You are a tiny, shrunken guy, watching me from a glass jar as I return home, talking on the phone. I change in front of you, then pick you out of the jar and shush you. I'm still on the phone, so you have to stay quiet. I take you to my bed and toy with you, showing different views of my body as I keep talking to my friend on the phone. As I finish the call, you are looking at my scrunching feet. I call you a perv and ask you to rub my feet as I keep texting and completely ignoring you.
After the feet rub, I realise that I have to pee, but I take you with me because I don't want you to ...

You are a tiny, shrunken guy, watching me from a glass jar as I return home, talking on the phone. I change in front of you, then pick you out of the jar and shush you. I'm still on the phone, so you have to stay quiet. I take you to my bed and toy with you, showing different views of my body as I keep talking to my friend on the phone. As I finish the call, you are looking at my scrunching feet. I call you a perv and ask you to rub my feet as I keep texting and completely ignoring you.
After the feet rub, I realise that I have to pee, but I take you with me because I don't want you to run away. So, you watch me peeing as I joke about flushing you down the toilet because you are so worthless.
Your last task is to make me feel good after I drop you on my bush. I tell you not to get lost but it is already too late. I don't have the time to find your tiny, shrunken self, so I just get dressed and leave the room.