a minute the room rang with Emily's giggles and Mary's high-pitched shrieks and helpless laughter. "Oh, FUCK! I can't stand anymore!", Mary screamed at last. Raising to her knees Emily dragged her giggling victim from beneath her. Seating herself on the edge of the bed she pulled the little baby-sitter across her knees and pinned both slender arms in the middle of her back with one hand. "That! Was a very, very bad word to say Baby Sister! You are a very naughty little girl!" With that she brought her free hand down sharply on Mary's defenseless bottom. "Ooooooowww!!!", Mary yelped with a combination of pain, surprise and humiliation. Again and again Emily's hand clapped down hard on Mary's firm little buttocks. For years the young girl had dreamed of giving a grown woman a spanking and at last she had her chance. Emily was in a state of heavenly bliss as she dispatched justice to Mary's petite posterior. After a dozen swats Mary was nearly in tears. "Emily! Please stop! That's enough!", she pleaded. Emily paused, "Enough? We've barely started." With that she lifted the hem of Mary's sun dress and tucked it under the little arms. Mary's small buttocks had turned a very pleasant soft pink shade under Emily's hand.
No wonder grown-ups seemed to enjoy giving spankings the girl mused as she ran her hand over the soft, warm, little mounds covered by the most delicate lace panties she had ever seen. Mary sobbed softly and twitched as Emily gently rubbed and patted her tender bottom. Her breath caught sharply when she felt Emily's fingers pinch and stretch the edge of the panty over one of her little nates. A moment later she let out a high-pitched, little "Ouch!" , as Emily let the elastic snap back sharply against Mary's tush. Emily chuckled at the Mary's cute little voice and cute little hinny. After taking a deep breath she once again began to methodically swat Mary's panty clad bottom and the back of her now naked thighs. Mary kicked her legs and twisted desperately as she tried to free herself from the child's grip. Her poor bottom was stinging fiercely and her breathing was becoming very ragged now as she sobbed and gasped between pleas for mercy. At last Emily paused once more. "Emily...let me go now.", she sobbed. "You can't treat me like this, I'm your baby-sitter!" "You were my baby-sitter when you were big, now you're my baby sister and you've been very naughty.", Emily responded. "Just let me go! You little bitch!", Mary screamed. SWAT! She instantly regretted her fit of temper and choice of words. "Mommy doesn't let us say that word either", Emily announced, "Now you're really gonna get it!" Mary gasped in shock and alarm as she felt Emily lift the waistband of her panties and pull them down to her knees. The cool air brushing over her burning bottom brought her some slight relief but only for a moment. Mary's head was spinning. She could not imagine how she could be in this predicament. It defied all comprehension, how she, a grown woman could be reduced to the size of a four year old and draped across the knees of an eight year old that she was supposed to be baby-sitting. Worse yet it seemed that this torturous spanking was about to be continued on her bare behind! Emily regarded Mary's small buttocks, they had the hot, red glow of a well-spanked bottom. Soon Mary would be ready to Promise. She drew back her hand and brought it down hard on Mary's naked left cheek. The little woman squealed and kicked as Emily raised her hand once more. This time the blow landed squarely on the little right buttock. Emily liked the way that Mary's bottom quivered and shook with each spank. The feeling of control and power over this miniature grown-up made Emily want even more. She redoubled her efforts, spanking the small, red bottom before her as hard as she could. She was eager for the moment when she would be able to bind Mary to her will. For Mary the bad dream of shrinking to the size of a small child had become the nightmare of a humiliating and painful bare-bottom spanking at the hands of a young girl. Despite her desperate struggles to free herself, she was helpless against Emily's powerful gripe. The sting of the spanking was becoming too much for her to bear. In desperation she began to plead with Emily once more. Emily! Ouch! Please! Ouch! No more! Ooooowwww!!! I'm sorry! Oh! ... Emily paused. Do you promise to be good? Yes!!! I promise! Do you promise to behave? Aaaaawwww! Yes! Do you promise to obey my Commands? What? Yes! Yes! I promise!!! Emily stopped. "Very well.", she said after a moment, "This should make you feel better." Mary blushed crimson as she felt Emily lean forward and plant a soft kiss on the burning skin of her left buttock. Astonishingly the pain of her tortured behind did seem to diminish as soon as the girl's lips touched her delicate derriere. As Emily released her Mary staggered on wobbly little legs and hastily pulled up her panties, then squealed and danced around the room comically as this sent a new wave of searing pain across her ravished rear.
Mary stood staring back at the smiling girl and rubbed her abused bottom for several seconds before she bolted for the door. "Where do you think you're going?', Emily called after her. "I'm getting out here! Right now!", Mary called back as she struggled with the large door knob. "BE STILL.", said Emily as she rose and sauntered calmly across the room toward the motionless Mary. As soon as Emily had uttered the command Mary found that her muscles would no longer obey her will. She stood frozen with both hands on the knob as Emily calmly walked up and then scooped up the pint-size baby-sitter in her arms. All of Mary's senses were working perfectly as she felt and saw herself carried across the room and stretched out on the table. Emily carefully straightened Mary's garments and then placed a ruler on the table beside the helpless young woman. Mary watched helplessly, unable to make even the smallest movement as Emily stepped back, closed her eyes and took a series of slow deep breaths. After composing herself for a few moments Emily stepped up to the table. Placing one hand on the top of Mary's head and the other on the bottom of her feet she began to chant softly to herself. All the while her gaze never wavered from the small, blond woman on the table. Her hands maintained the same gentle pressure on Mary's head and feet. Soon Mary felt the strange, familiar feeling return. This time it was stronger than before. Emily seemed to be growing beside her now. The very room was expanding all around her. The walls and ceiling retreated from her and surface of the table seemed to be spreading in all directions beneath her. She knew that she was shrinking again. Her heart was pounding with the sensation that was to her as thrilling as it was terrifying. A few minutes later the sensation finally stopped. Emily closed her eyes for a few moments and took several deep breaths. The process had obviously required considerable effort and concentration. Once she had sufficiently recovered Emily returned her attention to the now doll-size Mary lying on her table. For a few moments she gazed affectionately at the adorable tiny blonde in her short summer dress, soft knee socks and suede clogs. Mary could do nothing but watch and wait anxiously as Emily brought her huge face close to her and whispered, "Action.". Suddenly Mary found herself able to move once more. Staggering to her feet she looked about wildly. "How do you like your new size?", said Emily.
Mary turned her head to find that Emily was now holding the ruler on end beside her. At a glace she could easily see that she was now a couple of inches shorter than the one foot rule. "Oh, no!", she squeaked, "What have you done to me!" "I've decided to let you be the real life dolly who lives in my little house. Won't that be fun!" With that Emily wrapped her free hand around the stunned doll woman's waist and carried her to the bed. Frightened by suddenly finding herself being swept through the air, high above the floor Mary struggled and squirmed in Emily's hand. All the strength in her tiny body was no match for the child's powerful fingers. Her legs were dangling freely below Emily's hand, and she kicked wildly as she was whisked through the air. "Emily! I'm frightened! Please put me down!", she called as the young giantess bore her across the room. Emily was very pleased with the high peeping sound of Mary's little doll voice. She also liked the feeling of the warm, firm, little body wiggling and squirming in the palm of her hand. The look of concern on the beautiful little doll's face and the long, slender legs flailing the air made her feel very strong and aroused. For such a young girl, this aroused a curious feeling--a feeling that she had only recently come to recognize. A small shriek escaped Mary as she suddenly felt Emily's hand open and she dropped what seemed like several feet. Her cry of panic was cut short as she fell onto on of Emily's soft, downy pillows. To little Mary it was like falling onto a stuntman's air cushion. Even from that small height, Mary sunk a couple of inches into the soft, yielding mound. Emily giggled at Mary's antics as the miniature baby-sitter struggled to free herself from the pillow. The surface was so soft and yielding that she wasn't able to climb up over it. It was a bit like watching a small child struggling out of a large bean bag chair. As she strove to escape the downy prison, Mary's short summer dress rode up to expose her lace panties and tiny, rosy buttocks once more. Emily was nearly hysterical with laughter when Mary finally managed to crawl free of the pillow and onto the comforter. The diminutive Mary still wobbled awkwardly as her clogs sunk deeply into the thick comforter. Mary scowled angrily at the huge child stretched out on the bed. Puffing both from the irritation of the big child's amusement and the effort of extricating herself from the pillow, she began to smooth her clothes and arrange her hair in an effort to preserve some small shred of her dignity.
"Very funny...", muttered Mary under her breath. Emily smiled down at the small, disheveled Mary. "Oh, poor little Mary!", she cooed, "Don't be so cross." After taking a deep breath Emily released a strong blast of air at the unsuspecting baby-sitter's feet. A powerful little column of air swirled around the diminutive damsel like a miniature zephyr. Mary squeaked and stamped her tiny feet while trying to hold down her flimsy dress as it was lifted past her waist by Emily's little cyclone. "Oh! You are such a brat!", she yelled up at the grinning child. Secretly Mary admitted to herself that it was kind of amusing to have her dress blown up this way. The whole world was now completely new and different to her. Despite the strange and frightening nature of her condition, she could not resist the urge to explore and experience. Just as she was trying to figure out what she could do to get out of this mess she became aware of motion off to one side. Turning suddenly, she found Emily's hand moving toward her head. She instinctively tried to duck away from the large finger that began to gently fluff her shoulder length blond hair. "You have such nice, soft hair.", whispered Emily as she ran her finger through Mary's silky hair. "You're much prettier than any of my regular dolls.", Emily continued as her finger brushed against Mary's cheek and tickled the side of her neck. Little Mary found herself blushing and giggling at this kind of attention from the young giantess. "I'm going to make sure that you are very, very happy living in my house.", she continued. "In fact, I think it's just about time I let you have a look inside". With that she lifted Mary with one hand and carried her across the room. After another dizzying ride Mary found herself deposited on the front porch of the doll house. Emily opened the door for her then said, "You have to take off your shoes before you can go in, that's one of the rules." Peering into the house, Mary quickly slipped off her shoes and stepped across the threshold. As she began to slowly move through the house Mary was once again overwhelmed by the perfection of the little house. The floor was inlaid hardwood with a high lustrous polish. Every piece of furniture and fixture was perfectly rendered with the greatest of care. She had expected to find a number of imperfections now that she could see everything up close. Instead she was even more awed by the house. At the very least it felt a little more comfortable to be surrounded by walls and furniture on what appeared to be a normal scale, even if she was standing in a doll house. "I'm going to fix something to eat.", Emily called from outside, "Why don't you look around, I'll be back in just a few minutes." A moment later she heard the door close behind her. The soft receding thunder of Emily's foot steps confirmed that she had left. After a short pause, Mary dashed to the door and pulled hard on the knob. It turned easily but the door was firmly bolted from the outside. With a sigh, Mary proceeded to check each door and window in turn, only to find that all of them were similarly secured. To her surprise, she found that not only did the lights work but the little house had running water and functional plumbing as well. The furnishings were all as comfortable as they were beautiful and the house was quite immaculate. If she had to live here at least her stay wouldn't be an uncomfortable one. As she explored the house, Mary realized that her new accommodations were considerably better than anything she had ever been used to.
In less than a week she was due to be thrown out of her tiny efficiency apartment anyway, and this was certainly a step up in real estate. Once again the strangeness of her predicament forced its way into the center of her consciousness. She couldn't fathom how she had come to be standing inside a doll house in a little girl's bedroom. Sitting down on the foot of the staircase Mary racked her brain to try to make some sense of it all. Sometime later she heard the low rumble of Emily's approach. "Hi, I'm back", the giant girl called. "Why don't you bring a glass and a plate and come out on the balcony?". After rummaging around in the kitchen Mary managed to locate a tray and load it with suitable tableware. She found the doors to the balcony standing open when she reached the top of the stairs. Emily had pulled a chair up beside the house and was waiting as Mary stepped onto the balcony and seated herself at a small table. Emily carefully served her tiny baby-sitter a one inch square of peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then dispensed a tiny glass full of chocolate milk with a small baster. Emily chattered away while they ate, Mary was silent for the most part answering direct questions and trying to get used to looking up at the billboard size face of the eight year old she was supposed to be looking after. Once they had finished Emily heaved a sigh and announced "Oh, I almost forgot dessert!" With that she placed a huge Oreo cookie on the tiny table before Mary. The miniature woman was taken aback by the sight of a cookie the size of a large pizza. Emily smiled down at her as she munched her own fist full of cookies. Once she had finished, Emily handed Mary her clogs and lowered her hand to the balcony and looked down at Mary. Silently she rose and seated herself in the child's palm. With Emily's thumb clamped securely across her thighs Mary was lifted into the air once again and carried into the living room. They spent the next few hours playing games and watching television. It was difficult for Mary to manage cards and games that required manipulating something substantial were difficult. Checkers was easy enough if a bit more strenuous than she remembered. It felt very odd for her to watch television while sitting astride a child's knee, several feet in the air. The lingering pain of her recently spanked bottom was a constant reminder that she had little choice but to cooperate with the young giantess. As they watched and played, Emily frequently stroked and petted Mary in a friendly and reassuring manner. At last Emily yawned and stretched; wrapping her hand around Mary's slender legs, she lifted her into the air once more. "It's getting late", she announced. "Time for little girls like you to have their bath and get into bed." "Oh, I'll be fine with just a shower," said Mary a little nervously. As Emily strolled back toward her room she patted Mary's little head and explained. "I don't think you understand. I'm going to give you your bath tonight." Mary was afraid that was what she meant. Entering her bathroom Emily poured a small amount of bubble bath into the sink, turned on the water and sat down. With a slightly mischievous smile she slipped the tiny clogs from Mary's doll feet and set them on the counter. Mary struggled valiantly but in vain as Emily pulled her thin summer dress over her head, leaving the miniature miss in her knee socks, bra and panties. Her tiny heart was racing as she gazed up and saw the face of a huge child filled with curiosity. She might be almost as helpless as a doll but she knew that her diminutive body would be considerably more fascinating to the giant girl who was holding her in the palm of her hand. "Mom says that one day I'll have boobies too,", said Emily, as she ran an inquisitive finger over Mary's tiny brassiere.
Her shrunken baby-sitter's futile attempts to ward off her finger only added to her amusement. A quick pinch of the huge child's fingers released the clasp and Mary's small, firm breasts sprang free. Her perky nipples stiffened quickly as the cool air brushed over them. Delighted by the sight of the tiny rose tips of Mary's miniature breasts, Emily gently pinched and teased them for a minute before easing the brassiere from Mary's slender shoulders. Mary knew that if she didn't do something soon she would be stark naked in a matter of minutes. She decided to gamble. "Emily, put me down.", she said sternly. "Oh Mary, you're so cute and funny when you try to be serious.", chuckled the girl as her finger tickled Mary's tummy. "Let go of me!", shouted Mary. Placing her feet against Emily's hand she pushed with all her might. Try as she might she was unable to shift Emily's hands one bit. Finally in desperation she screamed at the top of her tiny lungs, "You can't do this to me! I'm not a toy!" "Silly little Mary. You still don't understand do you?", said Emily with a sigh. "You are a toy now. You're my toy." With that Emily shifted the half naked living doll to her left hand and held her face down, arms pinned tightly to her sides. Mary gasped in terrified anticipation as she now felt her tiny panties pulled down all the way to her ankles. "Emily, please don't.", she whined. A shudder ran through her small body as Emily began gently petting her naked, little ass. As the giant girl cupped and patted the Mary's firm little mound she began to quietly lecture her. You must remember your promise... Ooooowwww!!! You promised that you would be good... Ouch!!! You promised to behave... Yeeeeouuch!!! And you promised to obey... Eeeeeeee!!! And that means that you are my doll! The spanking continued for quite a few minutes. Eventually Mary's miniature bottom was bright red and she was sobbing uncontrollably. At last Emily decided that she had made her point and stopped. By this time Mary had ceased crying from lack of breath and was only moaning softly. As she examined her handy work, Emily realized that Mary's blazing bottom was far too sore to stand even a warm bath. After thinking for a moment she scooped up two fingers of cold cream and applied it to Mary's diminutive derriere. The shock of the icy cream on her tortured tush made Mary shriek with alarm, her eyes shot wide open and her whole body tensed for a few seconds. Despite the wonderful cooling sensation of the cream, Mary was mortified as Emily covered her buns with the gooey salve. She was becoming acutely aware that the combination of the spankings and this loving care of her tender behind was beginning to arouse her. Struggle as she might she could not deny the yearning that had been kindled in her tiny loins. After a minute Emily carefully wiped the excess cold cream from her fingers and Mary's smarting cheeks with a wash cloth. Turning Mary to face her once again, she finished removing Mary's panties and knee socks. At last she had her pretty little baby-sitter shrunk down and naked in the palm of her hand. For several minutes she explored the tiny beauty with her eyes and fingers. To Mary's horror, she found that she was finding this treatment to be very erotic. She had often imagined what it would be like to be so tiny, like a little doll. But she had never imagined how exciting it would be to be the tiny, helpless prisoner of a young girl. She discovered that being powerless to prevent Emily from undressing, spanking and fondling her was overwhelmingly stimulating. She had held a desire to completely submit secretly in check all these years. Now that desire would not be denied. The realization of the futility of her struggles added more and more fuel to the fire burning inside her. With her curiosity temporarily satisfied Emily carefully lowered her precious new toy into the sink. She smiled as the mound of bubbles seemed to swallow the miniature girl. As Emily released her, Mary found herself immersed in a sink full of bubbles that was almost as large as a small pool. Kneeling on the bottom, she was just able to keep her head above the level of the mass of soft, warm, fragrant suds. In spite of the warmth of the water a small shiver ran through her tiny body as she gazed up at the huge form of Emily towering over her. Emily allowed Mary to relax undisturbed for a few minutes. A good soak would give her a chance to unwind and get comfortable. As Mary's eyes closed, Emily picked up a tiny piece of a sponge and began to carefully wash the tiny girl in the sink. Her earlier ordeal and the hot, soapy bath had drained all of the fight from Mary's little body. She offered no resistance as Emily gently cradled her in one hand and gently sponged and scrubbed her from head to teeny tiny toes. Once she was satisfied that her diminutive former baby-sitter was completely clean, she rinsed her off and placed her on a very soft, fluffy hand towel. A moment later Mary found herself completely enfolded as Emily covered her with one half of the towel and began to carefully dry her. For Mary the experience was like being wrapped in a warm, soft, sweet smelling living carpet. She had no real sense of Emily's hands as the soft folds of fuzzy terry cloth stroked and caressed her skin. She was borne along by the irresistible strength behind the towel. She felt quite safe and comfortable in the cottony pile. The sensation of the downy soft fibers rubbing her smooth skin sent shivers of erotic electricity coursing through her tiny body. Once Emily had decided that Mary was sufficiently dry, she lowered a fold of the towel enough to uncover the little blond doll's head. When she saw Mary's eyes flutter open she quickly recovered her. Giggling, she carried the small bundle to her bureau. As she went she continued to play the little peek-a-boo game and tickle the tiny nude Mary. After depositing the little package Emily carefully unwrapped it. In the middle of the towel lay the naked, ten inch baby-sitter. Mary lay on her belly contemplating what Emily had in store for her. She did not have long to wait.
The appearance of an unfamiliar shadow made her look over her shoulder just in time to see a large circular object descending toward her. Before Mary could rise to attempt to escape the strange apparition she found herself engulfed in a mass of fragrant, downy fibers. It was a huge powder puff as large in diameter as Mary was tall. The tiny girl giggled and squirmed as the soft, cottony filaments tickled every portion of her body. She quickly realized that she had no chance of escaping Emily's attentions. Struggle as she might she was helpless as the young giantess careful powdered her with the colossal puff. Mary found herself weakening. With each passing moment she was growing more and more aroused. Emily held her firmly in place with just one finger as she teased her diminutive baby-sitter with the fuzzy puff. She could hear Mary's high pitched, breathy giggles and she continued to torment the miniature miss. She revelled in the power that she held over her pocket sized prisoner. Despite her tender years she understood what was happening to Mary and was determined to push her over the edge. As her climax approached Mary found herself losing more and more of her self control. Her hands began stroking the inside of her thighs and fingering her clit. Her tiny fingers pinched and twisted her nipples as she felt her orgasm drew ever nearer. The sensory overload of Emily's downy assault combined with the extreme arousal caused by her helplessness was more erotic stimulation than the tiny woman was able to bear. A high pitched shriek of pleasure announced Mary's arrival at the pinnacle of sexual excitement. Emily was completely enthralled by the spectacle of the doll woman's climax. She was fascinated as she watched Mary's skin flush and her tiny body twist and wriggle as wave after wave of orgasmic rapture coursed through her. Minute beads of perspiration covered her skin and there was a sheen of moisture on the inside of her slender thighs as well. At last the diminutive Mary collapsed onto her terry cloth mattress, her energies completely drained by her climax. Emily carefully raised Mary with one hand and gently slipped a short, silky nightie onto her exhausted toy.
She decided that Mary's bottom would be far too tender to wear panties and she like the way the Mary looked without them anyway. Removing a bed from the doll house she gently tuck the exhausted minikin between the sheets. With a final good night peck on the cheek the girl placed her tiny baby-sitter in the bedroom. As Emily uttered one last command Mary's vision darkened and her head filled with wondrous dreams.

[Xinunar]

Thank you. That was one of my favorites.

[lurkerk]

I tried to commission Sally for a sequel, even providing an idea for the setting, but she didn't want to do it.

By the way, my idea would have Emily after a few years reminiscing about Mary and wondering if her control spell over her still worked. She concentrates and issues and order for Mary to show up at her place, but is like "nah, couldn't work, right?" and then a day later Mary knocks on her door