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The Return of Mistress Minima
A legendary evening at the Soggy Bottom Sex Club
Whoosh CRACK!
The sonic boom created when the loop in the bullwhip exceeded 768 miles per hour silenced the hubbub in the Soggy Bottom sex club.
Whoosh CRACK! CRACK!
Two more supersonic shocks made sure that Mistress Minima had everybody’s undivided attention. All eyes in the place, even those under blindfolds, were locked onto the scene.
“All cuckolds, front and center!” she shouted, punctuating the order with another explosive retort.
Whoosh CRACK!
The violent actions of her whip brought the attention, but the woman herself held it. Standing tall on a platform carried by two hulking brutes, she was above the crowd, surveying them as if they were all her possessions. Shoulder length hair framed a gorgeous face behind huge glasses.
Her body was liberally covered in ink, the most striking being the red heart between her breasts, proudly displayed in her low-cut V-neck top. Her leather G-string left little to the imagination and her thigh-high stiletto boots brought erections to every man in the place. Other hyphenated words had a similar effect on everyone else.
“Where are my cucks? I am Mistress Minima and I need the three tiniest cocklets in the house for my playtime.”
Throughout the crowd Mistresses pushed their cuckolds forward. They didn’t know what this newcomer had in store for the poor bastards, but they all wanted to be involved. Six Mistresses pulled their cucks into a line before the newly descended goddess.
Whoosh CRACK! CRACK!
A double strike of her whip caressed the back of each brute, but neither moved an inch, knowing full well what would happen if they were to drop their Mistress.
“Down, brutes!” she ordered.
Every submissive in the room dropped to their knees, her command was so powerful. The brutes lowered the platform to the floor and Mistress Minima stepped off to inspect her choices. The brutes stepped back to reveal they only wore wrought iron chastity belts, handmade by a talented blacksmith to be certain of holding back the monsters encaged.
“Bottoms down!” ordered the goddess, and the line of cuckolds stood and dropped their panties. Mistress Minima walked down the row inspecting the caged members by lifting them with her coiled whip.
“Mistresses, please unlock your properties so I may inspect them properly. In return, I shall uncage my brutes so you can be sure to be well entertained as I play with your toys.”
As the Mistresses moved to reveal the micro-dicks they owned, Mistress Minima turned to her men-at-arms.
“Ike — approach! Mike — the tool!”
Ike stood before his Mistress as Mike held out a cordless Makita 18V impact wrench. Don’t ask where he had been keeping it prior. *
Mistress Minima unlocked Ike’s padlock. Then she lifted the cover it had been sealing and attached the wrench to the bolt underneath.
Clink, whiiirrrr, clank, clank, whiiirrrr, thud!
The belt crashed to the ground with a thud and the crowd gasped,
GASP!
as a half-turgid beast the size of a ukulele sprung free.
SPROING!
“Alo-HA,” sighed Mistress Millicent.
Mistress Minima turned to Mike, “Get over here!”
Clink, whiiirrrr, clank, clank, whiiirrrr, thud!
GASP!
SPROING!
Mike’s monster flew out, the size of a violin. About the same size as his brother’s, but classier somehow.
Mistress Millicent collapsed to the floor.
“Now I’ve shown you mine, let’s see what you have to trade,” Mistress Minima said, as she turned to the line of quivering cucks.
Finally free of their cages, all of the submissive men sported rock-hard erections. They were so overwhelmed by Mistress Minima’s dominance and beauty they could not contain themselves. With uncharacteristic boldness, the first cuck in line stepped forward, proudly displaying his 5-inch shaft.
“Mistress Minima, I am St — ”
“Silence!” shouted the beautiful Domme. “I don’t care about your name. I’ll give you one, if you need it.”
She inspected the pendulating stiffy and declared, “While there is something particularly pathetic about you considering a perfectly average erection to be a ‘cocklet’, an insecurity that might be worthy of exploitation at some future time, this is not what I need tonight.”
She gently held the cuck’s head in her hands and lightly kissed his lips.
“I’d like to thank you,” she said. The stunning Mistress then violently drove her knee into his balls. His eyes crossed and he let out a quiet “eep”. Before he collapsed forward, she added, “For wasting my fucking time!”
His shamed Mistress drug the catatonic cuck away by the back strap of his leather harness. She soon would be punishing him savagely for embarrassing her.
Two other cucks at the other end of the line glanced down at their own average-sized penises and ran away into the crowd, followed quickly by their scolding Mistresses. It wasn’t the ball- smashing, they would have both enjoyed that, rather it was the fear of disappointing Mistress Minima that sent them fleeing.
Turning to the remaining cucks, Mistress Minima was pleased by what they had for her. Approaching the first with her coiled whip, she used the stiff leather to manipulate the throbbing 2- and 1/2-inch boner.
“I shall call you ‘Itty’,” she announced before proceeding to the next in line.
Again, she was delighted to see a tiny purple 2-inch hard-on pulsating for her.
“These are perfect. I used to work in daycare and have seen bigger dicks while changing baby’s diapers. I shall call you ‘Bitty,’” she told the humiliated cuck.
“Oh my!” she cried out as she saw the final offering. “I shall call you ‘Smidge’ because of this adorable little smidgen of a cocklet.” She joyously poked at the bright red 1-inch pecker that dripped pre-cum in anticipation. “I have seen toddlers with bigger FINGERS than that pathetic thing.”
“Mistresses,” she said, addressing her fellow Dommes, “I assume you are happy to trade your cuckolds for Mike and Ike for the rest of the night?”
“Hell, yes!” exclaimed Mistress Minerva.
“You can keep Bitty, if you want,” said Mistress Melody, “I’m bored with his tiny dingle and look forward to some real cock.”
“Oooh,” sighed Mistress Millicent, before fainting again.
“I’m not sure if she is really cut out to be a Mistress. Mike, take care of her,” Mistress Minima ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” rumbled Mike in a voice so deep it sounded like an earthquake. He easily scooped up the unconscious woman and tossed her over his shoulder.
Ike grabbed Minerva and Melody, throwing both over his broad shoulders before following his brother over to the fuck couches in the corner. The Mistresses squealed with delight at the sheer masculinity on display.
Whoosh wrap wrap wrap
A flick of her wrist caused Mistress Minima’s whip to coil around Smidge’s neck as a make-shift leash. Without another word she turned and marched to the VIP rooms, dragging the tiny-dicked cuckold behind her. Itty and Bitty followed along. As the door to the VIP room closed, they could hear the screams of their Mistresses as the brutes entertained them.
“Oh my God!”
“Holy fuck!”
“Ouch, ouch! Take it out, it hurts, it hurts!”
Inside room 3, Mistress Minima unleashed Smidge and shoved him onto his back on the bed with a kick to the chest. Grabbing the ears of Itty and Bitty, she directed them to kneel on the floor beside it.
“Well, boys, your time has come. I am going to treat you in a way you could never imagine, in a way no Mistress ever has before.”
The beautiful woman tossed her whip away and stood proudly before the cucks, taking the ties of her leather G-string in her hands. She pulled out the knots, the panties dropped, and revealed — nothing. At first glance, she appeared as smooth and featureless as a children’s doll. Closer examination revealed, however, the presence of a microscopic pussy between her thighs.
“Get ready, you pathetic little men,” she growled, “I’m gonna fuck your cucky brains out!”
The powerful Mistress jumped onto the bed with her feet landing on either side of Smidge’s head. She lowered herself into his face, ordering the cuck, “Suck me!”
Smidge happily obeyed; eating pussy was his special skill and he loved to serve. Up close, he could see that his new Mistress’s pussy was perfectly beautiful. His tongue easily covered the tiny orifice, which was less than a half inch from clit to taint. She responded to Smidge’s ministrations like any other woman, groaning with delight. The cuck used all his tricks to coax an orgasm from his Goddess. Flicking the microscopic clit, sucking and caressing her dainty labia, and pressing the tip of his tongue into the tiny hole produced moans and squirming in the beautiful Domme. Before long, he brought her to a staggering climax, drenching a small area of his face in girl-cum.
After she finished, Minima quickly moved down Smidge’s body and positioned herself over the throbbing inch of cuck-meat. Rubbing his tiny tip against her miniscule clit, she warned him, “Try not to cum too soon! Control this shrinky-dink, fuck-face.” Then she lowered herself into him.
Smidge couldn’t believe what he was feeling. His cock felt enormous in the tight wet hole. For the first time in his life, he understood what other men must feel when they take a woman. Her tight, wet, clenching, vaginal walls caused him to erupt in only three pumps.
“Aarrrggh,” he screamed from the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced.
“Now you see why I need more than one of you fuckers,” the gorgeous Domme complained. “Bitty, on the bed!”
Mistress Minima grabbed Smidge’s face and yelled directly into his ear, “You better get hard again quickly, or I’ll have Mike and Ike in here to spit-roast you!”
Bitty jumped up and lay on his back next to them. His 2 inches stood proudly. Without ceremony, Mistress Minima jumped off Smidge and landed on Bitty’s cock. Stretched by Smidge (hehehe) and lubed up by his cum, the tiny pussy easily accepted Bitty’s larger cock (hehehehehehe). He, too, was amazed at the feeling of a cunt that was actually tight for him. However, his self-control, or fear of being savaged by the brutes, was stronger than Smidge’s and he was able to hold off from cumming immediately.
Minima didn’t bounce, of course, but by grinding on the undersized member, she was able to get herself back to the edge of ecstasy. Aware that he was close to actually giving a woman an orgasm with his penis for once in his life, Bitty began to lose control. Minima detected the change in his demeanor and pinched both of his nipples, savagely twisting them.
“Don’t you dare cum, you puny fuck! Ahhh! I’m close, I’m close!”
A few more brief moments of grinding and Mistress Minima exploded.
“Aaaaaah! Fuck! Cum for me Bitty, cum now!”
Bitty happily obeyed his Mistress and released his control. He came so hard his whole body went rigid and began to quiver. Rope after rope of hot cuck-cum pumped into the tiny hole. Mistress Minima shuddered to completion on top of him.
Itty stood up, waving his giant cock —
(Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Aah, fuck. Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself. I’ll start again.)
Editor’s note — It’s OK, we were laughing, too.
Itty stood up, waving his giant cock, anxious to try a pussy he might actually feel. Minima grabbed it and pulled him onto the bed next to her. Once again, the nimble Domme quickly mounted the supine submissive, her tiny but well-fucked pussy swallowing his 2- and 1/2-inch todger. Again, Mistress Minima began to grind her way to another orgasm.
She glanced over and saw that Bitty and Smidge had recovered and were once again sporting tiny erections.
“I want all of you bastards at once,” she screamed. “Bitty, in my ass, now!”
Bitty was quick to obey and positioned himself behind her and Itty. Itty, already amazed by the tightness of his Mistress, was totally gobsmacked to feel her get even tighter as Bitty pushed into her back passage. Both cucks finally understood how it was for the bulls that had played with their Mistresses. They pummeled with abandon.
Mistress Minima turned to Smidge and told him, “I’m going to suck on you, but if you cum in my mouth, I’ll cut your mini meatballs off. Understand?”
“Of course, Mistress. I promise I won’t.”
Smidge stood on the bed and Minima easily swallowed his full inch of cuck-meat.
The four of them moved together, fucking in a way the cucks had only ever watched before. Tiny cocks wiggled in Mistress Minima’s cunt and ass, while she flossed her teeth with Smidge’s toothpick. As little as they were, the cucks were able to hit all of her special spots and were quickly bringing her close to the edge.
Smidge, once again, had the least control and soon warned her, “Mistress Minima, I’m so close!”
Minima spit out the smidgen of a tallywacker and, grasping it firmly with her thumb and forefinger, jerked the tiny pecker off onto Itty’s face underneath them. Itty just smiled, not even noticing the cum splattering into his eyes because he was so mesmerized by the feeling of a tight pussy. Smidge’s eyes rolled back into his head as his miniature volcano erupted a second time that night. After he was finished, he collapsed backwards on the bed, unconscious. No longer erect, his penis was completely invisible.
The sight of the cum-covered cuck, however, drove Mistress Minima back to the edge and she pushed her grinding into overdrive. The three pairs of hips pushed together, using the cocklets to their optimal abilities.
Minima screamed out, “You pathetic little cucks are making me cum! For the first time in your measly, tiny-dicked lives, you’re making a woman cum!”
The pride they felt at their achievement, coupled with the humiliation of her insults, added to the stimulation of the tightest holes they had ever felt to cause Itty and Bitty to explode as Mistress Minima writhed between them. The pair thrust deeply (hehehe) and filled both holes with ropes of cuck-cum. Like Smidge before them, both cucks were so overwhelmed that they couldn’t maintain consciousness. Itty fell asleep before the other two even moved, and as soon as he pulled out, Bitty fell to the bed, unconscious before he hit the mattress.
Mistress Minima stood, put on her G-string, and gathered her whip. A few kicks convinced her that the cucks were out for the rest of the night. She left the pile of incoherent subs in the VIP room and went to collect her brutes so she could take her leave. She found them still faithfully serving their temporary Mistresses.
Ike was on hands and knees while Mistresses Minerva and Melody, wearing enormous strap-ons, were vigorously spit-roasting him, bouncing him back and forth between them. Drool oozed from his lips around the dildo in his mouth as lube leaked around the one impaling his rectum.
Mike, meanwhile, was also on his knees, but his shoulders were firmly pressed to the ground and his ass held high, proudly clenching onto the three dildos it held. Mistress Millicent stood behind him with a rubber mallet and a fourth dildo she was preparing to hammer home.
“Perhaps I underestimated her,” Mistress Minima thought.
Of course, as ordinary human women, the Mistresses had discovered that Mike and Ike’s brobdingnagian phalli were completely unfuckable, thus forcing the need for other entertainments. They had enjoyed themselves, even if they didn’t get as much cock as they had expected.
Mistress Millicent put the tip of the fourth dildo between the other three protruding from Mike’s asshole and began to pound it with her mallet. It sunk in and she continued to slam them with her hammer, driving all four even deeper. Mistress Minima was amused and slightly impressed by the swooning Mistress.
“Ok, ladies,” Minima said, “you can have your cuckolds back. They’re unconscious in room 3. I hope I haven’t damaged them too much. You may need to put in some extra training sessions to fix them.”
The three Mistresses laughed. All knew they would be handing out extra discipline for the next few weeks and were looking forward to it.
“Mistress Millicent, you will want to step away,” Minima warned. “Brutes! Time to go,” she shouted.
Ike immediately stood up, lifting himself off of the shaft in his backside and lifting Mistress Minerva up from the floor by the dildo on his mouth. He grabbed the woman by her hips, pulled her out of his throat, and gently set her down. He moved to stand in front of the four Mistresses.
Mike, still in his prone position, released a mighty fart, ejecting the four dildos and sending them bouncing around the room. Several ricocheted off of Ike’s chest as he protected the ladies.
Mike stood and gathered their platform, tools, and chastity belts before following Mistress Minima and Ike. Their nakedness seemed not to bother the giant men as they left the club. With a final
Whoosh CRACK!
the trio disappeared into the night.
To this day, the legend of that night is told and retold. All the members of the Soggy Bottom sex club, especially the cuckolds, faithfully await the Return of the Return of Mistress Minima.
*It was hanging on a hook on the back of his chastity belt. To be honest, I’m surprised you didn’t see it. It was there all along.
However, you were told NOT to ask, so — BEND OVER FOR YOUR SPANKING!
Um, where was she returning from in the first place, exactly? Here:
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