Life in miniature Part 1 Kate smiled as she saw that her spell had worked. Her friend, who had once stood at over six feet tall, was now on the floor in front of her, only one inch tall. She picked him up gently and held him in the palm of her hand. Kate was only a petit woman, but she now towered above him. “Don’t worry, I will reverse it” Kate smiled. “But not yet”. She picked up a pair of white silk knickers and smiled as she unzipped a small compartment that she had sewed into the back of the underwear. “This will be your home, at least until morning” she smiled as she dropped him inside. She then zipped the compartment closed and locked it in place with a small padlock. She put the knickers back into her underwear drawer and pushed it closed. Everything went black. He started to explore his silk cell, trying to find a means of escape. But at his size the silk was impenetrable, there was no way he could escape. He knew she had him securely trapped and he just lay there thinking of what she might have planned for him. Kate came out of the shower and towelled herself dry. She then walked over to her knicker drawer, her firm, slim figure quivering as she walked. She opened the drawer and smiled as she considered what to wear. She pulled out the white silk pair in which her friend was encased and purred, “Yes, I think I’ll wear you tonight”. He could see what was coming next. She pulled the knickers on over her tanned legs and up to her pert backside. They were a snug fit. Snug for her friend certainly; he was now trapped in a silk cell, squeezed up against the bottom of her arse. She then moved him slightly with her fingers, until he lay partly submerged between her bum cheeks. “A good fit I’d say” Kate purred as she walked around her bedroom, getting used to the feel of her friend between her cheeks. She then pulled out a pair of jeans and eased them up over her long legs. She pulled them all the way up and fastened them around her slim waist with a thick, leather belt. Inside, all was pitch black. The jeans also served to push him even further against the young woman’s arse. He lay there, facing towards his captress, with silk pushing against him in all directions. He could barely move his arms and legs, but he moved a little to try and find a more comfortable position. Kate then tensed her arse. Her muscles gripped his body and held it rigid. He tried to wriggle, but he was caught. She then started to walk. He was buffeted from one side to the other as the muscles in each leg worked in turn. This was inescapable bondage; she could do whatever she wanted with him. Kate left the house and walked to her car. She opened the door and eased herself inside and sat down. She smiled as she thought about how her friend would be feeling trapped beneath her. She wriggled a little and felt him between her cheeks. He lay there helplessly pinned beneath her. He couldn’t move a muscle. Inside the car it was warm and he could feel the temperature rising and a slight tackiness as moisture from her arse started to seep through the silk to where he lay. Time no longer had any meaning, as he lay completely trapped in his warm dark cell. She was enjoying the feeling of him right beneath her arse. She thought about breaking wind and the effect that that would have on him. He would be completely immersed in the aroma for along time. There was no ventilation where he was. She broke wind and smiled. She arrived at the club and joined her friends. They sat down on the sofa and started to drink. Once again her weight held every one of his muscles locked in place beneath her. She wriggled around as she laughed with her friends. He just lay there and took the punishment. Kate then took to the floor for the dancing. It was hot in the club and even hotter in Kate’s knickers. He felt the tensing of each of her muscles in turn as she danced. The temperature continued to rise and the perspiration started to flow. Her knickers started to stick to her backside and ride further into her arse as the heat increased. He helplessly went with them. All around him was damp with her perfume. By the end of the night, she was feeling very drunk and staggered to the taxi. She and her girlfriends walked into her house and collapsed on her bed giggling. After half an hour of chat, Kate drifted off to sleep, still fully dressed, still with her friend firmly encased in her knickers. There was no need to further secure him for the night, he was going nowhere. (To be continued) __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus - For a better Internet experience http://uk.promotions.yahoo.com/yplus/yoffer.html