Hey you.

I have this fantasy where we’re in a loving relationship but you’re like five or ten times bigger than I. I’ve always prided myself on my strength and athleticism, but here in the shadow of your big body, your colossal frame, I’m nothing but a fragile plaything, a toy for your amusement. Picture this: I’m your partner but you treat me like I’m your cat or ferret. Which I kind of am. Not only in terms of size, but also temperament and demeanour. I love when you cuddle me. The rough texture of your fingers scratching my scalp. How you roll my head gently between your thumb and forefinger as if it was just a tiny, insignificant pea. Sometimes when you go to bed I’m already there, sleeping. When you approach the mattress feeling for where I am so you won’t roll over me, that’s where I bite you. You cry out with a loud, ringing ouch, followed by a stern NO, to make it clear that biting is disrespectful and unacceptable. You look at me with an indulgent gaze, like you’re thinking he probably needs to get some energy out before bedtime. You toss me a ball and fetch a fishpole toy. But after a few casts I start reaching for you instead of ‘the hook’ at the end of the line. I act big and threatening. Size doesn't matter, small can still be scary. You’re annoyed with me now and I can tell that playtime is over. You lift me up and hold me at arms length, like I owe you money. Factory reset, as you like to call it. I feel very small and insignificant when you handle me like this, my legs and arms are dangling in the air. I know I don’t have a chance against you, because again, you’re five times my weight class. Still, my no-remorse vibe is strong, and I can’t help the mischievous smile, because I know I’ll definitely reoffend you before jail time is finished. You try to look unaffected, as if you’re thinking he’ll only enjoy it if he gets a reaction. Which is partly correct. Truth is, I don’t mind if you ignore me. I just really like being held this way. Pretending that I want you to drop me is part of the game, but my ultimate goal is that one day you’ll hold me until you fall asleep, so I’ll only squirm free when your grip loosens. I guess I feel good when I’m (consensually) put in a passive role and the chances for escape are limited. Well. Let me know if you want to play someday. I like air jail, but I’m also into hoodie jail or blanket jail.