I can’t read it either. Someone’s just gonna have to shrink you so you’re able to get in for a closer look.
Posts made by green
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RE: Slave
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RE: What is your earliest memory of having this fetish?
I guess in a way, I’ve always had size thoughts and never thought anything of it, just like how someone who has mild color-blindness doesn’t catch on right away and assumes that’s just the way the world looks. I really liked my parents but I always thought that the other adults in my life were needlessly overbearing and mean and strict. When I was in preschool, they made us take an afternoon nap and I was content with just lying there awake because I didn’t want to miss out on anything and didn’t feel tired. But these crazy fascist teachers would be checking each of us and scolding me for having my eyes open. That’s when I had an idea - how cool it would be to be about 50 feet tall and capable of grabbing each of these people and putting them in my pocket. The only things I would gain out of it would be the freedom to do what I wanted and some goddamn peace and quiet during nap time without any stern and matronly old windbags pointing down at me and shaming me for being awake. It was later on that I gradually realized that applying sizey imaginary solutions to every obstacle and annoyance in my life was uncommon and probably borderline maladaptive, so I put it to rest and tried not to think about it too much only for it to come back into the fold like a wrecking ball once puberty unfolded just like everyone else here.
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RE: First Among Tinies
@olo said in First Among Tinies:
@nyx It’ll be fun to see that pecking order get established.
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RE: First Among Tinies
Anyone who wants a harem to manage is up the goddamn river. That’s gonna be so much work. Just one little bitch is enough to occupy all my attention and patience.
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RE: Roommates try something new (SW, M/f, NSFW)
That goddamn toque is never gonna smell right again.
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RE: The Perfect Girlfriend Doll
@smolchlo No, what you’re supposed to do is have the vader mask taped to the tip of his cock and then you cackle and grimace and do your best Palpatine impression. Then when he gets an erection, with a gutteral voice and with electricity shooting out of your fingers you command “Rise, Lord Vader!”
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RE: Preferred method of punishment for tinies
Would exceed the character limit for a post on this forum if I were to elaborate every method of punishment for tinies that I enjoy the idea of doling out. I’ll just speak on the utility of unpredictability. Just being an utter bastard and never attaining any consistency with how misbehaviors (whether real or drummed up) are dealt with. Every now and then just letting something slide - substituting a spanking with a rubber band with a soft and sensual massage with a warm wet hand towel. Or doing the opposite and reneging on a promise of a reward after she’s done everything I’ve asked for correctly. Even though I’ve ‘won’ in every conceivable way and can get anything I want merely by asking or taking with minimal effort, it’s just trashy in the most fun way to not be above lying and deceiving and gaslighting regardless. Blurring the lines between punishment and reward and providing constant motivation for her to keep on deep down being that same old brat who refuses to be domesticated completely and will never stop challenging my ownership of her.
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RE: Rejection fuels Non con: Opinions?
bro I just like to imagine scenarios of size mixed with nonconsent because I’m good at it and I like it. This discovery didn’t happen in a vacuum or was something I knew about myself right away - I found this out by trying it out. This could only could happen with the love, encouragement, patience, and curiosity of those around me. Dwelling on bad feelings like rejection and loss just bums me out and makes me not care about creating anything.
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RE: Tea Time
@sloppy_amy said in Tea Time:
Haha how long do you let her steep?
It’s subjective, sort of like cooking pasta.
so until she sticks to the wall when you toss her?
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RE: Big Friday (M/f)
Owen was no stranger to wet dreams. The ones he was used to were always so busy, noisy, and overly complicated. One of his most notable ones was a dream where he was the ringleader on a bank heist, and in order for the heist to work he had to disable the security system on the roof. Only, the security system on the roof was one of his old bosses who he had a crush on, and the only way to disable her was to deposit a load of ejaculate across her tits. This task was made all the more complicated by the fact that she was reading out the weather report with her mouth. He was just barely able to finish that time, waking up on that particular morning with a mess in his pants and the radio next to his bed blaring.
This wet dream was completely different from that.
For starters, this one wasn’t some sort of biophysical reaction to him abstaining from sex and masturbation for long periods of time, like the others. Being in the service industry, Thursdays were basically his Mondays. He’d be too tired and burnt out and busy over the weekend for much fun and relaxation, so took advantage of those last few hours alone during the previous night to for a slow, sensual and, rigorous session that had him opening up nearly a dozen tabs on his browser and later feeling that extraordinary level of shame and disgust that appears when closing that many tabs and throwing out that much tissue paper.
There was no complex plot or cameo appearances from random figures in his life or low-level celebrities. There was no sense of urgency to finish up as soon as possible for the sake of some convoluted goal. The dream was as simple as can be. It was just him, alone in his apartment, lying back and being serviced by a little bitch at his cock. He wasn’t bothered by the pile of unanswered questions. There was no indication of when this dream started. There was no logic to why this little tiny anonymous figure was suddenly devoted to servicing him like this.
Sure, fantasies of tiny women and all the things that could be done with them were not uncommon and something that Owen occasionally humored, but there wasn’t any reason why she couldn’t have just been full-sized and doing all the same things. He’d occasionally delved into what little porn existed of different-sized relationships, but it was more of a curiosity than a priority. There was no sense of immersion to it as the tinies were always handled as if they were made of glass, under the constant threat of litigation and punishment for mistreating shrunken actors and actresses. It was always an unreachable and unaffordable fantasy for many, especially for him. He had pride in the little place on earth he had managed to cultivate through his hard work, this sparse studio apartment, but knew and accepted that it would be many years of grinding or luck beyond measure that would enable him to have nice things.
It was all the more reason for him to just slow down and try to savor this as much as possible. He stopped trying to analyze the situation and just closed his eyes in an attempt to concentrate as much on the sensations as possible. Each footstep, grab, squeeze, lick, and nibble was magnified. He inadvertently explored the curves of that compressed little body as they were pushed into and rubbed up and down his hard and sensitive shaft. There was a magical unpredictability in those movements of hers as she alternated between using those hands, legs, and mouth to tickle, tease, and bring upon his impending orgasm. As much as he wanted this moment to last forever, there was no slowing down or stopping the inevitable. Despite only being a few inches tall, the pure enthusiasm with which she threw herself into this task was beyond his powers of resistance.
A peace came over Owen as he felt her wiggling and climbing her way up to the tip of his cock. The feelings that come with dreams were always transitory for him. No matter how deep or meaningful or exciting they were, all memory and meaning would eventually slip away. As he could feel that tongue of hers happily lapping up his precum and those hands secure their grip on him, that dread of it all fading away was absent. He knew he would always own this moment. No one could take it away from him. In the moment before he could feel himself erupt in an orgasmic finish, there was even the undeniable and strong feeling that he would always own her.
He didn’t need to be told that the dream was over as he finally came. A full-body orgasm, something he’d only achieved a few times before with a partner and never by himself, overtook him as he remained still and basked in the feeling. After a few seconds of feeling his cock empty and deflate, he turned his head over to the side and gazed at the time on his alarm clock. In a feat of amazing timing, it was 8:59, one minute before he was set to wake up.
He reached over his alarm clock and grabbed his phone, which he had purposefully left just on the other side of the alarm clock just before he went to bed. He had things set up to where the alarm clock would start up and turn on the morning radio, while his phone would play the standard alarm sound. The combination of both noises was tough to ignore and override in a deep sleep. As he turned on his phone screen to deactivate the alarm within it, the amount of notifications took him by surprise.There were 15 missed calls, and an uncountable number of messages that had popped up. Among them, he could see one from his current boss that read “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” and another that said “WE NEED TO TALK. DON’T IGNORE ME!”
9:00 struck, and the radio came to life.
“Today’s going to be a big Friday! We’re going to be giving $500 to one of our lucky listeners within the next hour. But first, here’s the 9 o’clock news and weather…” The radio DJ trailed on.
“What the fuck?” Owen exclaimed out loud.
It would have been appropriate for this reaction to have been elicited by having apparently slept entirely through all of Thursday, but his attention was drawn elsewhere in that moment as he dropped his phone and looked down across his body at Sadie. She wasn’t the only one who just realized that the events that had transpired so far this morning weren’t merely a dream.
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Big Friday (M/f)
Sadie was having one of the craziest and most vivid dreams of her life. She could feel and see that she was shrunken down in size to a few inches tall and naked. A quick glance around showed that she was in a vast and stretched out parody of a studio apartment. Her view was illuminated by what seemed to be the intrusive and persistent reddish morning light that knew how to devilishly sneak around blinds and window shades. She gained the impression of a place that seemed devoid of any sort of character or organization or imagination, as if it had just been moved into. The sort of place that only a stereotypically single guy could look at and feel content with. She would have spent more time dwelling on the sad state of this place and wondering how the hell she even got here, but she had an important task in front of her. She had to keep on licking and rubbing and gently nibbling this cock that rose up before her, and returned to that task with a relentless enthusiasm that was unusual for her. There was no context or precursor for this scene as far as she could recall. It was like she’d shown up to a story halfway through its telling and had no choice but to go along with it. All she could do was keep on caressing and tasting and serving.
Sadie was never one to have any sort of fetish dreams. Such things would have been nice to have, but like most people her dreams were uncooperative and quickly forgotten upon waking up. She made a mental note to scold herself upon waking up for having the audacity to have a fetish dream that wasn’t even her own goddamn fucking fetish. The technology to shrink a person down was old school and tacky. Invented a generation before her time, it promised a world of innovation and excitement but for a variety of reasons it never found any sort of widespread adoption. Ideas that it could be used as a way of literally reducing the carbon footprint of vast segments of humanity by creating micro societies proved to be problematic and off-putting. Even for the very niche market that liked the idea of shrinking, it was a very clunky and heavily regulated enterprise that involved physically going down to one of the few storefront shops that still remained in business and filling out a million forms and waivers and paying an amount of money equivalent to several flights abroad. The penalties for misuse were severe and actively enforced enough to dissuade anyone from using it beyond the most diehard of shrinking enthusiasts and most desperate of garbage-tier influencers looking for easy content.
For something that she never entertained or gave much thought to, being small and in the service of a dick bigger than her wasn’t that bad. The scent and taste, as strong as it was, only seemed to intoxicate and excite her. The warmth it radiated into her body was equaled in intensity by the surprising coldness that nipped at her backside. As if warming up around a bonfire in the middle of a winter night, she rotated around and rubbed her back into the cock in an up and down motion. The sensation of that warm, strong, textured, hard, and huge cock against her back was sublime. For a moment she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation. Even with all visual context removed, she could still sense the tip of it looming above her, and beyond that a whole gigantic world that dwarfed her little tiny body. This feeling of all-encompassing smallness, despite being something in waking life that weirded her out and scared her, was in this moment comforting and nice. She opened up her eyes again and looked across the body belonging to the cock she kept on rubbing up against and playing with. Across a torso that rose and fell with soft breaths, she saw a sleeping face that belonged to a man she had no recognition or memory of. For a creation of her dreaming mind, it seemed strange that it didn’t even resemble a combination of people she vaguely knew.
She spun back around in an attempt to put these thoughts out of her mind and devote herself to the task at hand. Her short little legs sprang into action and she pounced upwards. With strength she scarcely took full advantage of in her basic boring office drone life, she wrapped her arms and legs around the shaft and brought her face up to the same level as the tip. It glistened and throbbed and seemed to issue an invitation to her face which was gladly accepted. More than just simply licking and serving it, she was letting it mark her as its own territory as she rubbed her face across it. Encouraged by limbs of hers that continually squeezed and fondled that pulsating and vibrating shaft, she could feel the imminent explosion about to occur along with the peculiar sensation that this was the end of the story and the end of the dream.
As the hot cum shot itself out of the tip of her temporary companion, she let herself fall down onto a soft bed of pubic hair and skin. For a time, as the eruption continued and subsided along with the height of the cock, she laid there looking upwards and panting heavily. A hundred thousand thoughts, no longer blocked from entry, surged through her mind. Chief among them, the blaring headline and stunningly obvious realization that this was in no way a dream and she had been awake this entire time.
Her world suddenly began to shift and rise. She wasn’t the only one awake.
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RE: A Little Roleplay (COMPLETE)
Safaa’s entire world imploded. Waves of pleasure outgrew and crashed down on her. This was no time for discretion or holding back. With her back arched, she spasmed and cried out in pure ecstasy. Her orgasm was fueled and prolonged by the knowledge that it had all been on command. This first time would have been her greatest chance of breaking free and resisting his words and touch. With equal amounts resignation and excitement, she knew that any future attempts at undoing this spell would only be even more futile and weak. With a single hit, she was already hooked on the drug that was Kingston. She had no honest idea of how long she laid there riding each titillating swell and surge. With thoughts of her new permanent status still marinating in her mind, she finally opened her eyes and looked up at her owner and Master.
He simply met her with a smile and began to speak, as if he was waiting for this particular cue to do so.
“I don’t even have to say it - but I’m going to say it anyways - I’m always going to own your little ass and I can do that to you any damn time I want.”
There was no more quipping from Safaa. No denial or retort. All she could do was moan and nod her head as she slowly felt herself pull away from that stream of utter delight.
“End scene.” He said as he loudly snapped his fingers.
In an instant she yelled out, even as she still shook and was on the verge of hyperventilating.
“HOLY…FUCK!..I GOD…-” was all she could manage before he brought his hand down towards her in a gesture for her to slow down.
“Just breathe. Focus on nothing else for the time being. Just breathe.” He instructed, and not just to her. A jolt of adrenaline and excitement ran through him as he watched the entire spectacle beneath him unfold. For the first time that night, he let his shoulders completely relax and slump down, and matched the pace of his little pet’s panting. No matter how many times he did it, witnessing his trained little slut coming on command like that would never get old. As her breathing slowed down to a more reasonable and talkable level he let himself roll to the side. A slow and deliberate move that he had practiced in order to ensure she wasn’t smushed into the bed, or jostled about too much. He lied down on his side and continued to admire her resting form.
“So how was that?” He curiously inquired.
She looked back at him with wide open eyes. “Like I said. Hoooly fuck! Amazing!”
“Is that it?” He said, amused with the response.
“Fuck. It’s a lot for me to unpack. I don’t know what else to say right now. Gimme a moment.” She replied as she looked back up at the ceiling.
“Let’s do an easier question. Did you want to get something to drink, or should we get cleaned up first?”
“Holy shit, I thought you’d never ask. Drink. Drink drink drink!” she said as she used her arms to sit herself up. There was a slight wince as the tightness and soreness of her body started to become apparent.
He reached over and grabbed the vial. It was no source of magical unshrinking serum. It merely contained a small amount of flavored water that he himself had poured in a few minutes prior to the start of their scene.
“I do apologize. They were out of that green watermelon stuff you like down at the restaurant, so I hope you don’t mind fruit punch. I saw just a little hint of disappointment on your face when I first showed it to you.” He said as he unscrewed the lid.
“Not your fault.” she comforted him, as she looked up and licked her lips.
“I could cool it down for you, if you…,” He said, as he was interrupted by a head shake of no from his pet.
“Alright, you’re the boss.” He teased as he lowered it down and placed it between her legs. She eagerly grabbed it and tilted it forward into her mouth.
“Whoa, nice and slow.” He chided her.
She just rolled her eyes and drank, caring little about the spilled drops that hit her face and trickled down her body. After chugging a few immodest and healthy gulps, she pushed back the vial for him to grab and seal up again for later. As he sealed up the lid and gave the vial another little toss, he instructed her. “Okay. Good. You’re a little pancake now. Nice and flat.”
She obediently let herself lie back down. She was a good little pancake, as he shuffled and stood himself up off of the bed. Each movement and rocking of the bed was all the more bearable as she remained flat against the surface.
“Alright. Spatula time.” He dictated from above as he stood at the side of the bed over her. He brought his hand down, palm up in the air, next to her. As he started to apply downward pressure and dig into the soft mattress, he slid towards her. Much like how a spatula would actually pick up a pancake, he scooped her up into his palm. He took one look down at the floor, and with a cautious and deliberate pace he began to walk towards the bathroom. The beam of light across the floor reminded him of the fact that he had neglected to turn off the lightswitch after taking his shower, he gave himself a disappointed head shake as he walked through the doorway.
Showing concern at this shake, his little palm pancake spoke up with “Was I good? Did I do a good job?”
“Yes. You did fucking incredible!” He reassured her.
“What was that head shake just now about, then?”
“I forgot to turn off the goddamn light in here when I was singing.”
“Hah! You fucking dork!” She said, with a hint of relief in her voice.
As she teased, he used his free hand to subtly turn on the knob of the bathroom faucet. He just needed a slow, easy flow of warm water to come out of it. This part was always trial and error. It must have been some plumbing union rule that every hotel bathroom had to have its own unique water pressure and range of temperatures. As he continued fiddling and testing the water temperature, he resumed the conversation.
“Was the special agent angle alright?”
“I didn’t mind it. It could use some work, and I think you applied the knee jerk awkward creepiness a little too early, but I still thought it was fun to work with.” She honestly answered. She continued “By the way, how the fuck do you know the national anthem of Costa Rica? Was that actually their national anthem? You told me you’ve never traveled out of the country before.”
He briefly winced at the touch of water that was too hot before readjusting the knob and answering “Oh, that. Yeah, it really is the anthem! When I was 10, we were going to go for a little trip down there. Mom and Dad had it planned out a year in advance and I was so excited. Practically memorized the wikipedia page for it. But then that whole thing happened, and no one was traveling for a while. And we just kind of forgot about it. But the anthem is still stuck in my head.”
“Aww, poor baby.” She jeered.
“I fucking love the name you used, by the way. Safaa. Safaaaa. You’re gonna have to use that one again. It just rolls off the tongue. Just like you.”
She rolled her eyes back and momentarily covered her face.
"Fuck me. What did I do to deserve an owner as cheesy and full of bad jokes as you? Also I’ll have you know I deserve all the Oscars for keeping all my shit together when you told me your name was Kingston. Fucking Kingston. Who the fuck names their child Kingston? I wasn’t sure if you were going to shrink me or try to sell me cocaine. Fuck. That’s not even a real name. That’s the capital of Jamaica.” She let out, as he found a satisfactory temperature and began moving her closer to the faucet.
“Hey, don’t be mean. You know how I feel about using my real name when we do this kind of stuff. I just went off of the first result I got from some online name generator. Tease whoever programmed that why dontcha?” He said with a feigned look of sadness on his face as he brought her under the stream of water.
“Maybe don’t use online name generators like a total hack? At least you’ll have a few more days to actually work and think of a better name while I recover. I still can’t feel my fucking toes by the way." she spoke with a little more volume as warm water washed over her chest.
"Oh my god! Fuck! Sorry about that! Was that when I dropped you like 2 feet onto the mattress?” He momentarily panicked as he brought her out from under the water.
“Oh no! I really liked that part. I mean, it was kinda fucked, but you know me. No. It was those damn shoes. I’m not used to wearing them any more, so they mess up my feet.” She corrected him as he used his other hand to grab a soap dispenser. He lifted it above her and squeezed out a few drops of moisturizing liquid soap, that landed on her tits in a way reminiscent of the cumshot she had just taken minutes before.
As he set the soap dispenser back down, he remarked “Sure yeah. But it’s still kinda my fault for keeping you like this all the time and hardly ever giving you the chance to wear…well, anything.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really fucking sorry.” She sarcastically retorted as he began to rub and lather up the soap on her and return her to the water. Neither of them spoke as he gently washed and massaged her tired little body. She really did miss having clothes, and was sure to brattily remind him all the time of how convenient and ideal things would be if she was allowed any. But as his gaze and his fingers moved across her naked self, she felt a sense of contentment. In being ogled and fondled as his toy and plaything, there was a fulfillment of purpose that she seldom found before all of this. Not even being flipped over for the process to resume on her backside could diminish the little high she experienced in being handled and treated like this. Just another one of his things to be cleaned and taken care of.
He turned off the faucet and moved his newly cleaned little toy above the small hand towel that he had already folded and laid out before all of this. With the fingers of his other hand, he gently slid her off of his palm and onto the soft white fibers. She let out a little squeak as she landed and quickly grabbed a corner of the towel to pull over herself as she immediately felt the absence of his warm hands. She turned to the side and looked at him. With his usual trademark brand of swagger, as if he was some movie star, he reached around her to grab a few sheets of tissue paper. Every action of his, even in something as mundane as cleaning off his cock, still managed to mesmerize her. Maybe one of these days he would eventually tell her how exactly he manages to shrink and regrow her at will, but she honestly preferred the mystery he curated and the sense of theatricality that he always strove for. There was nothing like a little roleplay now and then to keep her on her toes.
“What are you going to do?” She inquired from within her cotton cocoon.
“Finish cleaning up. Pick everything up off of the floor and bed. Then do my best to wipe up the mess on the mattress. And maybe just stay up for a while after that. I think I’ll resew the buttons back onto your shirt again.” He listed off.
“I’d love to stay up and watch you - but you tired me right the fuck out. If I fall asleep here, just carry me to bed.”
“Oh, no worries. I’m used to it. You know I have such a hard time falling asleep in hotel rooms.”
THE END
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RE: A Little Roleplay (COMPLETE)
“AAAAH! FUUCKING SHIT!” Safaa cried out in shock and pain. The relatively forgiving shape and size of the ballpoint pin did little to alleviate her distress in this moment. Her back arched up and each of her limbs jerked and thrashed outwards. Her hands each grabbed bits of blanket fiber as she braced herself against the discomfort. The sensation was all at once frightening and humiliating and exhilarating as that feeling of immobilizing fullness remained as the initial pain subsided.
Kingston leaned forward to admire his handiwork, while keeping his grip on the pin firm and as still as he could make it. The warm and minty winds of his breath moved all over her body, alerting her to this increased attention and presence. A tinge of instant fear overtook her and she tried to wiggle free, wiggling her new butt toy against her in the process. All she could do was whimper and let out little yelps. Even token attempts to get away would have made no difference, as his finger hadn’t yet moved from its position on her back. Encouraged by these little movements of Safaa, he decided to start moving the pin around.
First he went in the circular motion, gradually increasing the diameter of his movements. Safaa could only manage to squeak out a high-pitch “NO!” as there was nothing she could do to get out of being played with like this. Kingston’s suppressed laughter was felt as little blasts of more of his warm, wet breath hitting all of her. She quickly learned that his whole body shook whenever he laughed, even when the laughs were small and subdued. Each inadvertent and microscopic movement of his was transferred into her ass and intensified. Her back shuddered and arched even more, and her toes curled up towards him. The parts of speech that slowly returned to her consisted of half-spoken and fragmented curses.
Kingston could have savored the sights and sounds and feeling of his new butt slut all damn night, but his attention was pulled downwards. He was rock hard and reminded more of this as the tip of his cock brushed up against the side of the bed. He spoke down and addressed his little captive.
“I think you’re starting to enjoy this a little too much. You might actually win if I keep doing this.”
Safaa grimaced in anger and denial - and then in agony and strain as Kingston slowly started to pull on the ballpoint pin. The release and relief she craved was slow and drawn out as he methodically lifted the pin and applied a sadistic little spinning movement. In one motion, he completely pulled out the pin, released his finger from her back, and stood up. He tossed the pin away onto the floor and reached for his cock with both of his hands. While keeping his gaze down on her glistening, panting, and now unobstructed little body, he caressed his cock and began to sensually stroke himself.
Safaa needed a few seconds to compose herself after being freed from such a constricting and embarrassing bondage setup. She took heavy, long breaths. No longer under assault from Kingston’s breathing, she was still tormented by the scent of his body wash. All this play in the last minute that had nearly broken her hadn’t even been enough for him to break a sweat. The freshness of him permeated everything and was just as inescapable as the rest of him. Brought to curiosity by new and different sounds behind her, she flipped herself over and was greeted by the sight of him rubbing himself off to her and getting a head start on his fucked up game.
“AAh! You fucking disgust me! You know that?” She exclaimed. He remained undeterred and kept up his slow and methodical masturbation. The lack of any sort of meaningful reaction prompted her to speak up even louder.
“YOU’RE A SUCH A BIG FUCKING MAN, HUH? YOU’RE JUST A SICK FUCK WHO NEEDS TO HAVE GIRLS ALL TINY LIKE THIS TO GET YOUR DICK UP, DON’T YOU?”
“No, but it helps.” He replied and laughed.
She huffed and turned herself around and stood up. Unwilling to engage Kingston at this particular game, she started to run away from him across the bed.
As if anticipating such a move, he leapt up into the bed, landing on his knees. The impact immediately tripped Safaa up and knocked her forward onto her face. Kingston used one hand to balance himself as he leaned forward above her, and his other hand to keep his cock nice and hard with a gentle touch.
Safaa got up on her hands and knees and continued to defiantly crawl away. Kingston matched this movement and inched forward behind her, keeping his cock aimed in her general direction. Putting to end any notion of a cat and mouse chase, he took his hand away from his crotch to slap the area in front of her. She instantly obeyed this gesture of stop and froze up with a little scared squeak.
“I think you really want me to win. You want me to make you into a permanent little toy.”
Safaa flipped over and lashed out at Kingston one more time.
“Fuck that! Never! I’ll never give you the satisfaction!”
“If you really wanted out of this, you would have said so. There’s like a 100 different things you could have said and done to kill my boner and ruin my night. But you didn’t use any of them.”
Safaa bit her lip and pouted.
“That’s not true! This isn’t fair!” She whined.
“I’m going to have so much fun using you again and again. Each time, a little bit more of your humanity and dignity and identity will slip away.”
“NO!” Safaa cried out.
With nowhere left to crawl, nothing left for her to say, and with Kingston looming above her in every possible way, Safaa let out a whimper. There was a mournful look in her face as she looked up at him and began to touch herself. Nothing was left to the imagination as she pulled on her left nipple and used her right hand to finger her wet and excited pussy.
“Good girl.” Kingston said as he began to play with himself with more vigor.
Safaa tried her best to ignore that remark and just focus on the task at hand, but was betrayed by a little blush that ran down her face.
Kingston, with a generous head start, felt himself nearing his climax already. He slowed down his pace as if to savor and prolong the moment and began to speak again.
“To be totally honest - this whole contest is a sham. A total moot point.” Kingston said.
Safaa gave a look of confusion, but made no effort to slow down or stop her frantic fingering and pinching.
“Really, we both know it. Right from the moment our hands first touched, I already owned your little ass.” He boasted.
All Safaa managed to squeak out was “Bullshit!”
“Hell, I’ve already marked you as my territory and property once tonight. What more proof do you want? If you really believed that you’re still an independent person, free from my ownership and control, you’d have come already!”
Safaa tried her best to ignore that as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She focused every single free neuron onto every little fantasies of hers, all of her memories of former hookups and crushes, and the summation of every dirty thought that’s ever entered her mind. None of it mattered. She sat on the edge of orgasm, unable to push herself over the edge. It was the final betrayal of a body that seemed destined to remain at that pathetic little 3 inch height. A body that Kingston began to drench in his hot and sticky seed once again.
While it wasn’t as voluminous as the previous time, it still struck with precision and landed square on the tits that Safaa still pulled at and caressed. She opened her eyes to find Kingston smiling down at her in victory. Never before in her life had she been as humiliated, dominated, frustrated, scared, and defeated. The worst part yet, she still hadn’t even come yet. Even as the last drips of Kingston’s spunk dropped down on her and splashed onto her face, she hadn’t stopped rubbing and touching herself.
Kingston’s eyes were full of glee and mischief as all the possibilities in the moment ran through his mind. He could just leave her like this - dirty and spent, on the edge of an orgasm that she’s too discombobulated to navigate her way to. The little bitch almost deserved it for all the things she attempted and yelled up at him. But it just didn’t seem like good storytelling. A night like this didn’t deserve a weak and anticlimactic ending, no matter how much it may be warranted.
The next possibility was to finish her off with his tongue. She wouldn’t have stood a chance against that. It would completely dominate the senses of his newly acquired toy to have his tongue wash over her. The very same tongue that had been shaping the words that bound her to him would now have its chance to overwhelm her with its physicality. All of the warmth and the weight of it pinning her down as each taste bud moved and contoured to every curve and crevice of her body. He briefly licked his lips as he imagined the flavor of her as her little body buckled and shook in the throes of orgasm. But then he figured that he’d also be getting a good taste of his own jizz, which was less than ideal.
He didn’t entertain the other ideas of bringing back the ballpoint pin or making use of the now depleted toy that still sat alone on the bed. The choice to use his fingers was just too appealing and crystallized in his mind as soon as it popped up inside it. The very same fingers that introduced her to the shrinking nanites, that grabbed onto her for the first time, and helped facilitate most of tonight’s fun would have the honor of finishing off the current round of festivities.
He set the index and middle fingers of his right hand down on the blanket in front of Safaa as she still found herself unable to stop pleasuring herself. Slowly and teasingly he walked them over to her. She silently submitted and moved her hands out of their way and waited there, with her legs spread apart, for him to take full ownership of her.
“I know you’re still a huge fucking brat who still wants to fight and challenge. So I’m giving you a choice.”
As he let his right index finger start to play with her overstimulated and soaking wet pussy, he held his left hand above her.
“I’m going to snap my fingers and that’s going to be your signal to cum your brains out and show that I really do own you and own your pussy. But at the same time, I give you full permission to try and resist. Disobey and show me that I’ve made a big mistake and couldn’t possibly own and conquer you.”
The combination of all these words and all the experiences of the past few hours should have been too much for poor little Safaa. Kingston’s fingertip, with its playful wiggles, warm touch, and textured surface brought levels of sublime pleasure and stimulation that she never would have thought possible. If his two contradictory orders had intended to confuse Safaa, then he had already failed. Safaa looked up at him, and for the second time that night, she smiled at him.
Finally, Kingston snapped his fingers.