There are some times when I go out hunting, find a man, shrink him right then and there and then have my fun. There are other times when I prefer to break them first so that I'm assured to have an obedient tiny slave when I decide it's time to add to my collection of tinies. For these victims I have had special accommodations made in the basement of my house. There are no windows, no television, no books. Just 4 walls and darkness when I make it dark and light when I make it light. I keep them in chains. starving and cold. Sometimes I beat them with whips and wooden clubs. Sometimes they don't...

There are some times when I go out hunting, find a man, shrink him right then and there and then have my fun. There are other times when I prefer to break them first so that I'm assured to have an obedient tiny slave when I decide it's time to add to my collection of tinies. For these victims I have had special accommodations made in the basement of my house. There are no windows, no television, no books. Just 4 walls and darkness when I make it dark and light when I make it light. I keep them in chains. starving and cold. Sometimes I beat them with whips and wooden clubs. Sometimes they don't survive. But the ones who do, the ones who are finally broken mentally and physically, they become wonderful little slaves. They do what they're told without question and when the time comes to shrink them they are so willing to please me that they beg for it. They know that they will still be for my amusement. They're well aware that I will degrade, humiliate and them. But they also know that if they please me they're will be some who are treated like beloved pets, fed only the finest dog foods and expensive mineral water. You see it's important to me that they are willing. It can get so boring just hurting and destroying random strangers. That's where these captives are different...By the time I'm finished with them I know them better than anyone has ever know them their entire lives. I know what makes them cry. I know what makes them scream. I know what makes them beg for mercy. I need to be worshiped. I deserve to be idolized. They may not have known it when I lured them to my home but this is their destiny. In the end I will own them and they will whimper in their pathetic way "thank you mistress" after every cruelty I inflict.