I Keep Stepdaddy as a Doll’s House Toy

My stepdad has been shrunk for some time. It’s strange how quickly I got used to him being so small…allowances have had to be made and he spends most of his time living in a doll’s house. Today, I’m home alone and bored and just can’t help but check in on him in his little house. I really love lurking in his new life, delighting at his tiny existence amongst doll furniture; it’s like some sort of living toy, whilst I am, of course, full-size and can enjoy my normal life. 
 I want to get entertained so I reach in and pick him up, feeling him wriggle in my palm. He’s so light, so powerless. To test what it means to have someone so completely in my control, I demand he licks every inch of his stepdaughter’s hot, dirty, sweaty, perfect feet. However, it’s like his heart just isn’t in it… he’s doing a terrible job, so I pick him up, defenceless and wiggling between my fingers… and complain about the lack of satisfaction I’m getting from him. Doesn’t he realise he’s just a toy for me now!?