6 comments/ 37561 views/ 1 favorites The Lamp Ch. 03-04 By: carvohi Chapter Three: While Tammy was heading upstairs to lay out her clothes, Mike started thinking. Hell I hate my job. I hate this house. I hate my relatives, especially my calculating brother. I hate this city, it's bad weather, high crime, and it's lousy baseball team. Shit this city doesn't even have an NBA team. Cleveland, now there's a shit hole, but they even have an NBA team. Mike thought further. I got that great job offer a few weeks out on the West Coast. I could've done that. Fun in the sun! Yes, that's for me! Why didn't we? Oh, right Tammy wanted to stay close to mom and dad. Well I say fuck mom and dad. First thing tomorrow I'm calling about that job. If the opportunity is still there we're taking it. Tammy will just have to get used to a change of scenery. Hell, out there I can do a whole lot of things I can't do here. Things are going to change. Oh, boy, are they going to change! Mike started upstairs to look over what Tammy's wardrobe looked like. She didn't know it yet, but her clothing, everything about her, him, and their relationship was about to change. Mike walked into the bedroom. "OK, Tammy let's see what you've got." Mike looked around and with one swing of his right arm decided. "Everything's got to go. Tomorrow Tammy you stay naked, all day. Take all your clothes, everything, every blouse, dress, skirt, hat, pair of socks, set of slacks, under pants, bra, everything, put it all in big black trash bags. When I get home I'm taking everything to the community Goodwill store. You will stay in the house. You will not be able to talk. You will not be able to answer the phone. I forbid you to use the computer to send e-mails. Put you cell-phone away, no texting or anything like that for you tomorrow. Also I want you to throw all your crappy make up away. Take a nice long hot bath. Mix it up with a shower. Clean yourself from top to bottom. I want that big hairy bush you've got between your legs to be stripped clean when I get home. I want your twat to be nothing but skin. Not a single hair! Not one frond! If I see one tiny morsel of hair on your puss, I'll take the clippers and razor and I will shave your head clean as a whistle. Do I make myself clear Tammy dear?" Tammy sat on the edge of the bed. Since she couldn't talk she couldn't answer. Since he told her not to walk, only to crawl she was afraid to get up. Bewildered, she simply nodded her head. Mike felt satisfied. In fact he was feeling pretty good. Hell, he was feeling damn good. For the first time since they'd got married he was feeling like a man. He was feeling like he could go for another shot of Tammy's mouth. He told her so. "Now Tammy dear, I'm going to lie down on this bed. This is my bed. I'm sleeping on the bed tonight. You're going to sleep on floor beside me. Right now, as I lay back down, I want to give you another chance to talk. That means you're going to get to drink another mouth full of my man juice. Now don't try to duck it this time. Drink it all in. For you it's going to become the great elixir of life." Mike pulled off his pants, underpants and shirt. He lay down of the bed. Head propped up the pillows, his pillows now, and pointed down at his penis. "There you go Tammy. This rod's for you." This time Tammy didn't need a second invitation. She realized she needed that sticky goo if she wanted to talk, and in spite of the way things were starting to look, she still had a lot to say. Tammy climbed up on the bed, and crawled over toward Mike's pecker. She thought. It's going to be harder this time. He never shoots twice in the same night. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the bed and her head just over his penis she started to lick. She wanted to get him off this time She used every trick she could think of. She licked up and down. She took her tongue and circled the head. She kissed it. She took it in her mouth and sucked just the end. She even leaned down and gave his scrotum some soft licks. She wondered if this is what they meant when they talked about tea bagging. Tammy put him in her mouth and started to push herself down as far as she could. She took it so deep she started to gag. Mike lay on the bed and relaxed. He was surprised at how good at this Tammy really was. He wondered of she'd been giving head to anybody else. He doubted it. No one would want her mouth on their dicks. He did though. She was doing a great job. Mike took his hand and started to rub the side of her face. He rubbed her neck, under her chin. He took both hands now and started pulling her head forward and back. Tammy needed no encouragement. If this is what Mike wanted, then this is what the bastard was going to get. She could tell he was getting ready to blow again. She sucked harder. He pulled and pushed harder. Then, Ka Boom! He exploded in her mouth. She didn't back away this time. She got it all. Most of it went straight down her throat so she didn't have to taste anything. Some dribbled out a little later, but she didn't dare spit it out. She swallowed it. She swallowed every drop. Mike pulled her head up, "Open your mouth Tammy. Let me see. Did you swallow it all?" Tammy looked up and opened her mouth. Mike made a big deal of looking to make sure she'd gotten it all. He could see she'd taken it all in. He asked her, "Now Tammy please don't make me take your voice away from you again, but is there anything you want to ask me. Is there anything you'd like to say?" Tammy looked up at him. "Mike I don't know what's going on with you. But if I've said anything or done anything to make you unhappy I'm sorry. Please don't make me throw my clothes out. I like my stuff, and don't make me go naked all day tomorrow. What if somebody comes over? What could I say? Besides, what's come over you Mike?" Mike listened, and then he answered. "First you don't have to be sorry for anything. I love you. You're my wife, but there are going to be some serious changes from now on. Let's just say I've found myself. There's nothing you can do or say about it. I'm a new man, and you're going to become a new woman. You may not like it at first, but I'm sure, in the long run you'll be a happier person and better wife. About the clothes, I hate your clothes. From now on I'll decide what you'll wear, and for tomorrow you won't be wearing anything. If somebody comes to the door, just don't answer it. I'm gong to call Frank's Garage first thing in the morning and have him pick up your car. You won't need it anymore. I'll do all the driving for the both of us." Tammy jumped up. "What? You can't take my car! How dare you?" Before she said another word Mike let her have it. "Aba daba do, No more noise from you." With that Tammy found her self once again speechless. Mike looked at her. "Now get down on the floor and go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow. There's a lot I have to get done." With that he reached over turned out the light and curled up in the covers. Tammy had no choice. She crawled off the bed and slumped down on their hard threadbare bedroom rug. Mike had wanted to but a new rug, but Tammy had vetoed him. Now, as she lay on the hard rug, she wished she'd let him get one. With no pillow, no blanket, no sheet, and nothing on, Tammy knew it was going to be a long sleepless night for her. As she lay there she could already hear the even breathing of her husband. Her was already sound asleep. She thought. Why shouldn't he be. She'd given him two of the best blowjobs of his life. That was something else that bothered her. She'd gotten him off twice. The sucking and the swallowing had left her kind of hot. Thinking of that she quietly reached down and started to rub herself. It felt good. She wished now one of those blowjobs had been a sex job for her. She started rubbing harder. She reached inside with her fingers. She'd get herself off tonight. She rubbed her hairy bush. Well she thought, Tonight's the last night you'll be around for awhile. She felt herself start to moisten. It won't take her long. It never did. She closed her eyes and kept rubbing and tickling. See you in the morning Tammy. The comb taste lingered in her mouth. It actually doesn't taste too bad once you start to get used to it. Mike woke up early the next morning, and, as usual he got himself off to work. Tammy never bothered to get up when he did, and for today he didn't' see any reason why that should change. What he did do was leave a verbal message for his sleeping wife to stay indoors, stay undressed, and bag up all her clothes. With that he called Frank's Garage. They agreed to pick up her car first thing When he went outside he dropped her keys on the floor of her car. Then off he went. Once Mike reached work the first thing he did was e-mail the West Coast company that had wanted him. He knew it would be several hours before he got a response since they were in a different time zone. He proceeded at his regular job, as though it was just another day. One thing he did do a little differently was to call his conniving brother on the phone and get him out of bed. Once he got his jerk off brother on the phone he gave him a simple message. The message went like this Aba daba laid. Consider the bet's been paid. Aba daba gas. Stick a carrot up your ass. Mike wondered if the second message would be taken literally. Around ten o'clock Mike got two phone calls. Both of them were unexpected. First, the manager of the West Coast firm had made a special point of calling him to let him know the position was still open, and it was his if he wanted it. That was great news to Mike, since now he fully intended to quit his current job and never come back. The second phone message was a little alarming. His mother called. His sister had found her husband in the kitchen writhing on the floor. For some inexplicable reason Mike's brother had jammed a carrot up his rear end, and no one seemed to be able to get it out. This second message was a wake up call for Mike. He had to remember from now that when he said something or told somebody to do something using his special words that the instructions would be literally followed. Beyond that, he wasn't sorry his brother had a carrot stuck up his ass. It served him right. Mike stopped off at his supervisor's at lunch time and gave his notice. He said he was sorry he was leaving, but something had come up and it was necessary for him to leave right away. He told his supervisor he wasn't even going to clean his desk out. If anybody found anything there they wanted they could have it. The last thing he did was stop off at his secretary's desk. His secretary was named Amy. Amy was a really nice girl, much too nice for a place like this. Mike gave her a kiss on the cheek and a personal check for $500.00 He told her that was just for her to use as she wished. He also told her he would forward her his new address. If she lost her job because Mike left, then Mike wanted to be able to help her out. She thanked him for the promise of help, but declined the check. As Mike stepped away to leave, he dropped the check on the floor beside Amy's desk. He then discreetly said, "Aba daba do. This check belongs to you." He knew then that she would get the check, and perhaps enjoy the little bit of extra money. He thought it was the least he could for such a sweet girl. She had no friends and no family in this horrible city. Maybe the little bit of money would make things a little bit easier for her. Mike left work feeling like a free man. Now he had to attend to a couple of things before heading home. First he stopped off at the park where people often walked their dogs. There was one nasty old bastard whose big brown dog always tried to bite him. He spotted the man with his dog. Mike quietly walked up behind the dog and whispered, "Aba daba grittle. Now dog get real little." To Mike's surprise, and much to the surprise of the dog's owner the vicious canine shrank to the size of a small Chihuahua. Yep! Mike thought I'm glad I tested that out on an animal first. Armed with his new information Mike's next stop was a pet shop. He went in and purchased their largest birdcage. It was a nice one. He also picked up a very attractive little pink dog collar. The collar wasn't really that small, being twelve inches in circumference. He thought this ought to be just about right for my needs. He stopped off at a hardware store where he bought some small padlocks, several rolls of paper towels, an angled cutting knife, a piece of foam rubber, some under padding for a rug, a small section of thick pile carpet, and about several feet of some very nice chain.. Back in his car he took the cutting knife and cut the under padding to the size to fit the birdcage. Then he cut the rug to fit on top of the pad. Last he cut a piece of foam rubber to about half size of the birdcage. Mike checked out his handy work and thought. That ought to do just about perfectly. It was time to go home. Mike got home at his usual time. He opened the door to find his wife sitting on the sofa watching television. She was stark staring naked. He looked down the hall toward the kitchen where he saw several black trash bags. They looked to be full. He knew they were filled with all her clothes. Tammy didn't say anything. She couldn't talk anyway. She just stared at her husband and waited for him to say or do something. Mike spoke. "Have you eaten today honey?" Tammy shook her head no. Mike asked. "Are you hungry?" Tammy shook her head up and down. Mike said. "What do you say we call out for pizza?" Tammy lightened up. He asked what do you say? She tried to speak. She spoke. "I think pizza would be a good idea." Mike realized he'd made a mistake, but there was no going back right now. He'd just have to remember in the future, that when he said something like that to Tammy it could have profound consequences. Mike asked Tammy. "If I ordered a hand tossed pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni, would you like that?" Mike had deliberately selected toppings he knew Tammy liked the least. She was a mushroom and sausage girl. Tammy answered. "Yes, I think I would like a hand tossed with extra cheese and pepperoni." Mike was getting suspicious and asked. "Are you just saying that to please me, or is that what you really want?" Tammy had to make a decision. She'd been trying to talk all day, and hadn't succeeded. Whatever Mike had done was real. If she was going to retain her sanity, let alone her ability to talk she was going to have to go along to get along. Tammy answered. "Well actually I'd prefer mushrooms and sausage, but you're the boss. If you want extra cheese and pepperoni, then I want extra cheese and pepperoni." Mike admired her honesty, but still didn't trust her. He spoke those magic words, Aba daba groan. You can talk when we're alone. Aba daba sompany. You'll be silent when there's company." He thought that should work at least for now. Tammy spoke again, "Thanks Mike. I would have kept quiet if someone else showed up anyway." Mike ordered the pizza. The pizza guy came, and the two of them sat on the floor, turned on the television and started to watch the news. While they watched the news Mike told his wife how he'd left his job, and taken the other job of the West Coast. Tammy remained stone cold silent. She didn't want to move, but she doubted if she could change his mind. Mike went on. I'm going to put the house up for sale tomorrow. We're going to sell it fully furnished. I don't care about any of this shit anymore anyway. In fact tomorrow while I take your old clothes and shit to Goodwill, you can throw my old shit in trash bags too. I'll buy some new casual attire to wear while we move. Tammy looked at him and asked. "What about me? Will you buy me some casual clothing too?" Mike gave his wife an enigmatic look. "Don't worry Tammy. I've got you taken care of." Tammy didn't like the sound of that, but decided, if she were smart, to let it ride. She grabbed a second piece of pizza and honed in on the world news. Mike didn't offer any more information. There was nothing he could say that would do anything to reassure her, and he was starting to like the new Tammy. Together they ate pizza and watched the television. First the news, and then they watched an old movie. Mike was getting fidgety. He thought he'd left something out, something wasn't done yet, but he couldn't put his finger on just what it was. He looked over at his wife, pointing to his crotch he asked. "Well Tammy you starting to get hungry for that special meal I know you like?" Tammy knew what meal he was hinting at, and she didn't want it. She wanted something else. She said, "Mike isn't there something special you're supposed to check?" With that she spread her legs. Mike realized Tammy had been sitting awkwardly all evening. He remembered now. He'd told her to shave her pussy. Mike smiled. "OK Tammy let's see what you've got?" Tammy stood up and walked in front of her husband. She slowly and deliberately turned a full 360 degrees. She'd taken over an hour to get this right. It wasn't easy using a razor to get hair in places she couldn't see, but she was sure she'd gotten it all. Then she'd taken several kinds of skin cream and rubbed them in as thoroughly as she could. She hoped Mike would be pleased, not because she wanted to make him happy. She just didn't want to spend the night sleeping on the floor trying to get her own rocks off. Mike looked her over closely. He thought. 'Wow! She looks great. She looks like she's ten years old. Though he'd never told Tammy, Mike had a fetish for that sort of thing. She was clean as a whistle. She looked terrific. Mike told her. "Tammy you look great! You look absolutely beautiful." In fact as he said that he noticed she'd gone to great lengths to scrub every nook and cranny of her body. She'd washed her hair, and he could tell she'd put a clear nail polish on. His wife looked the best she'd looked since their wedding night. Mike gave her a serious look and said with grave authority. "Upstairs to bed woman. We have business to conduct." Tammy jumped up. She thought Tonight she was going to get some nookie too. Off the two of them went. When Mike woke up the next morning he reflected on the previous evening. It was the best sex he'd ever had. Tammy climbed all over him from the start. He liked that, and he reciprocated with equal abandon. She was on him, then he was on her. They must have tried every position ever invented. Her pussy was the sweetest and the most scrumptious morsel he'd ever had. She must have done something to her breasts. They were firm and pear shaped, supple, resilient, and downright suckable. He lapped and licked at them for God knew how long. He licked and sucked her labia and nibbled on her clitty until she went crazy. When he finally entered her she felt like a teenage virgin. Sweet, clean, tight, wet, and pure. It was the greatest fuck he'd ever had. Tammy woke up feeling just as excited as Mike. It had been a great evening. For once she didn't mind sucking on his prick. He'd washed up before they went to bed. It was pink, hard, and healthy. Crap, if she'd known he could perform like he did last night she'd have demanded more attention. She loved the way he took her clittie in his mouth. She went crazy when he took his tongue and rolled it up down between her labia. He nibbled and bit on her clittie till she thought she would burst. She loved it when he slowly entered her. It was no slam bam thank you maam last night. He had done his homework. She loved it. Tammy thought. I can't wait till we go back to bed again tonight. They sat down for breakfast together. Tammy thought that after last night she would be able to bring Mike back to his senses. She spoke. "You know Mike, after last night, are you sure you really want to give up your job here and move all the way to the West Coast?" The Lamp Ch. 03-04 Mike was quick to answer. "I'm sure." Tammy continued, "You know I could make every night like last night if you'd let me. But I think the best way for us is to stay here." Mike answered, "No we're going out west." Tammy responded. "Now see here Mike, I think I ought to have a say in where we live, and I don't want to leave home." Mike answered. "We're leaving later today." Tammy bristled and answered. "You think you know everything. Well you don't. You think a little aba daba and you're in control. Well I have news for you. I'm not leaving, and you're not leaving either." Mike looked over at Tammy. "Tammy, Don't get cute. One good night in the sack doesn't give you the right to make the decisions." Before Mike could finish his sentence Tammy interrupted. "Mike you're a hopeless twerp. I'rn running things around here and." Before Tammy could say another word Mike shut her down. "Aba daba long. Your voice once again is gone." Tammy tried to keep talking but nothing came out. He'd done it to her again. She tried making cute eyes at him, but he just smiled. Mike said. "Tammy I thought there was a slight chance you would have learned something. Too bad. It's going to take you a lot longer, and you're going to have to go through a lot more before you figure things out. Now sit still and I mean still. I've got something I want you to have." With that he got up from the table and went out to his car. Mike was talking to himself. I guess Tammy is just going to have to learn the hard way. A damn shame. She seemed to be almost there last night. Well, I guess some people just need a little extra incentive. Mike went to the trunk of his car. He got out the birdcage, two padlocks, and the collar. It's going to be a long trip out west for Tammy. Mike went back inside. Tammy was still where he'd left her. He looked over at her and spoke. "Tammy you've had a sporting chance, and you blew it. I'm going to be honest with you. You can try to run away right now. You won't get very far, but I'll give you another sporting chance. In fact, to show you I'm someone who believes in fair play. I'm going to let you talk." Tammy thought she'd try reasoning again. "Look Mike I don't want to run. I just want us to be happy. I just want us to be happy here like we were before the other night." Mike answered. "Neither of us was happy before. Now I think we have a real chance at happiness, but I'm going to have to be in charge. I'll make all the decisions, and you'll be the one who listens and submits." Tammy spoke. "Submit. Submit! Me submit. You've got another thing coming." She started to get up. Mike jumped up and grabbed her arm. He pulled her to the floor. He said. "Kneel down and don't move." Tammy didn't know if it was something she had to do because of his little word game, or something she had to do because he was bigger, stronger, and right now towering over her. She kneeled like she was told. Mike took the pink collar out of the bag. He leaned over her and buckled the collar on. Then he took one of the padlocks and locked it through the eye of the collar. She was in her collar, and there was no way she was getting out of it. Tammy reached her hand to her throat and felt the leather collar around her neck. She felt the padlock that was holding it in place. She shouted at him. "How dare you. Take this thing off me at once!" Mike looked down and smiled. "No Tammy, you've earned that collar. It stays on until I get a better one, a metal one made. The next collar I put around your dainty little neck will be engraved, and it might just go on permanently." Tammy started to get up, but Mike stopped her with one phrase. "Aba daba call, this girl is six inches tall." Much to Tammy's surprise, but not to Mike's, Tammy started to shrink. She stood there in dumb struck disbelief as she got smaller and smaller. Then it stopped. She looked around. The table where she'd been sitting was way too tall. She couldn't even see the top. The chair she had recently sat on was above her head. She looked at Mike. He looked like a giant. She shouted, "What have you done you me? Put me back right away. Put me back to the way I was this instant. I won't stand for this." Mike looked down at her and chuckled. "Yes you will. You'll stand for it, sit for it, lie down for it, sleep for it, and you will learn to like it. Now before you try to get away." Mike reached down and grabbed her bodily. He noted she was still quite soft even as little as she was. Being very careful not to hurt her, he walked over to the birdcage he'd kept out of sight. Tammy shrieked when she saw it. "No you're not putting me in there." Before she knew it Mike had her in the birdcage. He took out the second padlock, closed the birdcage door, and locked it shut. Mike looked in at her. "Well Tammy you couldn't or wouldn't be reasonable. Now you're my little bird. Together we're starting out for the West Coast. I'll drive if you don't mind. You can ride along on the floor of the passenger's seat. I'd let you sit on the passenger's seat, but it might get bumpy, and I don't want anything to cause you to get a bruise on your delicate skin. Tammy grabbed the cage door and started to shake it. She shook it as hard as she could. She rattled the door with great ferocity. It wouldn't budge. "You bastard, You son of a bitch. You can't get away with this. Someone will see me. I'll call for help. I yell all the way to the West Coast. I'll get even with you for this buster. You can't keep me locked in this little cage. I'm no canary!" Mike laughed. "Tammy you are as small as a bird. You're just my little bird. Yes! You are my little canary. I might add my little naked canary, and I expect you to ride all the way west in your new little house." He laughed. "Are you comfy? I made you a special little bed out of foam rubber. You have your own little wall to wall rug on your cage floor. Who knows? I might just let you live there from now on. You look so cute in there. You better be good. You've got a long ride ahead of you. If you aren't real nice to me, I might just leave you in there forever. Tammy started to cry. "I'll be good. Please let me out. Don't leave me in this horrible shitty little cage. Mike I can't stay in here this way." She shook the cage door again. The cage rattled, but didn't budge. Mike said. "Well we'll see. It is a long drive, and I might need some sexual relief from time to time. It might be fun having a little twelve inch woman climbing up and down my meat pole." He picked up his wife in her little cage and started for the car. On his way down the drive he picked up another little paper bag. He said to himself. We can't forget our little lamp, now can we. It would be a long drive. The car had just been tuned up. It had a full tank of gas, and he was ready to get off. Mike sat Tammy in her cage down on the floor of the passenger's seat like he promised. He started the engine and off they went. He started singing . "West Coast Baby here I come..." * Chapter Four: Mike and Tammy drove along for about nine hours before stopping to get gas. Tammy had started complaining about having to go to the bathroom. Mike had already planned for that. While he was gassing up the car, he reached on to the back seat and got one of the rolls of toilet paper. Taking a single piece he folded it into several layers and slid it between two of the little bars of the cage. "Here you go Tammy. Pee on the paper, and tear off a piece to wipe. If you have to poop, follow the same procedure. Once you're finished throw the dirty pieces out on the floor of the car. I'll throw them out from there." Tammy was infuriated. She was trying to find a way to get Mike to let her out the cage. He seemed to have thought of everything. Tammy was feeling ridiculous. She was a grown woman, in a tiny birdcage, with absolutely nothing on, and using torn pieces from one sheet of a paper towel, a paper towel that under normal circumstances would be something she would hold in her hand. Now it was bigger then she was. The cage, also a smallish object was bigger than she was. Everything was bigger than she was, and he made her wear this foolish looking animal collar padlocked onto her neck. Jesus, she thought. If she ever got out of this, she'd make him pay. Brother would she make him pay. Cripes, she thought. If she ever got out. No! She meant when. She meant when. She would get out. She would. She would, she kept telling herself. He won't be able to keep me like this forever, he wouldn't, he couldn't do that to her. After gassing up they drove on for another seven hours. Mike thought. "He'd been driving fifteen hours. He was tired and hungry. He guessed it was time to stop, get a bite to eat, and find a place to sleep until the morning. As he drove along he spotted a Motel Six with a Burger King next door. Taking the cover for the cage, he covered Tammy up. He went into the motel and arranged for a room. Then he crossed to the Burger King and got two small fries, two cheeseburgers, and two small cokes. He knew Tammy was probably hungry too, and he wanted to be as nice to her as he could allow. He took the food into the motel room, and went back to the car. At the car he opened the passenger door, pulled out the birdcage, still covered of course, closed, re-locked the car, and went back to the motel room. Once inside he lifted the cover off the cage. Tammy was sitting on her rug waiting for him. Mike unlocked the padlock holding the cage door closed, opened the door, and told Tammy to climb out. As she climbed out he warned her. "Since it's just the two of us together you'll be allowed to talk. Don' think you can get away with anything. I've got my eye on you." He went, "Aba daba go, to your normal size you may grow." He watched as Tammy returned to her full womanly size. But before she could make a move he grabbed her by her collar, took the length of chain he'd bought the previous day and after first unlocking and then re-locking the collar's padlock he had the chain hooked to her collar. He took the other end of the chain and hooked it with the remaining padlock to the foot of the queen sized bed." Tammy was now her full size again, but safely secured by seven feet of chain from her collar to the bed. She wasn't going anywhere, but she would be available if he wanted to have a little fun later. Tammy looked at him. "Please Mike, don't you think this has gone far enough?" Mike answered. "No Tammy it hasn't. In fact things are going to go a lot farther before I'm finished." Tammy replied. "Mike I'm sorry. Truly I am. I don't want to be locked up in a birdcage all the way across the continent. I don't want this stupid collar locked on my neck all the time. I don't want to be naked day and night. If I promised, wouldn't you get me some clothes, take this ridiculous collar off, and let me ride on the seat beside you like a normal human being?" Mike answered. "Tammy I trust you just as far as I can throw you. If I let you off the hook now, you'd turn my life into a living hell. No dear, you're my little bird. You'll stay my little bird until we get to the West Coast, and if you aren't well behaved, when we get out west I'll buy you a doll's house, and make you live in that for the rest of your life. So don't ask or beg me for anything else." Tammy kept quiet. God, Mike's really changed. When he say's he'd put me away in a doll's house I half think he's telling the truth. Worse, I think he's talking himself into doing it. He's been thinking. Then Tammy spoke. "OK, Mike. Geez, I see you bought some burgers. I'm really hungry. Did you get me anything?" Mike was glad Tammy changed the subject, "Sure did Tweetie. Here." Mike opened the sack and pulled out a bag of fries and a burger. He handed her one of the cokes and a straw to go with it. He took the other contents for himself. Together they silently sat and munched on the chow. Tammy sat silently thinking. "Mike's got his own plans. I'm not sure if they include me. I know he loves me, but I think he thinks he can put me aside once we get to where we're going. What I have to do is try to make sure he still loves me. I've got to be on my best behavior. On my best behavior all the time." Tammy finished her meal and looked over at Mike. "I love you Mike." Mike looked back at her. "And I love you too. Now let's go to bed. No sex tonight. I'm too tired, and I want to log a lot of miles tomorrow. I'll sleep up here. You stay down there on the floor. Or if you want, I can shrink you back up now, and you can sleep in your cage. I'll bet the foam rubber or the carpeting will be a lot softer and a lot more comfortable." Tammy wanted to ask if she could sleep in the bed with him, but thought better of it. "No Mike I'll just stay down here tonight." Then she said. "Mike what if I have t go to the bathroom. I don't think this chain will reach the bathroom." Mike looked at the chain, looked where the bathroom was, and looked at Tammy. He didn't trust her, not even for a minute. He said. "You're right. I guess its back in the cage for you." Tammy exclaimed. "Oh no Mike. If I have to go I'll hold it in till the morning." Mike had decided. "No, we better get you back inside. He reached around got the key to the padlock for the chain and unlocked it" Asba daba fall, back to six inches tall." Tammy felt herself growing smaller. When she reached six inches Mike pointed toward the cage. "Back inside dear." This time Mike didn't have to grab her and put her in. She wearily crawled over to the cage and went back inside. Mike took the second padlock key and relocked the birdcage. He lifted the cage and carried over and placed it in a corner of the room. He considered. She'll be out of the way here, less likely to cause a stir. Then thinking of the possibility of drafts he took the cage cover and pulled it over the cage. Tammy cried out "Please don't cover me up. I won't be able to see anything, and it'll be dark in here until you take it off. Mike? Please?" Mike told her through the cage. "No Tammy it's for your own good. I don't want you catching a chill on that drafty floor. Get used to the dark. Goodnight. Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite." Tammy heard Mike drift back over to the bed. She heard him lie down and pull up the covers. Within minutes she heard his steady breathing. Tammy thought. Here I am in a damn cage, on the floor, in the dark, laying on a shitty little piece of foam rubber, with nothing on. He's in a bed, with a pillow, covers, and the ability to get up and do anything he wants. As she squirmed around trying to get comfortable she silently whined. What did I do to deserve this?" Together they lay in the same bedroom, one in a tiny cage on the floor, and the other lying on a big comfortable queen sized bed. The next morning Mike was up, and ready at dawn. He lifted Tammy's cage off the floor and set it in the bed and took the cover off. While she sat on her carpeted floor, Mike took his time getting a nice hot shower. He cleaned thoroughly, he shaved, and brushed his teeth. He knew Tammy probably would like to do the same thing, but Mike had decided it would be at least another two nights before he'd let her enjoys any of these pleasures. They got into the car and started to drive. Mike looked down at Tammy as she sat on her carpet and asked "You hungry or thirsty?" She answered. "I'm dying of thirst, and a little something to eat would be great too." Mike had an idea, and he wanted to see it through. As they drove along the interstate he saw an exit sign that indicated a small strip mall. He pulled off, found the mall, and parked the car near the far end of the lot. Covering her cage with the night cover Mike told her he wouldn't be long. He walked up to the mall. He found another pet store and went inside. They had cages, but that wasn't what he was after. He remembered that most bird cages had amenities like little baths, swings, and watering tubs. He decided to get four more smaller dog collars, pink if he could find them, and he needed some dog choker collars, each about seven inches long. He went inside. Looking up and down he spotted all the things he needed. Taking his little set of parcels he went to the check out and bought everything. After the pet store he went for the pharmacy. Like most pharmacies it had a plethora of things one could buy. He went inside. He found a pair of pliers, and he bought some more small padlocks, a pair of scissors, a pair of electric hair cutters, some hair curlers, a bottle of depilatory cream, a tube of pink lip gloss, pink blush, a roll of bright light blue silk ribbon, a couple of inexpensive pairs of white socks, a pair of white stockings, some cheap mascara and eye liner, two colors of finger nail polish., a bottle of Johnson's Baby Powder, and a tube of skin cream. Heading down the aisle toward the check out country he espied something he thought was interesting. Along the wall he spotted several types of little bells, the kind that made that soft tinkling sound associated with Christmas. They weren't jingle bells. They the type old fashion type. He picked up two packs of them. When he neared the counter he espied some bottled water, and a package of cookies. He picked up the cookies and several bottles of water. Buying all these purchases he went back to the car. Once he reached the car he opened the passenger's side first. There wasn't anybody nearby so he wasn't worried about being discovered. He lifted the cover on Tammy's cage. She was still there sitting on her carpet floor. "Tammy I've gotten some things for you." He reached in the bag and pulled out the two little birdcage tubs. Unlocking the cage door he reached in and installed the two tubs on the far side of her cage. Then he reached in the bag and pulled out the little perch he'd bought. He looked at Tammy. "All little birds like a perch they can sit on." He installed that. Last he pulled out what was obviously a little bird swing. He told Tammy. "Just in case you get bored today I bought you a little swing. He hooked it from the top of the cage. Look Tammy, You can sit on your little swing and go back and forth. Won't that be fun?" Tammy looked at the things he was installing with disgust and dread. She thought. He's really planning on keeping me in here. Mike looked at Tammy. She wasn't looking very happy. He said "Well aren't you going to try your new perch and swing set?" Tammy looked up at her husband. "You aren't serious are you?" He answered. "I sure am, and I'm telling you, if you know what's good for you you'll give me a little show right now." Tammy had no choice. Mike was out to make her feel like a fool again. She climbed up on the perch. It was really only a short wooden cylinder, and it was very uncomfortable. She spoke. "Well is this what you wanted?" Mike smiled. "Yes, now try the swing." Tammy gratefully got off the uncomfortable perch and climb on the swing. All it was really was a small piece of plastic attached to two thin strips of nylon. The swing was more uncomfortable than the perch. She sat there feeling like an idiot. Mike said. "Well?" `Tammy replied. "Well what?" Mike said. "Well aren't you going to swing for me?" Tammy grimaced. She started to pull back on the nylon threads. Slowly, inexorably the thing started to sway back and forth. Tammy said. "OK?" Mike answered. "Show how high you can go." Tammy kept swinging back and forth. Slowly the swing ascended higher and higher. Tammy said. "Mike this swing is pretty flimsy. I'm afraid it might break or I might fall. Can I stop now?" Mike was enjoying the show. "Tammy you look great on that swing. Just imagine I have my own little girl toy, in her little cage, swinging on her own little swing. Tammy you look like a sexy little doll. I might never let you out of there." The Lamp Ch. 03-04 Tammy stopped swinging and jumped off. "Mike please don't say that. I hate it in here. I hate being this small. If you want me to, I'll be your girl toy. I'll be your sex toy. I'll do anything you want me to, but Mike, please can't you let me get big again. Mike I've got to get out of here. I'll be good. I'll be whatever you want me to be. We'll screw every night. I'll give you round the clock blow jobs. I'll cook. I'll clean. I'll go naked. I'll wear whatever clothes you buy me. I'll be your slave. I'll do anything, but don't make me stay like this, in here." Mike just smiled at her. "Tammy you're already my sex toy. You're already my slave. I like things the way they are. Why would I want to change anything?" Tammy was through. She'd had enough. "OK Mike, whatever you say." After he got to enjoy Tammy on her new toys Mike opened a bottle of water and poured some into one of the little tubs. He said. "Look Tammy. Now you've got your own little bird bath. Why you can take a drink or wash your face and hands. Isn't this nice?" Tammy watched Mike, but kept her mouth shut. He was enjoying this too much. He didn't know or care just how ridiculously stupid and helpless she felt. Last Mike opened the bag of cookies. He took one out and ate it himself. He spoke to Tammy. "Oh this is yummy. I'll bet you'd like some cookies too." He took a cookie and crumbled it up. Taking a small portion of the crumbled cookie he dropped the crumbs through the cage bars into the second tub. He looked down at his disbelieving wife. "There you go Tammy. You got some cookies of your very own. Why you can nibble to you hearts content." Almost as an afterthought Mike said. "Hey, Tammy want a cookie?" Tammy winced at the comment. She answered. "I hope you're having a good time Mike." Mike answered. "I sure am!" He closed the passenger door, walked to the driver's side, got in started the car, and headed back toward the interstate. Mike and Tammy drove most of the rest of the day. Mike made one pit stop for himself, and around four o'clock he pulled into a Checker's Restaurant. He covered Tammy's cage and went inside where he ordered and ate a nice meal. Mike reasoned. Tammy had a bunch of cookie crumbs. She certainly wasn't going to starve. Together they drove on until it was close to midnight. Mike was tired, found another motel and rented a room. Since the evening was balmy he just covered Tammy's cage and left her in the car. The next morning, after another hearty shower and shave they were both on the road again. Tammy was starting to feel drained from the trip. His little games with the cookies, the water, the perch, swing, and leaving her in the birdcage in the car day and night was wearing her out. Worse, she had amassed quite a little pile of paper towel residue on the car floor beside her cage. Every time she looked over there, it reminded her of her helplessness. Tammy was beginning to lose hope of ever getting out of the little prison Mike had put her ion.