My Sweet Little Sammy (Patreon)

I love my tiny precious 5’2 boyfriend. Little Sammy is my dream guy, and I’m just over the moon that the two of us can be together. Trust me, we’re used to the stares, the whispers, the sardonic smiles…the rogue rude comments here and there. None of it phases us; none of it matters. The important thing is that the two of us are happier now than we could have ever imagined being a couple years ago…me especially. If you had told us back then that we’d find each other, I don’t think either of us would have believed you.It was so bleak then…it just didn’t seem possible that I was going to find a partner. Sammy and I both went to the same college – he was a senior and I was a sophomore, and, by chance, we happened to be in the same macroeconomics class. At the time, I was just putting my head down and throwing everything into my studies to distract myself from the fact that every relationship I got into was a disaster. I’ll be the first to admit that, back then, my chief criteria for pursuing a relationship was height: was the guy taller than me? Yes? Well okay then, maybe we could date. I have to shake my head at that attitude now, but it wasn’t easy being a 6’5 young woman who thought that she needed a partner to make her feel protected, small, and encompassed. That’s what I thought I wanted, so, of course, the pool of potential guys for me to date was automatically tiny – is it really any surprise that things weren’t working out? But at the time, I just assumed I was undateable, and that I was going to have to face the world alone.My sweet Sammy changed all that. I don’t even know what happened; I can’t explain it. For the first two months of class, I had barely even noticed that he was there. He was so small and quiet, sitting in the back of the class, that I just assumed he was some freshman who was nervous being away from home for the first time. And anyway, I didn’t really get a chance to see much of him, since I was always sitting in the front of the class, participating. I’ve always been that way – passionate, dynamic, a bit of a workhorse…I was a goody-two-shoes when I started high school but thankfully I grew out of that. But I’ve always just been very proactive and diligent. There wasn’t any doubt in my mind that I was going to be successful. I wanted to fly high, to join a big corporation, to surround myself with a bunch of high-octane people like myself who wanted to make it big. And all those personal miseries I was trying to hide? Well…if I was busy and “successful” enough, maybe it all wouldn’t hurt so bad.But then, one day after class, I was in a hurry (as usual), since I had another class directly after and had to get all the way across campus in 15 minutes. Even though I’m huge, I’m usually not a klutz, but I must’ve been rushing more than usual that day, because my elbow knocked into the door frame, and the stack of textbooks I was carrying went tumbling onto the floor. Cursing silently to myself, I reached to pick them up, but as I bent down, I stopped. There was little Sammy, way down there, crouched on his knees, struggling to stack the textbooks back up.I was going to say something…really, I was. Something normal and expected, like ‘Oh you don’t have to do that!’ or ‘Oh my goodness, thank you!’ or ‘Here, don’t worry, I’ve got it.’ Then my life would have just chugged on as it was before: busy, conventional, “successful”…desolate. It’s so crazy to me that, from this moment on, my life changed completely. I can’t even say what happened in my mind, but…for whatever reason, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t react. Instead, I just stood there, staring down at this tiny little guy who was trying his best to fix my mess.It all happened in a few seconds: my eyes went over the top of his head and his tousled brown hair, over his skinny arms straining with the weight of the heavy textbooks, over his delicate little hands…I had never experienced anything like this before. I could literally feel myself getting aroused, and the arousal was totally new. It wasn’t based on my being impressed with a man’s strong physique, or his confidence, or his accoutrements – that kind of arousal is centered around plans for a submissive future, one where your man will protect you and pleasure you and make you his. There’s nothing wrong with that at all. It’s what most women want and pursue. It’s what I thought I wanted…until this moment.This new arousal I felt was entirely inverted from what I had been used to. Suddenly, I wanted to protect him…I wanted to pleasure him. It wasn’t even because he was doing something helpful and nice for me; this was no transactional turn-on. Instead, as I stared down at him in wonder, my brain swiftly interpreted his actions as a submissive invitation for me to notice him, to examine him, and to make of him what I would. I was stunned.And then, from his crouched position, engulfed in my shadow, he turned his adorable little face to look up at me…those big, brown puppy dog eyes. My lips parted in a soft exhale, my brow furrowing up as I tilted my head to the side. I always felt so tall and huge around everyone, but now I was experiencing it a different way. I felt the slow, easy power of being voluptuous, amazonian…powerful. I wasn’t even thinking about how to behave or what to say – for the first time in my life, I had the confidence and assurance to go on pure instinct.“Sweetheart, you better be careful,” I heard myself say, raising my eyebrows, “I might just have to take you home with me.”Those big brown eyes blinked up at me a couple times, and I could see his little mouth opening, saying something. But his voice was so quiet, and he was sooooo far down – I was wearing my 3-inch black platform sandals, which made me a monstrous 6’8. I had figured, why the hell not!? I was already huge after all, so I may as well be gigantic. Back then, wearing those platforms was a sign of my despair at ever attracting a partner. But little did I know then that they were going to become a love language of their own very soon.I put my hands on my knees and bent down low, looming over this tiny guy down below me. It was crazy – this interaction felt fluid, inevitable…like I was watching a movie or something. I already knew just what to say, and I didn’t even have to think about it.“Sorry, dear?” I said warmly, smiling down at him, “I didn’t catch that. Your voice is so soft! What did you say?”“I–I said…” he repeated, somehow managing to sound intimidated and brave at the same time, “Th-that I wouldn’t…wouldn’t mind that.”As soon as those words came out of his mouth, it was like they gave him the boost he needed, and, his adorable face reddening with effort, he managed to rise up from his crouching position with an armful of my heavy textbooks. And I mean heavy – I’m talking Mankiw’s 12th edition, and Romer’s 4th edition macro…both over 650 pages…not really a problem for me to carry, of course, but for him? It was the cutest thing I ever saw. His knuckles were whitening with effort, and his entire body was literally teetering in place. He was pretty much eye-level with my tits, and the top of his head didn’t even reach my shoulders. Normally, I would have snatched the books out of his hands to rescue him before he toppled over, but in this situation, I didn’t. I somehow knew that his effort was a form of communication, and that his body was still speaking to me.But the actual words he had spoken went through me like a warm wave. He was so timid and submissive, and yet…what he had said showed that he had some attitude, some real spunk. He was flirting with me. And I was eating it up.“Oh yeah?” I grinned, still bent down over him, still letting him struggle with my books, “You wouldn’t mind, huh? I’m serious. You’re way too cute to leave alone.”It was surreal, hearing myself say these things. When did I ever talk like this!?“I’m s-serious too!” he replied, taking a deep breath and hitching the heavy books up on his bony hip, which only made his cheeks turn a brighter shade of scarlet. Or was it his embarrassment? I couldn’t tell. Either way, it was captivating.“I can...I can be your book-carrier!” he added, his little voice cracking a bit. Despite his struggles, he had a smile on his face, a tiny impish grin, like he knew how audacious and unabashed he was being. I was barely even aware of the rest of the class filing past us. I think some of them were watching us interact, and I’m pretty sure a couple people were whispering to each other, snickering. But I really don’t know. I was honed in.“Aw, that’s very kind of you to offer,” I purred down at him, “But from the looks of it, you’d barely make it out of the building, much less across campus!”I suddenly remembered that I needed to be getting to my other class, and there was a moment of panic that flared up inside me, but then, remarkably, something inside me doused the flame, and a strange, calming excitement came over me. This moment has become a core memory for me. Suddenly, my priorities were clear. I could miss this one class. Something far more important was happening.“Yeah, I-I’m…I’m not too strong,” this sweet guy replied, smiling sheepishly up at me, visibly straining under the weight of my books.“That’s okay honey,” I hummed, bending down and reaching my arms out to take the books back. My hands brushed his chest as I relieved him of his load, and I could see his big eyes marvel at how my huge hands wrapped around the books, and how easy it was for me to lift them up and carry them. “If you have me around, you don’t need to be strong.”My words hung in the air between us as I straightened back up, my massive frame towering over him. Once again, the unfamiliarity of my phrasing was almost jarring to me. It seemed inconceivable to me that these words were coming out of my mouth. I wasn’t “dominant” like this! I didn’t enjoy feeling huge, or assertive, or powerful! That was all for my “dream man,” a 6’8 burly, confident man with a sense of humor and an ambitious streak even more intense than my own. And yet…all of this was happening, unfolding in real time before my eyes…and I loved it.“What’s your name, sweet pea?” I asked, nearly laughing at my own audacity, using these pet names for someone I barely even knew.“S-Sam…” he replied back. It was adorable; he could barely even speak to me without stuttering, and yet, it obviously wasn’t a source of anguish to him. Like me, he almost seemed to be laughing at himself, and plowing ahead instinctually.“Sam…” I repeated, relishing how much richer and deeper my voice sounded than his, “That’s a nice little name – I like “Sammy” better though. I think I’ll call you that from now on.”“O-Okay,” he nodded, blinking, before taking a deep breathing and adding, bravely, “A-And…and what’s…what’s your name?”“Bella,” I smiled gently.“That’s…I…I–I like that name,” Sammy said. I flared my nostrils, inhaling a deep breath that expanded my body. I had the sudden urge to back him up into the wall and stick my big thigh right in between his tiny legs, pumping it slowly up and down, up and down, while I stared silently into his eyes. The only reason why I didn’t was because I somehow knew that all of that would come in time. It was enough for me to feel this new sensation coursing through my body, to recognize it, and to savor it. It was like tasting something entirely new for the very first time, and realizing what you’ve been missing all along. Domination. I had never sought it before, even eschewing it as something revolting and unnatural coming from my end. Not anymore. I could feel it pumping through my body. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on this little guy, to pleasure him, to claim him.Our professor brushed by us, giving me an awkward attempt at a smile before ducking out of the door into the hallway. I realized that he had probably heard our whole conversation, which, far from embarrassing me, made me chuckle. It was so weird; I had literally no shame, and felt zero awkwardness. We were the only two people left in the classroom now, and I could sense an onus materializing around me. In the past, with other men I had dated, whenever I had felt this sense of responsibility to keep things moving along, I had resented it. Clearly, I was dealing with a guy who wasn’t confident, who didn’t know how to take charge…who was weak. That was my thinking, at least. But now, all of those negative, stressful, submissively-charged feelings were nowhere to be found. I was in charge right now. I knew it. And it wasn’t even that I didn’t mind it – I relished it.“What’re you doing right now, Sammy?” I asked pointedly, shifting my weight to one leg, delighting in how his eyes flitted down to the jiggle of my hip. I had made a point to carry all of my books in one arm, just to show him how easy it was for me.“Uh, I’m not, uhm…really sure,” he chuckled, blinking those big eyes up at me. “What are…w-what’re you doing?”It was so perfect; I could tell that he had had something planned before, and I learned later that he actually had another class to get to as well, just like me. But he was holding everything in suspense, waiting for my answer. He would go with whatever I said. Looking back on it now, this was the “fork in the road” moment…but really, there was never any question in my mind which way I was going to go.“Well…” I replied, sighing out through a smile, “I’m supposed to be on my way to another class right now, but…I think I’d rather hang out with you, Sammy…and get to know you better.”“I could, uhm…I could come with you to class, if you want,” he offered adorably, “And we could hang out after, s-since I wouldn’t want you to, uh, to miss your –”“Oh that’s very sweet of you to say,” I laughed, “But to be honest I don’t think I’ll be able to focus much in class today. Something’s happened, Sammy…can you feel it?”Those big, beautiful brown eyes stared up at me, blinking for a few seconds, like he could hardly believe what he was hearing, and then, silently, he nodded.“So…” I asked, feeling the warmth intensify in my loins as I held out my big hand toward him, shimmying my long fingers invitingly, “You wanna get lunch?”His little fairy face brightened into another one of those sheepish grins, and he reached his hand up to mine.“Y-Yeah…” he smiled. I felt my fingers and palm gently swallow his up, totally encompassing them in the warm strength of my grasp. I had him.And, would you believe it, that was it. That’s all it took! I skipped my class (the only class I ended up skipping all semester, by the way) and took Sammy out to lunch instead. By the end of the afternoon, I had learned that he was a senior, and somehow, the age difference between us made me even more aroused. I nearly yelped out with delight when I heard that he was actually two years older than me. I also learned that he was an econ major just like me, and that he didn’t really have a plan for what he was going to do after he graduated. He had an almost-ethereal quality about him, a fairy-like (I know I keep using that word, but it’s for a reason!) aura that made me feel intensely protective of him. He really did seem too good for this world, too small, light, and delicate. It somehow made complete sense to me that he didn’t have a plan for what he was going to do with his life. It wasn’t that he was lazy or sluggish – it was already clear to me that he took his studies seriously, and that he didn’t take his opportunities for granted. But his approach to life was essentially passive, and very easygoing and mellow. He liked to go for walks in the woods, looking at the plants and enjoying the wildlife; he liked to watch movies; and, even though he had no ambitions to work in a high-end restaurant and make a career out of it, he liked to cook. Unlike me, he wasn’t really interested in making money, or achieving fame or recognition. He didn’t care about making his mark on the world. All he wanted to do was find some kind of quiet, easy job that would allow him to provide for himself, and just sit back and enjoy life.I had never met anyone remotely like him before. As I kept asking questions, leaning forward over lunch and listening to his soft voice answering, I found myself totally in awe of this tiny man. Before, if you had described Sammy to me, physically and emotionally, I wouldn’t have had the slightest romantic interest in him. In every way, he was the opposite of what I was looking for. But as afternoon stretched into early evening, my initial dominant attraction only grew. I began to get the uncanny sense that Sammy had been floating through life, waiting…waiting…until he encountered someone like me to snatch him up. I don’t think he would have put it quite like that – it wasn’t like he was pining to be dominated, or lusting after taller women, or anxious for a girlfriend. As strange as it may sound to say, I actually think he would have been perfectly happy and content if we had never even met.But we HAD met. And now that we were acquainted, I could tell that he was very, very attracted to me. Far from it stressing him out, it was clear that he enjoyed my dynamic personality, and admired my drive and ambition. All my gentle teasings and pet names made him blush. And, perhaps most intensely of all, he was drawn to the size difference between us. It was obvious how timid and demure he felt around me, being so dwarfed, but because of his personality, these were not negative feelings. Rather than sentiments to be repressed or fought, he plainly, openly embraced his submission and his smallness around me. When I compared my hands to his, or wrapped my fingers around his little wrists, marveling at how small and delicate they were, he didn’t flinch or try to pull away. No – he looked straight up at me with those eyes of his, eyes alive and expressive with shy humor that said “take me.”And I did take him. That night, after inviting him back to my dorm room, I kissed him, long and deep, and that was the beginning. Our relationship blossomed from then on, and it’s been going strong now for over two years. Sammy graduated a few months after we started dating, but he didn’t move off like the rest of the graduates, who dispersed into the world to their various careers. No – Sammy stayed right here, with me. I started renting a house on campus, and he moved in with me, becoming my own little 5’2 “house husband.” While I spend the day in class, or working one of my internships, Sammy goes on long walks, and stops by the lake to feed the ducks. What a precious boy. And when he’s not doing that, he stays home to cook and clean. He makes the most divine pasta dishes, I swear…but he also makes an incredible beef burgundy and a delectable ratatouille. He doesn’t have a “real job” – he doesn’t need to. Once I graduate here in a couple months, I’ve already got my “big girl” job lined up: data analytics at one of the biggest tech firms, and it starts out at six figures! I’m so excited to dive into that fast-paced, high-octane work life that I’ve always wanted.But the real reason why I’m happy now isn’t the job that’s waiting for me. It’s Sammy. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am every day to come home to him. I tell him about my day, he tells me about his, we have one of his delicious dinners, and then we spend hours snuggling on the couch, watching a movie or one of our favorite shows. Inevitably, the snuggling turns more intense, and I almost always end up with his cock in my mouth. Sometimes I suck on him for an hour…through two or three orgasms…or even longer. We have a good amount of sex, too, but I typically go easy on him, since he’s just so delicate. I get just as much pleasure from sucking him off as I do from feeling him inside me as I ride. Of course, it was never really going to be a question of which one of us was “topping.” I mean, just look at us. It’s not really “life play” or anything like that. It’s just…well, I’m the dominant one, and he’s submissive. I make the financial decisions; I pay the bills; I instigate the sex. And yes, I have my little pet names for him, and I love to just caress him and play with his hair out of the blue, for no reason. But outside of that, we’re pretty much just like any other healthy couple: we’re best friends.We know that we’re an “unconventional” couple, and we’re so used to all the stares and the whispers and remarks and all the rest of it. It doesn’t bother us in the least. We think it’s hilarious. Nothing can come between us – nothing. If anything, it just turns us both on more, to be seen out in the world together. I wear 3 or 4-inch platforms all the time, just to accentuate the difference. Sammy can’t get enough of it; he loves feeling small around me. I actually just put in an order for gladiator platforms the other day…7 inches! I can’t wait to loom over him even more.Before, I never could have imagined I would end up with such a little sub, but now I can’t imagine my life without him…my lifesaver. My sweet little Sammy.