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The Legend of Mistress Minima
The Tale of Master Smidge
The gloom of the dungeon accentuated the young woman’s trepidation.
“What have I gotten myself into?” she worried aloud. “Besides from the handcuffs and the bindings securing me to this spanking bench, of course.”
Alicia hadn’t planned on doing anything when she went to the Soggy Bottom Sex Club, but when she met Master Smidge and slave Millicent, a strange compulsion came over her. Master Smidge was commanding in a way she had never experienced before. His sheer charisma made her crave nothing except to obey his dominance. She willingly went to the special room with them.
“Master Smidge will fulfill all your needs, little one,” slave Millicent said as she hung by her wrists, slowly turning.
“I don’t recall giving permission for you sluts to speak!” came the growl out of the darkness.
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
Alicia cried out in anguish as the riding crop slashed across her tender, young bottom. Then she cried out in pleasure as she felt Master Smidge’s magical tongue begin to pleasure her. Bound to the bench she couldn’t move, but she desperately tried to press back into the delightful treatment. His mouth was incredible, finding pleasure spots she never knew she had. In just minutes, a devastating orgasm crashed through her body.
She felt him move behind her and spank her bottom once more. Then she felt his finger penetrate her pussy. He moved it around as he groaned his approval.
“Mmmmm, so wet. You are really turned on.”
Then she felt a slight pressure against her tight asshole. With a little push, his finger entered her most private hole. She felt Master Smidge slide slowly in and out. She squawked with pleasure as his right hand slapped down onto her cheek. He held it there, squeezing tightly.
“Aaaaahhhh!”
Alicia squealed with surprise as she felt his left hand slap and grab her other cheek. The feeling of both his hands digging deeply into her tender flesh aroused and yet confused her. How was he still fingering her anus? It made no sense. Unless—
“Take the cock, slut!” Master Smidge ordered.
“What the fuck?” Alicia blurted out. But before she could react further, the miniscule probing in her bottom, coupled with the vigorous spanks that Master Smidge continued to deliver, produced a spark that quickly grew into an inferno.
“Oh, fuck! Master Smidge, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!”
“I’m filling her tight ass with my cum, slave Millicent, not yours,” Smidge grunted as his tiny cock exploded.
“I don’t deserve your cum, Master.”
After she came down from her earth-shattering climax, Alicia managed to pant, “Oh. My. God. How did you do that? I know he’s tiny, but I need him again. Please Master, I need to understand.”
Master Smidge stepped into the light and gave the dangling slave Millicent a pair of strikes with his crop across each of her breasts.
CRACK CRACK!
CRACK CRACK!
“Aaaaahhhh!”
“Go on, cunt,” Master Smidge growled. “Tell her how I used to be your pathetic tiny dicked cuck. How I used to grovel and watch other men fuck you. Until I saw the light and became my true self. Tell her the Legend of Mistress Minima!” The strikes of his crop amplified the power of his command.
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
“Aaaaahhhh,” howled his hanging wife. As tears ran down her cheeks, slave Millicent whimpered, “Yes, Master.” As she slowly turned to face Alicia again, she began her tale, “It all started with the crack of a whip — ”