The way you feel to me...
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“Your turn to be a toy…”
When I say that, I’m already loving the attention, the power… I’m loving her shrunken frame a few inches away from my crotch, her light tanned skin, her face with a mixed expression of fright and awe. Her size no bigger than a tiny Doll, and yet, for me she still the most beautiful and sensual woman I’ve ever seen. So I’ve had to make it mine… she had to be my plaything.
The owner of the store, a fine guy well dressed, showed me what he got on the shelf. Different sizes, hair colors, ethnicities… none of them bigger than pringles can, and some smaller than a thumb. “Dolls” he called them, beautiful shrunken women to own. When I was asked what I wanted, my mind rushed into dark places, and my mouth described you. The man smiled and pulled the box where you were tied like Xmas wrap. He orders his own personal Doll, a short dark-haired woman, wearing nothing but a choker and her smile to bring a tiny box with a leash, “Please come back again”, he said with his deep voice when I left.
Now I have you literally at my grasp, and there is nothing you can do. Your voice begging makes my heart pump faster, and I can feel your body, a light, and delicate silhouette when I close my fingers around you. When I lift you closer to my face, your expression turns from nervous to fear, and I like it, when i open my mouth and lick your tiny feet making gasp and squeak like a mouse, makes me want more. My tongue crawls up between your thighs, spreading them for me, so I can get your whole bottom inside my mouth, the salty flavor of your sweat and skin, your intoxicating scent flooding my senses, making tongue grind faster, letting the velvety surface between the thick thighs.
I can feel your body twitching, the frantic kicking fades, giving place to spasmic like moves, and the screams shift to moans, as my tongue looks to dive deeper into your body. My other hand runs down to my boxers, slowly touching the huge bulge that nurses under it. Before I realize it, your body feels limp, after a drowned moan of pleasure.
“Did you just came?” I ask after pulling you out of my mouth
“I have given permission for that” words come out my mouth on their own
“You are here to please me first” I feel demanding, drunk with power, the power over you…Dropping you over my belly, I barely feel your weight, watching you from here as I slowly pull down my boxers, setting free the pulsing bulk of me, seem right out of my fantasies… one of my dark fantasies, as my hand moves on its own, lifting you above the tip, and sitting you on it, your expression is fear, is panic, is… delicious…
The sole panic made you pee over it, and your apologies are music to my ears. The lesson is learned, you will never Cum again without my permission…“I’m still going to punish you…”
Your stunned look is still beautiful, when I handpick you again and press you against the shaft, is the most delicious moment of the night. I can close my eyes, and feel your body, every curve, every twitch, every breath that comes out of you. This is what means to own you, to use you like a simple sex toy for my pleasure and entertainment, to feel your helpless body against my throbbing manhood and stroking it with you against it, only to end up climaxing over you, covering you with my oozing seed…
There are no words to summarize what does it feel to own you, what instinct you evoke in me, but ill find the words, ill learn to describe your tiny body in my hands, just like you’ll learn your place as my personal pet woman.
