You enjoy your tiny, bratty bottom's ministrations. That level of defiance borders on charming and even attractive - the way they push back against the face of overwhelming odds. It almost makes you hungry for when you can lay them low after a night of fun. But weeks of this has you wondering how to actually break them.
And then it hits you. A plan.
After a night of enjoying your plaything, you slip them into their enclosure... and they don't leave. For days. For weeks on end, the clear walls are their home with no respite. They levy their little curses and barbs and insults when you walk past but, what normally would draw a snicker and a rejoinder gets nothing in response. Moments of you stealing little glances their way as if in anticipation of what you might do with, or to them, are replaced by lacking acknowledgement of their existence.
Over time, they start to realize. While the overwhelming, dangerous, voracious attention you paid to them to satisfy those shameful urges and a need to devour and monopolize another being's very existence is a lot to handle... the loneliness; the nothingness; the emptiness is worst.
They don't know when it started but, before long, they'll find themselves pressed firmly against the glass enclosure just searching and hoping for something from you. Your eyes passing over their direction. A lazy drag of a finger over the curve of their jar. Something that acknowledges them; that rewards them for making it through the day and still being yours.
Days. Maybe weeks might pass before you finally relent. Before they're greeted by your fingers wrapping around their enclosure and offering to pour them out onto the desk beside your computer. You give them nothing. You bark no orders. You still keep your attention elsewhere - at the blue glow of your screen or scrolling through messages on your phone.
For minutes they give you the same while shocked by uncertainty, anger, and confusion. Until you feel them press themselves against your finger - wrapping little arms around the digit and hoping the punishment ends.
And that's how you break a tiny brat.
*takes a deep breath* Don't judge me. Or do. I'm a yeen on the internet; not a cop.
CW: mental anguish, training, coersion.
#CruelYEEN #SizeSky #AceKink
