Copyright 2024
Paul sat there inside his expensive condominium before his computer, searching for a new lady he would visit once a month, the guy making lots of money, so much he could afford to indulge his Femdom fetish with a professional dominatrix once a week.
The woman he used for the last two years finally moved away, taking her business out of state, leaving Paul and her other clients to search elsewhere. Searching the internet and the mistress directories, he found this one particular lady’s website. He went to the home page and was immediately impressed. Right in front of him were pictures of a dark-haired woman in her late twenties, her mane raised up high, wearing a sexy two piece black leather outfit, and a pair of black leather thigh high boots with high heels, making her look like the perfect dominatrix.
In her hand was a whip. The background was impressive as well, looking like a very elegant place, like the interior of some old mansion of sorts.
Nodding to himself, the guy bookmarked the page and took note of the phone number. Excited and feeling all uplifted, he dialed the number. After a few rings, a sexy, yet commanding female voice answered with, “ Yes…what can I do for you?”
Paul cleared his throat and finally replied, “ Um…ah…saw your website…I would like to schedule an appointment…this coming Friday evening if that’s fine with you…I might even be a regular if things work out.’
The voice replied in a very assertive tone, making him feel small and foolish, the lady saying, “ And why shouldn’t it work out…it’s gonna work out real good.”
Her response was perfect, he was already being humiliated and put down before he even paid her anything, this lady really knowing her “job”, having a good understanding of domination and submission.
“Yes ma’am…”, said Paul, “…it’ll work out…can’t wait to see you…how much is it? Your site doesn’t say anything about that”
“You should know the rate…I’m sure you’ve been with a mistress before…right?”
“ Ah…yes…the lady I’ve been seeing is leaving the area…so I need a new dominatrix…and I assume the rate would be…what…two hundred for the first hour, a hundred for every hour after that?”
“Plus the tip.”
“ Of course…sorry…I forgot.”
“You better not forget when you get here.”
Her assertive sexy voice was already getting him turned on, he could feel his cock swell a little in his pants, causing him to respond, “ Yes ma’am…I hear and obey you.”
“Good…and you said Friday.’
“ Yes mistress…at eight O’clock.”
“ OK…be here on time.”
“ Yes ma’am.”
After she gave him her address and directions, the guy hung up.
He continued staring at her website, at her image, his heart racing with anticipation, the guy’s Femdom fetish very strong, his weekly need for “punishment” and humiliation keeping him “addicted” to the “services” of a professional dominatrix. He couldn’t wait to kiss her ass and also get whipped, his mind racing away with all the things he could do with this new lady. Eventually, he got himself back together and focused on other things, such as the stuff he needed to do at work the next day, the man working as a software engineer for a large and well paying company.
Finally, late Friday afternoon came alone and the guy was at work, getting ready for the weekend, making sure everything was set and in order before he left the building. A few minutes later, he went down to the parking lot and got into his nice Camaro, driving home, where the guy ate supper and did a couple of other basic things until it was seven fifteen.
All excited now, Paul went out to his car, got in, and drove off, headed to the lady’s place, using the instructions she gave him. When he got there, he immediately took not of the nice neighborhood, all the houses huge and well taken car off, the street flanked on both sides with mansions.
A little confused, he nevertheless pulled up to the address and parked his car on the street before the place. He looked toward the dwelling and remarked to himself, “ Man…the Femdom business must be making out OK if she can afford a house like this…she must do some extra stuff as well…the other mistress didn’t live like this.”
Despite his confusion, Paul nevertheless got out of his Camaro and ventured up to the front entrance. He rang the doorbell and was finally greeted by the lady he saw on the website, the woman wearing a long beautiful robe.
“Hello…I’m Paul.”
“Good…come in.”, said the lady with the same tone of voice he heard on the phone the other day.
Impressed with her appearance, Paul eagerly stepped inside and was overwhelmed by the huge living room. Looking around, he said, “ I like that grandfather clock over there…looks like an original from long ago.”
Nodding her head, she replied with a sinister smile, “ It is…there’s nothing fake about me…trust me.”
Her words sent chills down his spine for a moment. However, he was there to be put down and “terrified”, causing him to say nothing until she said, “ Let’s see the money.”
Paul gave her two hundred and twenty five dollars in cash, saying, “ Here it is…the tip’s there as well.”
She took the money, left, but returned a minute later, still wearing the robe.
“From your site…your name is Imelda?”
“That’s Mistress Imelda.”
“ Yes ma’am…sorry.”
Right before his eyes, the woman removed the robe and reveled her full and perfect frame, the lady dressed in the same leather outfit shown on her website, her Greco-Roman updo and her boots having the full effect that Paul craved on a woman!
She lead him over to the huge living room sofa and said, “ Take off all your clothes and then kneel before me.”
“ Yes ma’am.”
After he got naked and was down on his knees, he looked up to her sensuous frame and heard, “ I’m sure I already know what you want…you wanna kiss my boots, worship my ass…have me sit on your face, then maybe have me whip you…stuff like that…right?”
“ Yes ma’am…you know your business.”
“ I sure do…and let’s see…I bet you’re some kind of professional…drive a Camaro…you work in the Tech industry?”
“ Yes…I’m a software engineer.”
“ Nodding her head, she said, “Then you make good money…you’re not an average client…but one of the better off ones…right?”
“ I make out OK.”
Next, she moved her right boot forward and said, “ Here…kiss!”
He gently took hold of her magnificent footwear and began kissing away at it, doing it over and over until she stood up and turned around, peeling down at her leather panties and exposing her perfect ass to the guy, saying, “ Here you go…KISS MY ASS!!!”
This was his favorite part of every Femdom session he ever had. The masochistic pleasure he derived always made him kiss away for minutes and minutes, sometimes even using the whole hour kissing away at the backside of the dominatrix he was with.
KISS! KISS! KISS!
He went on and on. She turned her head back and said, “ Wow…you’re a real good ass kisser…the best I’ve ever had…keep going!”
“Yes ma’am…I hear and I obey!”
KISS! KISS! KISS!!!
The lady let him go on and on for over a half hour until she said in her commanding voice, “ Stop!”
“ Yes ma’am.”
The mysterious dominatrix turned around, pulled her black leather panties back in place, and said, “ I think I’m gonna give you something different…I’m not gonna sit on your face or whip you.”
“ What do you mean?”, asked Paul with a little confusion.
“ I’ll give you the ultimate Femdom experience you’ve ever had.”
“What is it?”
“ Here…I’ll show you.”
Before his eyes, the sexy lady strolled over to a desk at the far end of the huge living room and removed something from one of the drawers. She came back with it and stood before him.
“That looks like some kind of TV remote.”
“ It is…I dropped it one day by accident…something changed…causing it to do something.”
“What?”
“ You really wanna see?”, replied the lady with a wicked grin.
“ Yes ma’am.”
She aimed the thing down at him and then pressed the power button. Suddenly, Paul was engulfed by a glowing light.
“ I feel funny…what’s going on?”
As he knelt there, everything seemed to change, appearing to get bigger and bigger until finally the light went away and he just knelt there, looking up to her.
“What happened?”, yelled the guy up to the lady as he got to his feet.
When he stood up, he went no higher than the front of her boot!
She looked down at him and said, “ I shrank you…you’re only two inches tall now.”
As the reality sank into him, Paul suddenly realized that his heart began racing faster than it ever did, the now tiny little man experiencing a sexual rush like he never felt before. She was right, this was the ultimate Femdom experience. He lost control of himself. His mind was in a delirium, a state where fantasy and reality seemed to merge into a masochistic haze of pure pleasure.
Looking up to her, he reached for his tiny dick and jerked off as his head was arched back, staring up at the dominatrix, the guy saying, “ Ohhhh…she’s a goddess…a superior being!!!”
He flung himself back down to his knees and crawled to her boot’s toe, finally pressing his face into hit and kissing away over and over.
“ Oh great lady…great lady…I respect you…I respect you…you are my owner…yes!!!”, said the man between kisses, totally excited by his subordination.
With a dirty grin on her face, the woman said, “ Just like all the others…no difference…none at all…ha ha!”
In his state of mind, Little Paul didn’t even hear what she was saying, he just kept kissing away at her boot’s toe, debasing himself until the guy eventually stopped and stood up again, again looking up to the beautiful sexy lady who towered over him like a giant.
He reached for his cock, again playing with himself as he yelled up to the woman, “ Oh please…please…oh great lady of power…please…please can I CRAWL INTO YOU ASS…PLEASE…PLEASE…LET ME CRAWL INTO YOUR ASS…IT’S WHERE I BELONG…MY PLACE…PLEASE…PLEASE!!!”
Imelda just stood there, shifted her weight, and placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side for a moment, like an eagle or falcon as it stares down at its prey, a very wicked smile on her face, the look of total self infatuation and conceit.
A moment later, the brunette slipped off her black leather bra and her black leather panties, the woman all naked now except for the exquisite thigh high black leather stiletto boots! Indeed, she was an awesome sight to the little man, her naked frame dominating him completely, making him feel smaller than he already was.
Finally, she said, “Yes…that is where you belong…a speck of insignificance…that’s all you are.”
“Yes ma’am…yes ma’am…I am nothing compared to you…yes!”
Slowly, with a haunting grace, she lowered herself, squatting down in front of him, finally placing her open right hand down on the floor before him, saying, “Get on my hand.”
“ Yes ma’am…I hear and obey.”
Paul got on her hand and she stood up, walking with the little guy into anther nice elegant spacious room. She went up to an expensive hand carved dining table and placed him down on top of it. She turned around and slowly pushed her curvaceous backside toward the table’s edge. Turing her head back, attractive Imelda said, “ OK…time to go into your place…yes…CRAWL INTO MY ASS!!!”
More excited than anything he ever knew or felt, Paul stood there for a moment and took in what he was seeing, the tiny man overwhelmed by her butt, feeling like a complete nothing, a minuscule being with no power whatsoever.
As he stood there, he just stared up at her posterior for a few moments, jerking himself off, his breathing getting deeper and deeper, the guy saying over and over, “ HER ASS…HER ASS…HER ASS…HER ASS..YES…HER ASS…HER ASS…HER ASS…HER ASS…!!!”
Now an then, he would glance up to the side and see her grin down at him, her head still turned back. He kept at it, playing with himself and saying, “HER ASS…HER ASS…HER ASS…HER ASS…!!!”
Finally, as if a force pulled him, the tiny little man crawled right into her posterior, all the way. She pulled her frame away from the table and walked around a little, saying, “ There…now you’re nobody…a big nobody…I mean…a very little nobody…ha ha!!!”
He held on to her flesh, keeping himself inside her ass. The sexy dominatrix ventured back into the living room and simply parked her nice naked ass to the sofa, the little guy still in her butt. She reached for a magazine on the nearby end stand and like nothing, began reading, acting like it was all the same to her.
She sat there for the rest of the session’s time while tiny little Paul remained in her her ass, playing with himself, jerking himself over and over until he finally came, cumming himself. Five minutes later, Imelda put the magazine down and stood up. She reached back to her butt and pulled the little man from her nice firm, soft, and tight ass!
The lady squatted and put him down on the floor. After she stood straight again, she looked down at him and said, “ I own you now…you’re mine.”
He replied, “ Ma’am…that was amazing…I gotta figure out what caused that shrink effect when I’m back at work.”
She gave him a dirty smile and asked, “ Who said you’re ever going back to work?”
Confused, he answered with, “ But…um…when you return me to normal…like right now.”
“ Can’t be done.”
Only now did the whole thing dawn on him. He was too transfixed to think straight before he had his orgasm, letting his passions get the better of him. Suddenly, the situation he was in “hit” him with full force, the man now realizing his life was permanently changed.
“ C’mon…you can’t be serious.”, cried Paul up to the lady towering over him.
“ I’m very serious. I’ll let you know how I got wealthy…I married this rich guy…when the thing happened to my TV remote…I shrank him and then killed him. Obviously, at his tiny size, they found no body…so I inherited everything…yea…ha ha!”
“ OK…but what does that got to do with me?”
“ You don’t seem to get it…I had so much fun with him after I shrank him and before I killed him, I just had to do it again again and again. So I started this Femdom “business” only to lure guys into my place and shrink ‘em…then mess with ‘em before I kill ‘em…its just so much fun…turns me on…a sense of power…yea power!”
“ Please ma’am…please don’t hurt me.”
“ Yes…you’re all the same…begging me after I they get shrunk…first they’re turned on…then they cum…and only afterward do they realize the horror I put them in…ha ha!”
“Please…I’ll do whatever you say…please.”
“ You’re gonna do whatever I say before you die anyway.”
“Please…you don’t have to kill me!”
As a psychopathic sadist, sexy Imelda was now enjoying herself, getting “turned on” by his fear and what was now genuine humiliation and domination, giving the guy much more than he originally paid for.
Suddenly, without warning, the dominatrix raised her right foot and quickly brought it down, deliberately missing him by only an inch, terrifying the little man.
“Ha ha ha…look at you…so pathetic…tiny and naked…you’ve been stripped of everything…and soon you’ll be stripped of your life as well…ha ha ha!!!”
“ No…please!”, cried Paul as he ran off, going under the end table, trying to hide behind one of its base supports.
“ Yea…that’s it…”, said Imelda, “…try to run and hide…try to get away…they always do that…but it doesn’t help…I always win in the end.”
His tiny heart raced like mad as he stood there, trying to conceal himself. Looking forth from his line of sight, he watched the base of her black leather boots as her feet moved back and forth, the sound of her footsteps on the wooden floor echoing and sounding like thunder to his tiny ears.
Slowly, the evil bitch squatted and moved her hand under the table, the wicked lady finally seeing him as she said, “ Well…aren’t you gonna start running again? You know if I catch you…it’s over…you’re gonna be dead…ha ha ha!!!”
Again, he ran away, this time going under the sofa, where he ran to the back area against the wall, cowering in the darkness in total fear. From his vantage point, he could again see her boots. But this time she was walking away, actually leaving the room. He figured she was leaving to retrieve something she could use to get to him as he hid there under the sofa. As a result, Paul ran forth as fast as he could, out from under to couch and across the living room floor, where he finally made it over to the huge grandfather clock. He ran behind it and held still.
Sure enough, the dominatrix came back with a black equestrian stick and squatted before the couch, moving the side of her face to the floor, looking under the thing. With a sweeping motion, sexy Imelda moved the stick under the couch and began moving it back and forth, wishing to “flush” him out. After a good thirty seconds went by, she yelled, “ Where the fuck are you? Where’d you go?”
Back behind the clock, Paul noticed the underside of the thing was open. Desperate to find a hiding place, Paul went under the base and saw some screws protruding from the inside lining of the clock’s base, several screws, one after another, going up into the clock’s interior. He took hold of the lowest screw and crawled up on top of it, followed by the next and the next, the tiny little man working himself upward, going higher and higher into the thing’s interior until he eventually realized he was near the back of the pendulum. Wishing to find a hiding place where he could see everything in the living room but not be seen, Paul kept moving up and up, hoisting himself to the weight’s cable, using the tiny links as a ladder for his tiny frame, the guy going higher and higher up the trunk of the clock until he made it to the underside of the hood, the top part of the clock that held the face and dial. In the very back of the clock, he saw a small opening leading up into the hood. He swung himself over and finally held on, eventually crawling into the opening and emerging inside the upper most part of the thing.
Despite his desperate situation, Paul was momentarily fascinated by the mechanics of the device, seeing all the gears and wheels slowly moving, keeping time.
Behind the machinery was the inside of the clock’s face, the outer circular edge being transparent. He ventured over and was happy to see he had a perfect view of the whole living room, seeing the lady still kneeling there, he perfect ass aimed right at him from across the room, the woman still all naked except for the awesome boots.
He stood there and watched, thinking he would stay up in the clock for as long as it took until she left the house for some reason, then he would crawl down and out of the clock and figure out some way at escaping and getting help.
As he watched the beautiful, yet terrifying dominatrix, the lady slowly got back to her feet and said to herself, “ He must of ran somewhere else…where could he be?”
She began looking around, behind a long curtain and under a pillow on the sofa. Desperate to find him, she even looked behind some pictures hanging on the wall, obviously finding nothing. Suddenly, to his complete terror, the lady began strolling toward the huge grandfather clock. As she moved closer and closer, her face was level with the clock’s face. Quickly, little tiny Paul moved back, placing distance between himself and the transparent area, making sure she didn’t accidentally see him.
Suddenly, to his relief, Imelda went down to her hands and knees, the lady also moving her face to the back and base of the clock, thinking she might find him there. After she found nothing, the lady stood up again and did a final visual sweep of the whole living room, again not seeing what she was looking for. As a result, she left the room and went into the adjacent dining room, also looking around.
Inside the clock, Paul moved forward again and saw her now and then moving around in the other room, the lady getting desperate, even saying, “C’mon…show yourself, I’ll let you live if you come out from wherever you’re hiding…we can even have a life long relationship together…seriously…just because you’re tiny doesn’t mean we can’t be together…so c’mon…I’ll even let you crawl in my ass again…between my tits as well…c’mon!”
Paul heard every word, but he didn’t respond to her wishes, the guy not trusting her. He turned around and was going to walk to the back area again when suddenly the clock struck nine, the Westminster Chime sounding. The sound startled him. He jumped back for a moment and struck the c
glass facing. Since the thing was so old, the glass fell out and forward, finally smashing to the floor. Despite the clock’s loud chime, the lady heard the shattering glass. She left the dinning room and entered the living room. She noticed the broken glass at the clock’s base and moved toward the thing.
Still inside the clock, little Paul looked on in terror as her face got closer and closer. He went all the way to the rear of the thing and held still, his tiny heart beating like crazy. Eventually, she came to a halt before the clock and peered inside, looking right at the clock’s hands, also seeing the exposed gears in the back. She looked even closer until a wicked smile crossed her lips and said, “ So there you are…what a good hiding place…yea…inside the upper part of the clock here…how smart of you.”
Slowly, she moved her hand inside the clock. Just standing there, he watched her hand get closer and closer as he screamed, “ No…no…please…leave me alone…please.”
Imelda brought her thumb and index finger together and finally took hold of him, the man trapped in her grasp. He struggled to no effect as she pulled him from the thing and finally dropped him into the open palm of her left hand.
“ You brook the glass on my clock…I really like that clock.”, said the lady in a mocking and wicked tone, teasing the man.
“Please…leave me alone…please!”
Despite all his fear and terror, he had to admit she was really something to look at as she stared down at him, the beautiful lady’s Greco-Roman updo making her look like a giant goddess, something from Ancient Greek Mythology, a superior being with total control.
As he helplessly sat there in her open hand, sexy Imelda strolled out of the living room, through the dining room, and eventually entered a kitchen. She went up to a stove and turned on one of the burners. She pinched one of his legs between her finger tips and finally dangled him over the open flame!
“ No…no…please…ma’am…please.”
She let out a diabolical laugh and said, “ Ha ha…how’d you like to burn…I’ll burn you alive!!!”
“ NO…PLEASE.”
The lady slowly moved him up and down over the flame, making him feel the heat for a moment, then pulling him away, doing this over and over several times, enjoying his screams for mercy. Finally, she turned off the burner and then placed him down on her right breast, saying, “ Here…see if you can hold on…you know…hang in there…ha ha!”
Paul slid down to the nipple and braced himself, holding himself in place, terrified of sliding further and falling off. He noticed the nipple got hard as he held on, swelling to twice its original size. To his satisfaction, he could now hold on better, using a little less effort at keeping himself steady.
“Like my tits?”, mocked the abusive woman.
“ Please…put me down and don’t do this…please…call someone to see if they can help return me to normal…science might know something to help me.”
She arched her head back and roared, “ Ha ha ha…fuck you…what’s in it for me…and then I already killed all those other guys before you…like my husband and stuff…so why would I do that and get myself in trouble…ha ha…no…you’re gonna die.”
“When I was hiding in the clock, you said something about us having a relationship.”
Again, she laughed real loud, saying, “I just said that to get you to surrender…to fool you…that’s all…ha ha!”
“Just please…don’t do this…you don’t have to kill me.”
Suddenly, Imelda said, “ Oh wait…maybe we should have a relationship…a normal relationship…ha ha!”
The sadistic bitch left the kitchen and returned to the living room where she parked her nice ass to the sofa and said down to Paul, “ Yea…let’s be lovers…boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“What do you mean?”, asked Paul, a little confused at her intentions.
She replied, “What do you mean…what do I mean…what do lover’s do…I mean…they fuck…right?”
Before he could answer, the naked lady removed him from her tit, spread her legs, and dropped him down to her crotch area, right between her thighs, the guy now looking up at her hairy cunt, the little man overwhelmed by her pubic triangle, the thing way larger than his tiny two inch high frame.
She leaned back in the sofa, placed her hands behind her head and said, “ Ohhh…yes…fuck me…fuck me…stick your cock up my cunt…yesssss…I wanna fuck!”
Obviously, little Paul could do nothing as far as copulation is concerned, the lady mocking him, saying further, “ Yea…I want your big huge cock inside of me…yea…stretch me out…yea…oh yea…do it…I’m waiting…do it…do me!”
The little guy was hopelessly humiliated and defeated, just standing there before here pussy, not knowing what to do until he yelled, “ Please…ma’am…stop this…please.”
“What’s wrong…I don’t feel anything…don’t you find me attractive…c’mon…I wanna fuck…stick it in!”
“ Please…we gotta be able to work something out.”
Finally, Imelda leaned forward and reached down between her legs, taking up the little man by one of his arms, after which she stood up and moved the man to her face, looking straight at him.
“You are so small and pathetic…you know that?”
“ Please…please!”
“ Ha…look at you…only two inches tall…hanging and dangling from my fingertips…so helpless…so little…you’re such a fool…the fact that you even came here for a session says lots about you…you payed me money to kiss my ass…ha ha…what jerk…you must really have a low opinion of yourself…a tiny cheap excuse for a human being.”
“ Please…don’t hurt me…please.”
“Seems like that’s all you can say.”
“ Please…ma’am…please…let me go!”
She stared at him for a few more moments as he dangled before her beautiful yet malicious face, her eyes “piercing” his tiny frame, the lady studying him, eyeing the little man with a look of fascination and disdain, feeling nothing but contempt for her tiny captive.
“Well…”, said Imelda, “…guess it time to get rid of you.”
“ No please…please.”, cried little Paul as the sexy naked lady strolled out of the living room, her boots striking the floor as she went, making an ominous sound, giving Paul a feeling of dread and terror.
She kept walking until she finally entered the bathroom. The wicked lady went up to the open toilet bowl and just stood there for a moment, holding the little man over the water, a dirty grin on her face.
“ Please…no…don’t.”
She let go of the little guy. Quickly, he fell down into the water below with a tiny splash. After he came back to the surface, he looked up at the figure staring down at him, the wicked evil smile still on her face.
“ Get me out…please!!!”
Imelda said nothing, she only rotated her beautiful sensuous frame and finally SAT DOWN ON THE TOILET SEAT!!!
From the darkness under her nice perfect ass, Paul yelled up,“NO…PLEASE…DON’T…PLEASE…I BEG YOU…PLEASE!!!”
“Piss on you.”, was all she said.
A second later, the warm yellow stuff gushed from her cunt, falling down into the water and on top of little Paul with a nice steady and forceful stream, the lady peeing and peeing. She went on for over a whole minute until she was finally done. She then stood up and turned around, looking down at him again, moving her right hand to the lever.
“NO…PLEASE…NO!!!”, yelled Paul swimming around in all her piss!
The evil lady said nothing, she only hit the lever and flushed her victim down to his death, the tiny man lost forever!
The End