The slave, now knee-high and stuck like that for a week, looked up at Dr. Praetorius. 'So what will you do with me, Master? I know you prefer me either tiny or normal sized.'
'Well, bitch… I do prefer you those ways but I want to play a little. Plus, I think I see why my cousin likes to play this way. I almost wish I could make you really small...you valued that fraction of an inch that I took… why not make you that size, a fraction of an inch, hmmmm? But that won't happen, so I guess we'll have to settle.'
He instructed his little captive to roam around the house while he went shopping to get used to her temporary size. After he left, she naturally looked for escape avenues but he had already taken care of all that...so she tried to be as normal as possible. At her size of almost 2 feet tall, this seemed easy at first but simple tasks like opening a door were quite tiring and humiliating.
She managed to hop up in a huge chair and surf the Web, noticing how many 'SW fetishists' would like a girl of her present size.
The door opened and Praetorius walked in with several bags and boxes. He laughed, seeing his slave perched in the chair, propped up on pillows. He scooped her up and set her on the floor. 'You look so cute, little one... and this will look cute on you'. He produced a pink, rhinestone studded dog collar and buckled it around her throat.
'Ack! Master, it's...PINK!'
'Hehehe, yeah…I know...for my sweet little pet.' Then he showed her the rest of his purchases...a dog cage, a fleece-lined dog bed, a leash and a doggie dish set. 'For the rest of the week, you'll be my little puppy dog. 'He petted her head and clasped the leash onto the collar. 'We're going for a little walk in the fenced-in backyard.'
'No, Master!'
'No? Hmmm... Little doggies don't talk! Bad girl! Bad bitch!'
Whack! He hit her little bottom with a rolled-up newspaper and she whimpered.
'That's better...but you don't have to walk on all fours unless I order it. I want you to know you're only knee-high.'
Outside, Dr. Praetorius kept up a brisk pace and disciplined his pet when her little legs couldn't keep up. He ordered her to squat and urinate on a tree stump while he watched. 'Good girl!' he praised her and gave her a treat, chocolate (even though it's not good for real dogs). Once they were inside again, Dr. Praetorius locked his pet in her cage while he made dinner. She noticed he only made enough for himself, then went in the refrigerator and brought out a can, dumping the contents in the dog dish and filled the water dish with cold water. She suspected the 'dog food' was really beef stew, as a lover had played a similar game with her years ago but it was still so awful... being the size of a pet and then being treated as one. Her pussy nonetheless dripped despite the shame and desire that she felt.
'Are you hungry, girl, hmmmm?'
She whimpered.
'Good!' he let her out of the cage and she scurried to the dishes. 'Remember… no hands.'
She ate at her Master's feet, where he occasionally reached down and pushed her face in the stew if she didn't eat fast enough. When she was done, he grabbed her by the hair and dunked her face in the water dish to clean the mess.
'What a nice little puppy, you ate it all! Now let's watch some TV.'
In the living room, the slave jumped with difficulty onto the couch. 'No! No! Bad girl! Down! Down!'
Whack! The newspaper hit her bottom with a stinging slap. She fell off the couch and leaped up, hands on hips.
'All right! That's enough, you bastard! I don't want to be a doggie anymore!'
'Oh, really? From up here I'd say you haven't any choice in the matter.' A huge hand grasped her delicate throat, squeezing lightly. She looked up pleadingly into her Master's cold eyes. 'That scared look tells me you don't really mind being a doggie...' his hand toyed with her pussy, 'and this nice little wet spot tells me you actually LIKE it…a lot!' He tossed the tiny girl onto the dog bed at his feet. 'Oh, I forgot..' he snapped his fingers and pointed at the bedroom, 'fetch me my slippers... and on all fours this time. If you are quick, you can lick my hand. .if you're really quick, before bed you can lick....something else.'