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Not a very descriptive name I know, but I don't know the story behind this image. It just came to me while I was half asleep. Maybe you guys can come up with a good story for it.Related content
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Story by talon
Marissa Baungard reviewed the law on her tablet for like the umpteenth time. Finding no loophole to exploit, she sighed inwardly and glanced over at the woman with the smug look on her face.
It was clear she knew the woman kneeling at her side was her property, lock, stock, and barrel.
"Be reasonable, Ms. Cantrell," the small lawyer implored. "As I said, Miss Stetson's family is more than willing to pay you any amount you desire to get their daughter back."
"Yes, and I said she's NOT for sale. Let’s be clear, Ms. Baungard. The little bitch took my family. My husband, son, and daughter are DEAD because the little 'PRINCESS' didn’t have the decency to hail a cab home, and got behind the wheel DRUNK. And instead of stopping after she ran their car off a bridge, she kept on going, not even bothering to call anyone who may have been able to save them.”
"Ms. Cantrell--"
"The coroner testified my husband drowned while unconscious, but my kids…" Andrea stopped a moment to steel herself and hold her composure. "My kids were wide awake, as the car filled with water, and they died horribly… The verdict’s final, and the law is clear. Her freedom’s forfeit, she’s been reduced, and now she’s in MY custody until I deem her rehabilitated…which will be when pigs can FLY. The authorities couldn't prove dear mommy and daddy tried to cover it up, and believe me, if they had proved it, I'd have their rich ass collared and right here beside her... But since I CAN'T, I think I'll just do the next best thing and parade their precious daughter around this town for all to see, because as we know, EVERYONE knows or heard of the Stetsons."
"It was an ACCIDENT, Ms. Cantrell. Please...a little mercy?"
"Oh I'm showing her mercy... The little tramp's clothed, isn't she? But I tell you THIS," Andrea leaned forward, her demeanor turning deadly serious. "If I see another black van outside my home or following us again, Kiki here's going to go AU natural from now on," she said, giving the leash a good jerk and pulling the little woman off-balance.
Kendal quickly recovered and assumed her position.
"But--"
"This meeting is over," the blond stated.
Andrea stood up, and as she tugged the leash to signal her pet she was allowed to stand and heel, Marissa placed the tablet behind her and slid gracefully from her chair, following as they proceeded to leave the firm's meeting room.
"I wish you'd reconsider. The Stetsons can make you a very wealth woman."
Andrea stopped, and so did Kendal in almost the same instant, her little head lowered. Andrea half turned and looked down at the high-priced lawyer.
"Thanks to their daughter, I don't NEED their money. Life insurance for 3 dead people sure fills up a bank account." She looked to Kendal, and it was as if the younger woman could feel her icy gaze, because she visibly cringed, probably wishing she could shrink away to nothing.
Ms. Cantrell turned to leave, but paused again.
"Ms. Baungard, if it's not too sensitive a subject, I assume by your...LACK of height, you went afoul of the law too?"
Marissa swallowed. It was a common subject. One of the main selling points of the miniaturizing procedure was to be a constant reminder for the reformed to stay on the straight and narrow, another was the fact it made a great visible advert to society of what could happen if they broke the law.
"When I was young, I was involved in a hold up that cost the life of a storekeeper. I wasn't part of the robbery. I was just along for the ride. And when the authorities confronted me, I lied and hindered their investigation. When the thieves were caught, they - my supposed FRIENDS - rolled over and implicated me. They were both on their 3rd strike, and were reduced to the maximum of a 1/4 and inch and placed in the city's correctional tank. I received a half-height reduction and a one year sentence with the storekeeper's family."
Andrea was intrigued. "And how did they treat you?"
Marissa sighed as she remembered. "It was hard at first... Like you, they wanted my time with them to be pure hell. But once they got to know me, they...lightened up." She straightened up. "It was...bearable."
"I see. And now you're a high-powered ambulance chaser."
"Yes," Marissa chuckled. "I decided I'd reached the LOW point of my life, and knew I could either go out on the street and become a sexual oddity, earning money by tricking to all the perverts in town, or I could make something of myself. Seeing as how I 'LACKED of height' for most jobs, I decided law was the best route to take. With the help of the state, I put myself through law school, busted my tail, and after getting through all the short jokes, I climbed up on a box and gave the commencement as the class valedictorian. I was immediately recruited by Hale, Taylor and Kent, and next year, hopefully it'll be Hale, Taylor, Kent and Baungard."
"Ah. Hope this case doesn't screw that up."
"It won't. I was doing this as a favor. The Stetsons are friends with the family that had custody of me. I'm only acting as an intermediary because of the restraining order you have against them."
"My, my, aren't you the smart one. Well, I'm glad it all turned out well for you."
"And it could for Kendal too. Ms. Cantrell...Andrea... That family forgave me... They showed me that there was mercy and love in this world. It was partly because of them I was able to turn myself around. You could give this girl that same opportunity."
Andrea looked away solemnly, as if considering it.
But then that familiar smirk slowly appeared on her face. She chuckled softly and looked at Marissa.
"Nice try, counselor, but no dice. I'm not the forgiving type, or at least not any more. That part of me died with my family. No, little Kiki's staying with me," she said, placing her hand atop Kendal's head, and did the main thing the girl hated the most, started ruffling up her hair.
The shrunken woman didn't try to pull away, duck or stop her, and when Andrea finished up by giving her two good pats on top of the head, she was left a disheveled mess. Kendal didn't try to fix it either. Knowing if she did, punishment in the form of a good spanking would await her at home.
Probably still would.
So she just stood there, hair a frilly mess, head down, her hands clasped behind her back, feet together.
"So, I take it they allowed you to wear clothes," Andrea continued. "Did they keep you caged? And did they leash you whenever you were out?"
"At first," Marissa smiled wry. "They caged me and used the leash, but after about a month, that stopped and I slept in the kids' room on one of those little child beds. As for clothes, they chose to have me dress like their youngest daughter, Melody. No jeans, just really frilly dresses. Ugh. To this day I hate the color pink."
"Well," Andrea smiled, "when Kiki gets home and I remove the leash, she knows to undress and go straight to her cage."
Again more hair ruffling.
"You were lucky to have such forgiving 'owners'... " Andrea gauged the look on the lawyer's face to see if that word had any sting to it, and when she noticed Marissa swallow, she smiled inwardly and pushed a bit more. "Penance must be earned, and this little bitch has a LOT to earn if she ever expects to receive my clemency. I get together with other 'owners' of like mind. It's all lawful as you know, and we play...games," she smiled slyly. "It's very entertaining."
THAT visibly startled Marissa. "I, um...see."
"Yes, and Kiki is quite popular..." she said, gently stroking the top of the girl's head. "Please let the Stetsons know that."
Marissa took an uncomfortable deep breath, as she looked at Kendal. The girl stood there, stone still, not even trembling, her spirit clearly broken. Andrea had done quite a job on her, and the longer the former debutant was with the larger woman; the harder it would be to undo the damage.
She steeled herself and was about to make one final plea, but Ms. Cantrell chimed in first.
"You would be pretty entertaining too, I bet."
That caught Marissa off guard. "Excuse me?"
"At the group. Oh Ms. Baungard, the sight of you dressed in a teeny-weeny bikini, collared, and led in on a leash... YOU would look spectacular," Andrea smiled wickedly.
Marissa hated this, she had seen that look many a time whenever she went out, on the faces of men AND women. And it always sent a chill down her spine.
It was the look of a predator sizing up its prey.
"Well...I...I'm afraid that won't happen..." the lawyer said nervously, the image appearing in her mind.
Inwardly, Andrea was laughing, pleased with the result of her psychological attack. "OHHN..." she faked a whined, and pouted playfully. "That's too bad. I have this mean little gold number of Kiki's, that I know you'd looked totally HOT in... Oh well, If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."
And with that, she gave the leash a tug as she turned to leave, and Marissa sadly watched the two leave.
"...There but for the grace of God go I," she whispered...
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superb picture, simply outstanding. thanks for the effort...
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This is certainly a challenge. I like a challenge. Let's see...
The small appears to be holding a tablet. She appears to be a negotiator representing some sort of a corporation or organization, while the lady who holds the slave appears to be independent and very confident and content. The small slave woman looks submissive and from the way her mistress holds her I'd say she's been serving her for a while. I'd say that just earlier that day she was ordered to stick her face in her mistress' behind. Ok, I have a story:
The business woman is the CEO of a large coporation. The mistress woman is the main share holder. She visited the company's headquarters the other day and saw an employee she fancied, so she took her to be her personal slave for a couple of months, making clear that if she won't comply she will lose her job and her career. After a week of this the CEO tries to negotiate getting her employee back for a couple of days because she desperately need her to do an important job for the company.
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Interesting. I really can't quite figure out the whole dynamic. Someone is wearing too many clothes, I think.
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