The Next Morning.

Making coffee for someone at normal height was an easy task, even if the requests could get slightly extravagant depending on someone’s tastes. At Mathew’s size, it took him all night. He meticulously brought coffee beans into a manual grinder, loading them up before grinding them down, then he took them to the machine. Putting down the filter was the easiest part, even if he had to climb the machine and pry it open. Luckily it was a more expensive sort of device. Pouring the grinds into place, Mathew closed it up and gathered a cup from near the sink. He was careful not to break it, turning all of his effort into stress for his host.

As the sun came up, the coffee began to pour.

Another nice thing, was that she kept smaller cups of creamer he could use. It was significantly more difficult to get the cup into place on the saucer. Now full, its weight was so much more. However, he managed – Even at his small size, Mathew proudly finished getting Buffy’s coffee ready right as she awoke. He stood in front of it, panting, now aroused at the thought of what she may do to him today…

“Well good morning little guy,” Buffy said, looking over him and the cup of steaming hot coffee he had prepared, “I’m so glad to see that you’ve learned to pour my coffee and have it ready for me when I wake up… I also see you’re happy to see me again.”

Mathew blushed, obviously aroused as he looked up to his owner.

She reached down, her index finger tapping and flicking at Mathew’s erection. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He wanted to curl up, step back, but he stayed right where he was, whimpering slightly like a good little pet.

“Very good,” She continued, “However…. This looks far too hot for me.”

“Oh, I’m s-” Mathew began to apologize, just as her index finger and thumb pinched around the side of his head like a vice.

“How ‘bout you figure out how to cool it down.”

She lifted him up, hovering him over the hot liquid. Mathew squirmed with pleasure, feeling the steam lift up over his legs. Mathew whimpered, the liquid beneath him felt hotter than a hot tub and likely far less enjoyable – for the average person at least. It wasn’t hot enough to burn someone, but he was still learning how she liked things. She laughed, her fingertips nearly squishing his skull as his toes danced over the surface of the liquid. The steam smelled wonderful though, the coffee itself seemed to energize him just by its presence.

“Is it scary?” She asked, “Oh no, it’s so hot, isn’t it? Oh… No… What are we gonna do? Just drop?”

Mathew squirmed, whimpering, his erection never leaving before…

Plop.

It was like being thrown into a hot tub that was set far too high. Mathew sank inside, soaked in coffee and writhed. He could feel his body react immediately, climaxing as he squirmed to accidentally stir in the glowing blue liquid. He was barely able to break the surface before Buffy had picked up the coffee and sat down with it. He saw her lips, felt the liquid slide by his body as she took a sip. She didn’t wait for it to cool off, she simply enjoyed her morning drink. The liquid Mathew accidentally added only served to make the coffee more balanced, a longer lasting, smoother caffeinated experience.

“Mmm, tastes Matty,” She cooed as she swallowed, before taking another sip, “Oh, it’s perfect now!”

She drank around half of it, just enough for Mat’s feet to finally touch the bottom of the glass before she set it aside and looked down to him with a smile.

“I suppose I’ll free you from your caffeinated, hot tub prison now.” She said, reaching in to pluck up the squirming little one.

She set him in a napkin and started to dry him off, moving her fingers around on his body to soak up any of the coffee that would be lingering. Instead of an actual shower, he got a bath in coffee – the very same coffee he made for her. As she brought him back over, wrapped in the napkin, she opened it up to look down at him.

“Look,” She said, “You even have yourself a little towel? How luxurious you live.

Mathew lay in her palm, on the napkin that was still soaking up the coffee. Wet and sore from the heat, he was still aroused, his erection very present between his legs. He watched her eyes trail down to it, his heart throbbing in his chest as she held him.

“You still happy to see me?” She said, bringing her thumb to the side of his face to gently pet him, “Good boy~ Cooling my coffee down. That’s right…”

“I’d do anything you’d like,” Mathew said.

“What’s that?” She asked, getting closer.

“I’d do anything for you!” Mathew replied again, just a little louder.

“Anything for me? Anything for your buffy? That’s right. Now that I think you’re dry, what else do you have to say this morning?”

“I hope you slept well! If... You have a second I’d like to ask-”

“Oh! I slept quite well thank you,” She replied, cutting him off as he started to ask his question, before bringing him back to her ear.

“If there’s anything else you need me to do, just ask! I’ll learn to do anything you’d like. Sorry in advance if my stature makes things difficult. Maybe some cookies together later, the ones you baked? But uh, before we get too far ahead though, it’s been a few days since I last saw someone very special to me. She-”

“You are so considerate. I love it! I would love a cookie later. Are you gonna share it with me?”

“Of course! Your cookies are no doubt the best kind.”

“It’s a shame. I should have baked you into it. I think that would have been the best kind, those are my favorite.”

“Hey, real quick!”

“Yeah?”

“You still have ingredients for more; we could make another batch~”

“Well, we’ll have to try that today,” Buffy said with a laugh.

She leaned over, setting Mathew on the table next to her cup of coffee and getting up for a moment. Flicking on the lights, she looked over the little one who stared back up at her. She sat back down, curled up to loom over her little pet with a smile.

“It’s so great to have an eager little pipsqueak to serve me,” she said, petting his hair, “And you know what? My coffee has never tasted better. Something about it definitely was different, but I for one am really energized for the day now.”

She lifted it up, taking a sip of the drink before setting it back down again next to him.

“I… May have added a secret ingredient by accident.”

“What was that? A secret ingredient? Really? Well, I look forward to learning more about you, Mat. You really do have a lot of assets that I’m looking for in a little servitor. But you know what I could really use first thing in the morning? Oh, I have such a stressful job. I need a cigarette… Go fetch me one.”

Ten Minutes Later.

Mathew knew where they were. It was just a massive task for someone as small as he was. He found her cigarettes and lighter, hauling one on either shoulder as he ran his way back over to her. She lifted him up from the ground, setting him back where he was before taking the cigarette off his shoulders. He set the lighter down. Holding the fuel down with one hand and striking the circular device with his left. Flames flickered up. Buffy leaned in, taking in a deep breath as he lit her cigarette for her. As the fire died, she emptied her lungs over him. Mathew tried to hold in his coughs, feeling the second-hand smoke course through his tiny lungs.

“Good boy, lighting my cigarette for me,” She cooed down to him.

Buffy took a few more puffs before leaning back over and blowing the smoke over Mathew’s tiny body. He quivered with pleasure, intensely aroused at the treatment. When it was time to ash, she hovered the tip of her cigarette over him, and showered him in the hot embers. They fell over his back and shoulders, flecking down onto his hair as they burnt his skin slightly. He was happy though, smiling and blushing lightly with an erection still at attention. Whenever any ash missed him, he picked it up, trying to be sure not to allow her mess to get all over.

“Good boy, catch my ashes too…” She ordered, blowing more smoke over him, “I love how eager you are to please me, you know that?”

She punctuated her sentence by ashing over the top of his head again. Mathew caught most of them, using his feet to hide and wipe up whatever missed his body. Hot ash now scaled the top of his head, having been dropped in a large pile in his hair. He took in deep, painful breaths between clenched teeth, not sure how much more his hair would take before combusting. She blew it off though, and he scampered to pick it up, making sure not a single fleck of ash stayed on her table.

“Good boy,” she said again, blowing smoke over him once more.

Buffy brought the tip of her cigarette down to his chest. Mathew prepared for her to ash on him, though it drooped down towards his erection. It was stiff, twitching as the heat radiated around it. Mathew stood still, not flinching away as she looked over him.

“Oh? What’s that? Right there? Is that your little splinter again? Well…” She said.

Her hands shifted the cigarette so the cherry was dancing right over the tip of his cock. She leaned forward, taking in a breath. The ash turned bright red and the heat became painful. Mathew looked down, seeing the bright embers flick over his cock. He could see it starting to scald now, before she blew more smoke over his body. He stood resolute though, not moving from his position.

“Oh, does that burn?” She asked as she pressed the tip into his cock. Mathew whimpered, biting down as he felt as though someone just spilled hot coals over his pelvis. He could smell his flesh burning as she held it there, tapping in and out as though she were trying to get him off, “Let’s see how much more you can take of this.”

She pulled back. Miraculously, it was still there. Sore, hard, twitching… She lit another cigarette, a new one, fresh and ready to be used on the little soul. Mathew stood still, watching her as she brought the tip down towards his tiny body.

“You are so ready for me, aren’t you? Look at that little… Bitty… Pecker.”

As she finished her sentence, Mathew felt the hot tip of her fresh cigarette press into him. He stood still, allowing it to engulf his most sensitive spot. He whimpered, taking in deep breaths as he looked up to her, then down to his cock which was completely engulfed in ash now. She held it there, rubbing it into him as Mathew could feel it being burnt away. He didn’t move back; he didn’t do anything but let her press her cigarette into his body.

“Yeah?” She said when she caught his gaze, “Oh, that’s so hot isn’t it? Well. I think it’s hot, but not in the same way.”

Mathew smiled up to her, hands clenched as he whimpered in pain and, still, a strange sense of pleasure and pride. He adored that she was enjoying herself, even at his expense. Her pleasure still far outweighed his comfort, and that’s why he existed here – to please those around him. She laughed brightly, happy to toy with the little one. She pulled her cigarette back, then brought down the lighter. Mat watched as the flame flicked on, and she brought it closer. His breaths became quicker and shallower as the heat already began to sear all of his chest up to his face. The flame itself was taller than he was, a constant, burning stream.

“You put out my cigarette,” She said, her voice light and cutesy “What are we gonna do now? We gonna…”

He stayed right there. The flames engulfed the front of his body, sizzling away his skin. He didn’t cough, didn’t step back as she held the hottest part of the flames right over what remained of his cock. Taking every little bit of the punishment she was giving. As she pulled the lighter back, her tone changed.

“Good boy,” she said, a sinister tinge to the way she said it. Mathew didn’t move as she lit her cigarette again, before blowing another cloud of smoke over him. The next time she took a puff she brought the cherry right to his cock again, pressing it in and making his skin sizzle, “Look at how singed your little, bitty splinter is… I’m amazed how well you can take all of my torment. Just… You have half a pecker left! That is hilarious to me…”

She kept blowing smoke over him, and Mathew just stood there, taking everything she threw at him with stride. He could feel his shriveled-up cock twitching, ash dancing over him as she tapped the end of her cigarette over the top of his head. Each hit was jarring, sending shocks down his spine, though he still didn’t do anything.

“Like I said. I’m impressed with you. I didn’t think you were serious when you said you were immortal. You really have proven yourself…”

Mathew stood there, weakly smiling up to her as she hovered the tip of her cigarette over him. She brought it down on the top of his scalp, holding it there for what seemed like an eternity. Mathew could hear his skull sizzling, the brain inside beginning to boil. He felt loopy, strange, but in truth – his thoughts and being were controlled by whatever passed as his spirit, not the organ housed in his skull.

“I think I’m done smoking for the day,” She cooed, slowly twisting it atop his head. When it was out, she rested her wrist on the table.

Mathew had failed at what he set out to do. There was ash all over. He wasn’t able to keep it from accumulating while taking in all the tortures she gave to him. However, he didn’t want to make himself a difficult target. Mathew was her torture toy, a little bug she could use however she pleased.

“Let’s make some more coffee…”