Behavioural Upkeep (Patreon)

Leaning over the vanity, Ivana craned her neck from left to right. Sunlight streamed through the small window in her bathroom, filtering through warm leathery brown strands of hair before catching in the bright blonde tips her stylist had touched up on Monday. The gradient wasn’t as subtle as she hoped, but the way the light glinted while gently shaking her hair out brought a smile to her face. Lifting a small pewter brush, she carefully pulled the firm teeth through the gently curling hair. 

Humming a tune, she continued her preparation. Setting the brush back on the vanity she heard a subtle puff of air in the other room. Smirking, she swept her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head in the direction of the door. Plastic on wood, leather creaking slightly…

Turning on the balls of her feet, Ivana grinned while looking down at the low black flats with their heavy wooden soles resting against the closet door. Creeping forward, she leant forward. Peering down the hall, she saw a soft shadow wash across the threshold. The arms and back of her office chair gently twisting in space, joined by an almost rail-thin reed leaning over her desk. 

Slowly moving towards her office, carefully rolling her foot from blade to arch, she watched as her desk came into view. Millie’s tongue was out, clamped between her lips as she scrunched her eyebrows together. Moving her arm, she pressed down on Ivana’s keyboard. Once, twice, then three times. Silently Ivana moved into the office.

Pride, and irritation boiling inside her. The minx had been with her long enough that Ivana wasn’t worried about escape. Indeed, as she approached, Millie had been trying to open her music. Still, rules were rules. 

The 20-inch-tall woman reacted accordingly, jumping in place. The charms on her shoes rattling against the plastic of her custom boots. She spun, leaning against the edge of the desk. Rolling back, the fabric of her sweats shifted against her lean frame. It took every ounce of self-control she had to not burst out laughing as Millie raised her arms, posing cutely in some attempt to dissuade any reprisal. 

“Millie… what have I told you about using Mommy’s computer?” She purred, folding her arms across her chest. Her skirt brushing against her thighs, Ivana shivered in excitement. Resting her hands on her knees, Ivana bent forward, reaching out and gently poking Millie’s nose. “Computers and remotes are for BIG girls.” 

Reaching out and seizing Millie under her armpits, Ivana lifted the tiny woman into the air, long lean legs dangling below the miniaturized woman. Millie swallowed hard, nibbling on her lower lip. Her eyes were bright, trembling as she squirmed and let her legs swing in space. “Now…what to do with you…”