Mel was sitting on her stool, naked, waiting for Mistress Dana to come back. The young woman was pondering Mistress Dana’s last words before leaving the room to get ready. She could recall them perfectly:
“I know you’re intimidated by my height. Me towering you. Don’t need to tell me, I can see it in your eyes. So, for today’s session I thought we could turn the tables. For fun. But trust me: you’re still mine.”
Confused by those words, Mel looked around, to the familiar room, finding some solace: the table, the St. Andrew’s cross, the floggers, whips and ropes hanging from the walls and ceiling… She also looked at her handcuffed hands. Mistress Dana had put her those, but also covered her hands in thick mittens. Why?
“She’s always up to something new and original with every new session,” Mel told herself. “That’s why she’s so good. Don’t be nervous. But I still wonder…”
Her thoughts were interrupted the moment she heard Mistress Dana’s heels. Mel straightened herself. The Mistress was very strict when it came to postures, and Mel had to show Mistress Dana how obedient and well trained she was.
Mel then noticed something different in those footsteps: they were distinctive, she’d recognize that sound anywhere, but they weren’t as thunderous as usual. Though she was used to the Mistress and her twists, it was so different Mel felt insecure for the first time in many years. And only when Mistress Dana was finally standing on the doorstep, Mel gasped and understood what she meant with turning the tables.
Mistress Dana, all clad in black leather, her red hair flowing… The once statuesque woman was now shorter than Mel. Way shorter. Mel could swear the Mistress was about... ten inches tall at most. Doll sized. It had to be a trick, but it looked so real... And Mistress Dana had noticed Mel’s surprise.
“Well, you’re the tall one now,” the Mistress said as she smiled and got closer.
Mel didn’t know how to react, so she simply nodded. One thing Mel learned from Mistress Dana was to be quick to answer, even if it was the simplest gesture.
“M-Mistress… Can I ask…?”
“Hush, big girl,” she interrupted. “You’ll only speak when I tell you. Or when you need to use our safe word… Anyway, I’ll indulge your curiosity: what you’re seeing is real. Yes, I can alter my very size, from the tallest of amazons to the smallest of dolls. If you’re wondering how I do it… I won’t spill my beans. Not yet.”
The Mistress put a gloved hand on Mel’s calf. That gave Mel a better understanding of Mistress Dana’s new size. A hand so small against a leg so long. It truly was a dream come true.
“And now, let’s get started, big girl,” the Mistress said, showing what her other hand was holding: a small black paddle. “On your knees.”
Mel did as Mistress Dana told her. The Mistress walked around her, keeping a slow pace to make sure Mel was paying attention, but as she was almost facing Mel’s back, Mistress Dana made a sign and her slave immediately stopped looking at her and straightened. Then, the Mistress used the miniature paddle on Mel’s left butt cheek. It was nothing like the bug sting Mel expected: she felt the electrifying pain as intense as it’d be with a regular sized paddle. Mel squirmed and Mistress Dan laughed. The same happened when the Mistress hit Mel’s right butt cheek. She knew how and where to hit, and size didn’t matter. She kept slapping the large ass as many times as she saw fit, alternating one cheek with the other, each time the paddle made contact the Mistress giggled, as Mel was forcing herself to stay put. Posture, she reminded herself. Mistress Dana loved seen her squirm and never losing that posture. In a matter of seconds, Mel’s groans slowly turned into moans. She was in the game now.
The smaller Mistress kept pleasuring her with precise strikes, and after five minutes of good slapping, she stopped, walking around her slave again until she faced Mel. She looked at Mel’s groin with interest, covered by the larger woman’s handcuffed mittens. With a smirk, the Mistress placed her paddle right below Mel’s left wrist. A subtle push was all she needed to make her point, and Mel lifted her hands, so the Mistress would have a better look at the pulsing shaft in between her legs.
Mel hid her face behind her mittens, ashamed as she was. There was a golden rule in their sessions and that was no erections. She was so dazzled at what was happening, how surreal and wonderful everything felt that she had completely forgotten to control herself. Now her penis was hard, excited as she was. Mel had the urge to jerk it off, to release its load, but a glimpse at her mittens was enough: her own dick was off-limits, the Mistress had thought of everything.
And speaking of the Mistress, Mel feared she’d be outrageous looking at that throbbing cock...
... Instead, Mistress Dana laughed with delight, slightly touching the glans with her paddle.
“A few slaps and you’re this hard. Oh, my pathetic big slave, what am I going to do with you?”
It was just a rhetorical question. Mistress Dana already knew what to do with Mel:
“Hold me in your hands. Take me to the table. Then, lie down.”
Mel did as she was told, carefully carrying the Mistress in her mittens, as if she was holding the most precious person in the world —which was true. Once she left the Mistress on the table, Mel had to be careful while lying on it, as it was hard with her hands cuffed. But she managed to lie down, Mistress Dana standing in between her bare feet. The Mistress was so small, yet she was still effortlessly dominating Mel. The very same Mistress she had known and served for long.
Looking at the Mistress like this made Mel’s cock even harder. It didn’t go unnoticed, and Mistress Dana walked straight to it. Each step made that dick throb even more, the spasms growing in intensity. It hurt as more blood kept running down there and Mel knew Mistress Dana was enjoying every single second of her suffering. It was too large to hide, even with her mittens, and besides she was risking getting in the way of the Mistress’ fun. And her own enjoyment, she had to admit.
Mistress Dana was only a couple of inches taller than the hard behemoth of a dick. She touched the tip of Mel’s penis with her paddle, and a little string of precum followed. This only made the Mistress even more amused. She used the very paddle to caress the large member, then gently tapping it. Slow, short taps, each causing a new pulse of excitement in that cock. Mel was breathing heavily now, her penis becoming the very center of her being, reduced to nothing but the Mistress’ new toy. She was being gentle with Mel’s shaft at first, as if savoring that sweet moment.
The little taps became more intense, harder, and the paddle left small red markings on the penis’ skin. Mel felt every single one and writhed, but not a single time she used their safe word. Then, the Mistress ditched the paddle and used her leather hands to caress that piece of meat, her fingers and the nails underneath those gloves following the large veins. Mistress Dana hugged that long, thick shaft, not with gentle love but with herculean strength, locking that cock in a bear hug. It only made it twitch even more, she laughed as it kept moving, as if it suddenly came to life, trying to run away. But Mel knew her penis was no longer hers, but Mistress Dana’s, and the Mistress would do with it whatever she wanted. There was no escape.
“Let’s see how you taste…” And with those words, Mistress Dana bit the pulsing, red glans. The sting was so deep the only thing Mel could think was of thunderstorm, loud, powerful and blinding. So was the pain as it reached her brain alongside the excitement of the Mistress’ mouth and teeth against her penis. Mel also felt her balls aching with excitement. But she didn’t cum, it was the last bit of control she had over her own body. She’d endure it.
After her bite, Mistress Dana gently licked and kissed the tip of the dick as she kept rubbing Mel’s shaft. The leather against that penis began to feel uncomfortable for Mel. Then, she saw the Mistress leaving her cock alone. Mistress Dana was now climbing her gigantic body until she reached Mel’s face. She showed her gloved hands to Mel and smirked.
“Take them off. Then, lube my hands.”
As soon as Mistress Dana said it, Mel carefully bit the tip of one of those gloved fingers. She slowly pulled, the right glove coming off nicely. She did the same with the left one, and watched Mistress Dana’s hands, those manicured long fingers moving in front of her… and Mel proceeded to lick them with her tongue, giving the Mistress the so needed lubricant. And as Mel was finished, Mistress Dana rubbed her hands and then her forearms, all covered in a thick film of saliva. The Mistress went back to the erect penis as she muttered “good girl”.
Mel knew that helping the Mistress like this made her shaft even harder. She felt dizzy, her dick was so hungry for blood everything felt numb now, except for that lustful cock. The Mistress was already rubbing her hands all over it, Mel could feel the slobbered palms moving in circles and let a long moan.
Then the first slap came. Mel’s cock throbbed once more, and she bit her lip. She was strong, she had endured a lot more before and wanted to see the end of this. No interruptions.
More slapping came from those saliva-drenched little hands, alternating with rubbing and even scratching. The perfect manicured nails drew tiny markings on Mel’s penis, tickling and aching at the same time.
Mistress Dana stroked Mel’s foreskin, then kept massaging her glans, her shaft, even taking her time with Mel’s balls. She slapped the giant scrotum, forcing Mel to writhe and tremble once again. The Mistress hugged the large dick again, moving up and down, first slowly but she gradually increased the pace. Her hands and forearms were lubed, but the same didn’t apply to the rest of her body. The increasing friction of leather against the sensitive skin came to a point that it was too much for Mel to handle. She reached her limit. She had to do it.
“D-Dana!”
And as she yelled their safe word, a huge stream of semen sprouted.
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“You did well, Mel. You did very well.”
Dana was no longer small, nor covered in Mel’s saliva and semen. Both women were now clean, and Dana hugged Mel with all the care a good friend could give. She kissed Mel’s forehead and smiled. Mel slowly opened her eyes and smiled back.
“Thank you, Dana,” she said.
“You deserve it. And you’ve endured it for long. But next time, don’t be ashamed if you need to call my name earlier.”
“Yes… Dana… Understood.” Mel looked at her naked, clean body, and then back to Dana’s face. “Say… this secret of yours… You said it changes your size...”
“Yes”.
“But… does it work with other people? I mean… maybe next time... I…”
Dana nodded and slightly kissed Mel’s lips.
“Oh… Sure. And you’ll like that, little girl.”