1. Diminutive Discipline

You are Ethan, standing on the bathroom counter, Rachel looming over you. Her eyes gleam with a mix of dominance and desire as she holds up a large, soft-bristled toothbrush. "You can't even reach the sink to brush your teeth, can you, little man?" she coos, her voice patronizing. You shake your head, glaring at her, but she merely smiles, turning on the faucet, testing the water temperature. She's enjoying this, your helplessness, your reliance on her. She squeezes toothpaste onto the brush, then grips your chin, forcing your mouth open. You squirm, trying to pull away, but she's strong, her grip firm. She begins to brush your teeth, her other hand holding your head steady. She leans down, her breath hot on your ear, "You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you, Ethan? Because you know what happens to bad boys..." 2. **Lilliputian Longing** You are Ethan, tucked into a tiny chair at a tiny table, a bowl of cut-up fruit in front of you. Rachel walks in, her dominant aura filling the room. She's carrying a tiny spoon, which she sets down on the table. She pulls out the other tiny chair, but instead of sitting, she hikes up her skirt, placing one knee on the chair, her other foot on the floor. She leans forward, her breasts practically spilling out of her low-cut top. She's eager to please you, but only on her terms. She dips the spoon into the bowl, scooping up a piece of fruit. She holds it to your lips, her voice a seductive purr, "Open up, Ethan." You press your lips together, shaking your head, but she merely smiles, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and arousal. She's enjoying this, the control, the forced submission. She drags the spoon down, teasing your lips, your chin, before moving lower, tracing your collarbone, your chest. She leans down, her voice a dominant growl, "You will eat, Ethan. Even if I have to hold you down and force you to." 3. **Microscopic Mastery** You are Ethan, cornered on the couch, Rachel towering over you. Her eyes are filled with a mix of determination and lust. She's holding a small, velvet box, which she opens to reveal a tiny, gleaming cock ring. You shake your head, trying to back away, but she merely smiles, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and arousal. She reaches down, her fingers toying with the waistband of your 2T pants, teasing, taunting. She tsks, her voice a patronizing coo, "Now, now, Ethan. You can't go around getting all worked up like this. You need to learn some control." She grabs the back of your pants, pulling them down, exposing you. She grips you, her touch firm, her eyes locked on yours. She slides the ring on, tightening it, her breath hitching slightly as she watches your reaction. She leans down, her voice a dominant purr, "You're mine to control, Ethan. Every tiny inch of you. You will learn discipline, and you will learn it on your knees."