You lay in the drawer for hours, with your joints going stiff and cramped from being tied on the cold, hard floor. While it's too dark to see anything, you're constantly reminded of the other sex toys on each side of you by a faint aroma, probably soaked into the material from years of use, which reminds you of when you thought it was cruel of her to make you sleep locked up in a cage with her old panties. Now, you wonder if she'll ever let you live in there again if you stay good from now on.

"Good morning, toys!"

When you're rudely awakened by the drawer jostling open, it feels like you've barely just managed to close your eyes as you look up blearily into the blinding morning light at Sara. "Good morning, mistress!" You call up weakly, groaning at the pain in your joints and muscles. "You're looking as beautiful as ever this morning!"

"Like that needs saying!" Sara dismisses you casually, though in fact she's yet to wash the sleep from her eyes, and has a mean case of bed head to boot. You feel that you're on the right track, though, since she fails to hide a satisfied little smile at your blatant flattery regardless. She pierces you to the floor with her gaze and asks: "But why should I pay attention to you, when this toy's bigger, and this one has so much more power than you? What's the advantage of using you, instead?"

You start to panic but then think this must be a test, since she's the one who's been wanting to use you to get off with. You think she clearly likes ordering you around just as much as she likes feeling you in her pussy, so you answer "mistress, I can do anything a tiny human can do and I live to serve your every command! Please let me be your toy!"

Sara surprises you by leaning down suddenly, all the way into the drawer, and planting a kiss on your midsection. "Right answer," she smiles. Then, she kisses you again and her tongue snakes out, playing with your crotch. She talks intermittently: "In that case, I think I want a taste of your little goods to go with my breakfast cereal. Since you make cum like a man and you belong to me, that means your cum belongs to me and I will punish you for spilling any where I don't tell you to. Understand?"

"Yes, mistress!" You agree hurriedly, already trying not to pop. At least the pain from your stiff joints helps you keep it under control, when she suddenly bites down on one of the strings holding you and plucks you out of the drawer hanging from her mouth. One hand grabs behind you and she bites and pulls, tearing off your ropes, and then drops you to the nightstand where you collapse in a heap.

"Now, doing what a tiny man could do means you can learn and improve. Right, toy?" You hasten to agree as you make your way shakily to your feet, the refreshed blood flow sending pinpricks through your limbs. She frowns momentarily. "For one thing, you'll do stretches every morning on your own time now. I want you to get flexible and strong, so I can get carried away a bit and not worry too much about putting you out of commission. Now, let me have that cum. Ready? Five... four..."

You're confused by what is happening until the last second, and then it's too late to work yourself and finish the job as Sara pointedly sticks out her tongue and says "Ahhh!" Right in front of you.

You start to frantically apologize, but her hand knocks you over and her index finger pins your chest to the ground, while she talks down at you in a disappointed tone. "That's really too slow, toy. Considering how beautiful and powerful I am to you, you should be head over heels aching to release that thing around me. The only thing keeping it in check should be how scared of disobeying me you are. You should learn to pay such good attention to what I want at any time, that eventually I can just look at you and you'll go automatically. But you at least need to turn on quickly when I want to, like my other toys."

With a chill down your spine, you realize she's starting to get flustered and a little quick on breathing as she gushes about just how intimately she imagines physically and mentally controlling you. Clearly, you should have been more careful when Debbie turned out to happen to have a friend who was interested in taking an unknown tiny man off of her hands for some reason.

But now that doesn't matter. That life is over, and in this new one Sara's going to keep pushing you more and more until you're broken in to the shape she wants, until there's nothing left you can relate to or think of yourself as, except another personal possession for her enjoyment. The sooner you accept that only her thoughts and choices matter, not yours, the better.

Almost as if she read your mind, to your surprise, instead of punishing you for failing the countdown, Sara lets up the pressure on your chest and starts using her ring and pinky fingers to play with your crotch. "I guess we need to calibrate you just a little, hmm?" She sounds smugly suggestive, like she'd just thought of something clever. "Why don't we try that again, a little slower? Fifteen... fourteen..." 

The rough but soft grooves of her fingertips massaging you feel good, and you're able to get yourself in the right head space to climax right when Sara counts it down - and then with two seconds to go, she turns around, without taking her hand away from playing with you, and sits down quickly on your upper body. You're startled into starting climax, but hold it off...!

And then a quick fart blasts through the fabric of the panties sitting on you, and you hack and cough lungfuls of noxious gas just before her finger strokes you hard and pushes you over the edge. Sara laughs as you struggle under her, writing with pain above the waist and with pleasure below, and stays sitting on you for a few more brutal seconds for good measure before getting up.

"There, see?" She tells you, holding out her pinky with your product on it. "I'm so above you, you can even come to my stinky farts. So it should be easy next time I tell you to do it while looking at my beautiful face, right?" She warns you sternly.

"Yes, mistress!" You have the sinking feeling you'll be punished more before you ever get the hang of that, if you even can.

In any case, Sara chooses to let that be your lesson for now. She has you lick her finger clean and tell her if it tastes like banana, which you report to her it does. It seems strange to be grossed out by that after making out with Sara's asshole earlier, but it somehow still feels like a new low as she starts thinking out loud about what to flavor you with first.

At any rate, Sara locks you in the cage and tells you to do your stretches while she gets ready for work. "When I'm too busy to play with you during work, you'll have your own job." She tells you. "I doubt that you can do much useful, but you need the exercise if you ever want to compete with my vibrator in strength and stamina."

When she comes back, she's dressed and groomed, and has a quarter strawberry for you on a tiny plate, with a little sauce cup filled with what seems like milk. "Eat up quick, but save some for lunch time." She tells you, then turns to start up her work computer. (Not that you could eat the whole thing if you tried, or even close to that.) "You'll need your energy. I can't be distracted during this morning's Zoom meeting, so I'm going to be busy and you're going to be..."