This choice: . "I should show you your new home." • Go Back... ““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 Elfie with one hand and carried her across the room.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that!” the Barbie-sized babysitter exclaimed, as fingers wrapped about her waist and she was carried across the gargantuan room. After another dizzying ride Elfie found herself deposited on the front porch of the doll house.
Christy ignored the protest, knelt down and 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, Elfie quickly slipped off her shoes and stepped across the threshold. As she began to slowly move through the house Elfie 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.”, Christy 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 Christy’s foot steps confirmed that she had left. After a short pause, Elfie dashed to the door and pulled hard on the knob. It turned easily but the door was firmly bolted from the outside. This whole thing had been well planned. With a defeated sigh, Elfie 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, Elfie realized this was certainly a step up in real estate. It was quite roomier than her own home, given the scale of things. 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 Elfie racked her brain to try to make some sense of it all. Sometime later she heard the low rumble of Christy’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 Elfie 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. Christy had pulled a chair up beside the house and was waiting as Elfie stepped onto the balcony and seated herself at a small table.
Christy carefully served her Barbie-sized baby-sitter a one inch square of peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then dispensed a tiny glass full of chocolate milk with a small cup. Christy chattered away while they ate.
Elfie was silent for the most part answering direct questions and trying to get used to looking up at the billboard size face of the youngster she was supposed to be looking after.
Once they had finished Christy heaved a sigh and announced “Oh, I almost forgot dessert!” With that she placed a huge Oreo cookie on the tiny table before Elfie.
The miniature woman was taken aback by the sight of a cookie the size of a large pizza.
Christy smiled down at her as she munched her own fist full of cookies. Once she had finished, Christy handed Elfie her clogs and lowered her hand to the balcony and looked down at Elfie.
“You’re kidding, right? You want me---!!” Elfie asked, incredulously. She gestured nervously and spluttered “No way!! Notta chance!!”
Christy smirked, curled and uncurled her other forefinger in a ‘come-here gesture’ and pressed it into her waiting hand. Then she pointed at Elfie and waited. Behind her stern expression, Christy was loving this moment. She’d always wanted to boss an adult around just like this.
It was really obvious what was expected of her. Part of Elfie was furious at the simple demand. She was also scared of putting herself back into the position of being completely at the child’s mercy. But the memory of the punishments she’d suffered also asserted itself. Swallowing, nervously, silently she rose and seated herself in the child’s palm. With Christy’s thumb clamped securely across her thighs Elfie 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 Elfie 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, Christy frequently stroked and petted Elfie in a friendly and reassuring manner.
At last Christy yawned and stretched; wrapping her hand around Elfie’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 in bed.”
“Oh, I’ll be fine with just a shower,” said Elfie a little nervously. Her keen senses warned her of danger. There was something in the way her young captress spoke that had a menace to it.
As Christy strolled back toward her room she patted Elfie’s little head and explained
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