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A disciplinary session for Cameron.  So FUN to write this!

Cameron’s body ached from being arched over the giantess’s toe for so long.  His shoulders, hips, and lower back were especially uncomfortable, as every jarring footfall the giantess took shook him to the core.  Having endured the last half-hour of her shopping, he was thankful that Mistress Sara had gotten into her car and was headed back to her house finally.  The cool air of the air condition chilled his body as he planted gentle upside-down kisses against the side of Mistress Sara’s middle toe, occasionally slipping his tongue out to taste it.

As Mistress Sara drove down the freeway, she felt her shrunken sub’s act of devotion.  She completely believed that the chain seemingly broke on its own, as she had used that ankle bracelet several times with her husband and other clients that she felt were worthy to adorn her body as a decoration.  But as she was still rather horny from watching her boyfriend, Eric, dominate Cameron so thoroughly this morning, she decided to leverage the unique situation when she got home to help fulfill her own lusts.

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Mistress Sara stepped through the door of her garage into her laundry room, carrying her wine and finger-foods into the kitchen.  After putting the items away, she looked down at the tiny, naked man wrapped around her second toe, feeling his warm exhales against her middle toe, which were interrupted on occasion by a slip of his tongue or the pressing of his lips against her flesh.  Having watched her boyfriend, Robert, dominate and humiliate Cameron earlier had left her feeling aroused. Deviously, the giantess decided to leverage her influence and power over the shrunken man, and yearning to satisfy her own needs, walked to her spacious living room.

After sitting down on the couch, Mistress Sara propped her right foot, clad in its Chaco athletic sandal, up on the coffee table before her.  She reached forward and proceeded to slide Cameron’s bound, naked body up her toe.  Her toe-tip was more bulbous than the knot for the chain had slack built-in for, and the tiny sub grunted and winced in pain as she made her toe’s flesh comply with her wish.  Finally, after a few moments of discomfort, Cameron was freed from the giant toe, and lay in the palm of Mistress Sara’s hand.

The giantess began to finagle with the fine chain-link knot that she had used to secure Cameron around her toe, and like all fine chain-links, was having a difficult time.  Realizing that it would be easier to just cut the chain, Mistress Sara closed her hand around her sub, stood up, and proceeded to walk out to her garage where she picked up a pair of wire cutters. 

“Lay face down, Cameron.  Don’t move,” she instructed her shrunken slave, who complied with a dog-like obedience as he lay in the warm palm of her hand.

Mistress Sara proceeded to snip the tight-wrapped chain around Cameron’s wrists first, and then around his ankles.  Having done so allowed her to pull the broken anklet off from around his appendages.  Cameron was very thankful to be free from the chain-links that had embedded into his flesh for the past hour and a half.  His back was sore as a dull, aching burn filled his muscles.

The giantess’s hand closed in on him once more, but this time, rather tightly.

“HRRGHGMMPP!” he exclaimed as his face was buried in Mistress Sara’s warm, slightly clammy hand. 

He felt Mistress Sara proceed to walk for several moments, her crushing, entrapping fist swinging gently back and forth as the giantess walked.  The gently body-trembles magnified for a series of footfalls, and a few moments later, Cameron was dropped to the floor of Mistress Sara’s home gym and dungeon.

“OOOOFF!” the tiny man exclaimed as he landed with a thud on the thick rubber mat that lay on the floor of the fairly expansive room. 

Cameron had been down here only a few times on his previous sessions with his giantess-mistress.  He looked around, noticing the dimly lit surroundings.  The walls were painted red, save one wall which was all mirrors.  There were a variety of stockades in various sizes, benches of various heights, kneeling benches with metal or leather cuffs, four different sized St. Andrew’s crosses, and various sized cuffs attached to metal chains or ropes that dangled from the ceiling by pullies.  Some of the walls had whips and paddles hanging from them, as well.  The commonality they all had was that there was one set of regular-sized item, and then between two to five more of a bondage device in size-descending order next to them.  Some looked like they could accommodate a small child, while others looked like they were meant for doll-sized people.

There was a dresser against the far wall, and on top of that were a variety of phallic implements, some hollowed out in the middle as if they could accommodate a shrunken person.  There were also vibrators and electro-stims on the dresser as well, arranged nice and tidy.  Additionally, there appeared to be some patent leather strap-on contraptions that hung on the wall near that dresser as well.  Mistress Sara was truly a well-established giantess and BDSM expert.

In one corner was Mistress Sara’s treadmill and exercise bike, which had a few rubber straps laying across the seat.  Then there was Mistress Sara’s famous trampoline.  Though Cameron had never had the fortune of being introduced to it, he had watched several videos where his mistress had made shrunken slaves lay on it while she jumped brutally upon them.  It was a kid’s sized trampoline, about 3’ across and only eight inches off the ground, but it was enough to break some of her heartiest of slaves beneath the soles of her feet and shoes.

And then there was the padded leather bench where Mistress Sara would sit while doing other exercises, such as weight lifting, stomach crunches, or leg-lifts.  Cameron had been subjected to its use every time he had been down here, and suspected this would be no different. 

“Cameron,” said Mistress Sara as she lifted her left sandal-clad foot and hovered it over the little man who hastily lay on his back.  The giantess lowered her Chaco sandal down upon the tiny one-inch tall man slowly, listening to his straining grunts and groans as she stepped on him. 

“HRRRGMMPPPP!!”

Mistress Sara proceeded to gently grind her foot upon the tiny man, who was held in place by the rubber mat.  His skin was tugged on and pulled by both the mat that he was imbedded into, and the hard rubber shoe-sole on the giantess’s foot.  Cameron felt the pin-prick pains of hair being pulled from their pores all over his chest and pubic area as he endured the smashing, grinding punishment. 

The beautiful giantess smiled as she slowly turned her left foot back and forth upon his body for a few moments before lifting it off of Cameron, who cried out in pain.  She then reapplied her massive foot, allowing only the shrunken man’s head and left arm to be visible just barely beneath the edge of the hard Vibram sandal’s sole near the ball of her massive foot.

“Cameron, because you fell off of my ankle charm, I have no choice but to punish you this afternoon.  I was going to let you spend time licking my footwear or sucking on my sweaty underwear from my workouts this week, but now, I’m going to have to trample you for a bit, and then see how creative I get.  Have anything to say for yourself, slave?” the beautiful giantess said, her hands on her hips as she stepped on the little insect-sized man.

“<GRRUNT>  IT...IT WASN’T…MY FAULT…MISTRESS!!...<GRRRUNNNTT>  THE LINKS…BROKE…ON THEIR OWN!!! <GRRRRUNTT>” Cameron exclaimed, his face wincing in pain as he was being stepped on and crushed between the two hard rubber surfaces.

“I understand that, my pet.  I believe you, really I do, but I also think that maybe you should’ve done more to get my attention.  It was very fortunate for you that I happen to have stepped on you and that you stuck to the sole of my sandal.  So, now that I know that you are beneath my shoe, I feel I need to remind you that you truly belong there,” Mistress Sara said, her smile becoming mischievous and somewhat cruel.

“<GRRRRUNNNTT>  YES, MISTRESS!!!...<GRRRRUNT>  AS YOU WISH…  <GRRUNT> MISTRESS!!” responded the shrunken man who strained beneath the giantess’s crushing sandal.

Mistress Sara was amused and lightly chuckled at her submissive as he suffered beneath her foot.

“We have several hours before the party this evening.  That’s plenty of time for me to discipline you and use you as I see fit before several of my friends enjoy using you tonight.  I won’t be too harsh on you, but I will be entertained,” the giantess went on to say. 

“YES, MISTRESS!!! <GRRRUNNTT>” Cameron said, grimacing in discomfort.

He continued to struggle beneath the giantess’s sandal for a moment before it lifted from off of him, and quickly lowered back down upon him as Mistress Sara had centered step.  The tiny man was now face-to-face with the dirty, yellow Vibram patch on the sole of her sandal.

“HRRRGGGHHH!” he exclaimed as the giantess took a complete step upon him. 

He felt the air in his lungs get forced out, and he went silent in the darkness between the two harsh, rubber surfaces.  He saw stars as he held his eyes shut while wincing in pain.  His face contorted between the two rubber surfaces and was made to turn to its left, imbedded into the rubber mat along with the rest of his tiny body.  He truly was a bug beneath this goddess’s foot.  If he had a way to choose to die, it would be to become a bloody stain on the sole of Mistress Sara’s shoe.  He would be honored to be reduced to a quivering pulp of bloody humanity beneath her foot.

Mistress Sara lifted her right foot and rested it on her left to allow Cameron to be completely crushed into the somewhat forgiving rubber mat.  Cameron felt his lungs undulate within his chest as they yearned to take an inhale.  He felt pain all over his body.  His head began to ache, his pulse quickened, and his heartbeat pounded in his head. 

But he trusted Mistress Sara.   She had stepped on him, walked all over him, and even worn him in her workout shoes a few times.  She sat on his face, inserted him into her moist, smelly womanhood, and even into her asshole a few times.  Each time he was introduced to a potentially suffocating use-case, he never felt the need to panic, as she always seem to help him find his edge of trust and submission, pushing that envelope a little more each time, and magically allowing him to recuperate sufficiently.  And without fail, the giantess stepped off the tiny man.

Mistress Sara stood over Cameron, who arched his back with pain for a moment, then rolled onto his side while curling up in a fetal position while gasping for air.

“I’m not done with you, yet, my dear,” the giantess said.

Cameron’s face winced with pain, and he noticed the return of a large shadow as Mistress Sara’s right sandal-clad foot lowered upon him.  He quickly rolled onto his back as the hard rubber shoe sole stepped down upon him.

“HRRRMMPP!” he cried, and a moment later, the large foot lifted off as Mistress Sara had taken a step. 

The giantess’s footfall had left a momentary shoe-print within the dark grey rubber mat, and Cameron’s little naked body remained embedded as she turned around and took another step upon him.

“HHHRRRGGGGHH!” Cameron exclaimed as he was trampled once again by Mistress Sara. 

As her shoe lifted from the mat, Cameron’s shrunken little body remained stuck to the hard rubber sole for a moment, lifting him up slightly before he naturally fell away and landed on his back on the mat beneath.

The giant woman lined up her left foot once again, taking yet another step on Cameron, who made a quick grunting exclamation.  As she stepped on her tiny, shrunken slave, Mistress Sara bit her lip, aroused by the power she was able to wield over her sub.  In the wake of her step, Cameron’s reddened body twitched with some muscle spasms.

With a smile on her face, Mistress Sara bent down and undid the straps of her sandals.  Having stepped out of them, the giantess proceeded to step with both of her feet over the tiny one-inch-tall man, trapping him beneath the insteps of her arches.

Immersed within the shadow of the giantess’s feet, Cameron lay compliant and submissive as he recuperated.  He was so small and Mistress Sara’s arches so high that he wasn’t actually being crushed, but her feet did press upon him, keeping him immobile.  His face was held upright between the two insteps of the arches, allowing him to kiss at her foot flesh in adoration.

Mistress Sara was a master at owning her shrunken slaves and submissives.  Cameron wasn’t into the BDSM part of this lifestyle.  Rather, he wanted to serve Mistress Sara, and she in turn would evolve his service into some minor suffering for her entertainment.  She purposely allowed for the tiny shrunken man to have a few moments to recover while being punished, as she would now look to use her bare feet for discipline.  Feeling the tiny man’s worshipful kisses against the soles of her feet, she felt like she should allow him a few more moments to indulge his fetish before she returned to administering some more discipline.

Cameron was lost in the world of Mistress Sara’s soles.  His kisses were mixed with some slobbery licks to her warm, semi-wrinkly foot flesh as his tiny tongue lapped at her friction ridges.  He felt like a worm beneath her beautiful feet.  He wanted to stay there, in that moment, for as long as he could.  Being so small, so insignificant to his mistress who controlled and manipulated him for her own personal entertainment.  It was humiliating, degrading, and painful at times, but so intoxicating.  As he continued to worship the small areas of skin on the soles of Mistress Sara’s feet, Cameron felt his penis inflate once more.

“Alright, little man,” Mistress Sara said, stepping off of him and lifting her right foot which cast a shadow over him, “time to continue your punishment.”

Cameron lay quietly in a spread-eagle on the rubber mat as the giantess’s toes pointed down towards him.  He watched as Mistress Sara’s toes splayed as they lowered towards him quickly, and he found his tiny little head trapped between the second and third toes.  The pressure exerted upon his skull quickly increased, and his face was pressed against the grimy, salty interspace between the two toes.

“MMMPPPPFF!!!” he exclaimed, his face muffled by the giantess’s toe-jam.

Mistress Sara smiled as she squeezed her toes tightly, lifting her foot up from the mat.  Cameron’s little body dangled gently from her toe’s grasp, and she gently shook and twisted her foot a few times to add to the punishment.

“MMMMPPP!!”

The giantess laughed at Cameron’s latest muffled cry.  His hands tried to push at the massive toes that held his head tightly.  All around him was darkness and immense pressure.  He then felt the foot lower as it moved forward, and within a moment, he was stepped on by Mistress Sara’s footpad while his head was still trapped between her toes.

“HRRGGMMMPPP!!”

Mistress Sara’s weight bore down upon Cameron’s body as his head remained clamped tightly between the giantess’s massive toes for a moment.  The toes then relaxed, releasing their punishing grip on his head, which fell back and bounced slightly against the rubber mat as Mistress Sara took a step.  Cameron watched above between the toes that had held his head as the punishing giantess’s massive form traversed over him while she took a step, crushing the air from his body.  Her foot lifted, and Cameron’s body, covered in dirt, sweat, and Mistress Sara’s lover’s spooj, stuck to the sole of her foot once more, lifting with it as she took a step forward.

Cameron grunted with a breath-heavy exhale as he was stepped on once more.  The rubber mat had plenty of give, and now that he was being trampled beneath the giantess’s bare foot, his little form was able to conform with ease to her foot flesh.  Once again, he watched the beautiful woman – her long creamy legs, her denim shorts, her t-shirt-clad body, and her gorgeous, smiling face – take another punishing step upon him as she walked all over him.

The large size 9.5 foot lifted, but this time, Cameron remained stuck to the rubber mat.  As she walked forward, Mistress Sara looked over her shoulder, glancing back at Cameron, before stopping before the wall.  In front of her was a peg that hung on the wall, and from it were many open-ended rubber bands like the kind that hematologists use when drawing blood for blood tests.  She picked up a handful of them, turned, and proceeded to walk back towards the bench.  She stepped on Cameron, making sure he was beneath the arch of her foot as she did.  Feeling the tiny man stick to her foot, she took one more step before stopping in front of the bench, setting the rubber bands down.

Mistress Sara then lifted her foot and peeled her shrunken pet off it.  Cameron’s reddened and heavily trampled body dangled limply from her fingers, causing her to smile.

“Cameron, hon,” she said softly, eliciting the tiny man to open his eyes and blink as he came back to reality.  “I’m not done disciplining you, but I am done trampling you for the time being.  I’m going to lay you on the bench and strap you to it, alright?  Lay still.  I need to make you bigger for this next part,” Mistress Sara said.

The giant blonde lowered the tiny man to her red-leather workout bench, laying him down gently upon it.  She then reached into her pocket and pulled out the shrink collar’s remote.  Cameron continued to lay silently and submissively upon the bench, his eyes closed as he tried to fend off the pain and discomfort in his joints and muscles as he continued to recuperate from being trampled. 

Cameron winced in pain as he felt the burning, stinging sensation in his neck from the shrink collar.  His muscles ached in more pain as he felt himself getting larger and larger.  A few seconds later, the process stopped, and Cameron was two feet in size.  Mistress Sara pocketed the controller and then proceeded to reach down and picked up the long rubber bands.

“Keep your arms to your sides, and your legs together,” she said to Cameron as she pulled out an individual rubber band.  “Here, let’s scoot you up just a bit.”

Cameron proceeded to slide his head further up towards the edge of the bench, leaving about four inches between the top of his head and the end.  Mistress Sara proceeded to hold a band between both of her hands, and lowered it upon his chest.  She stretched it over him, and straddled the bench.  She then took a seat on his upper legs while reaching down beneath the bench and tied the band tight. 

Mistress Sara then pulled out another band from the collection she had in her hands, and applied another one just below that, tying it tight and securing her.  She applied several more bands to his abdominal area before standing up, turning around and taking a seat on Cameron’s chest, plopping down on him, which caused him to gasp as she did.  Amused, the giantess proceeded to apply several more stretchy bands down his legs from his mid-thighs to his ankles, leaving his manhood available and exposed.

Cameron was enjoying the view of the nice denim ass before him as Mistress Sara secured him to the bench.  She then stood up and stepped back over him, turned around, and then straddled him once more, taking a seat on his chest again.  She had one band left, and proceeded to apply it to Cameron’s forehead, leaving his eyes available to see.  Once she was done securing Cameron to the bench, she stood up.

“I’ll be right back.  Don’t go anywhere,” she said with an air of amusement in her voice.

Mistress Sara pulled out the shrink collar’s remote as she slowly turned and walked away.  Upon hearing her sub wince with surprise pain, she smiled as she walked back upstairs.  Cameron felt the collar engage yet again.  The sounds of the rubber band stretching could be heard as he grew a little larger until he was 2’ 6” in size.    The bands were now very tightly stretched across his body, keeping him very secure and immobilized.  Some folds of his skin, especially across his stomach and upper legs, squeezed between some of the straps here and there.

As he lay bound to the bench, Cameron felt contentment.  He was able to spend an entire weekend with Mistress Sara, and she was using him as she saw fit.  He hoped that he was able to entertain her and serve her as she wanted, and that she wasn’t really mad at him for falling from her anklet.  He knew that to be just part of the act or ploy of their interaction.  It had given her a reason to trample him, and it continued to give her a reason to do what she was about to do to him now.

If he were really honest with her, he’d ask if he could become a full-time, 24/7 live-in servant to her and her boyfriend.  He was so done with his real-life job, toiling away at a mundane workplace, barely able to eke out a living.  His efforts in the real world went largely unnoticed.  But here, with Mistress Sara, he always felt wanted…needed, maybe.  And if that need was to be used by Mistress Sara for her own ente

A few moments later, the sounds of Mistress Sara’s footsteps thumping down the stairs could be heard.  They ended after a moment, and then she appeared next to Cameron.  On her middle finger was the condom that he had been put in that morning, the same one that she had made her handsome, sexy lover fill with his jizz, and then slurp him out of to give him a “tongue bath”.

“The next part of your punishment, Cameron, is that instead of being allowed to lick and clean my ass, you will instead suck on this condom inside out until it is clean while you sniff my ass.  Open up…say ‘ah’,” the giantess said, leaning over and lowering the spent condom by its reservoir tip down to his mouth.

Cameron complied instantly.  He felt the thick, round ring of the condom’s opening rest against the outside of his lips, and some over them, and then Mistress Sara continued to push the rest in so that the insides were rolled in such a way that they became the exterior.  The feel of the cold latex, combined with the coagulated cum and spermicidal lubricant, flooded his taste buds as he was fed the large Magnum.

“Good boy,” cooed Mistress Sara as she pushed the reservoir tip into his mouth.  The rubber ring-base then followed into his mouth.  She prompted him to close his mouth with her hand, and then stepped away for a moment, returning with one last rubber band that was tied around his mouth.

“Gotta make sure that you keep that in there.  Now suck and lick on it. It needs to be clean for when Robert comes back later on.  Now, here’s the punishment,” Mistress Sara said, standing at the end of the bench to allow Cameron to watch her.

Mistress Sara slowly pulled up her t-shirt, revealing her black satin bra.  Tossing the t-shirt to the floor, she reached behind her and proceeded to unbuckle the Victoria’s Secret top.  Cameron felt his manhood grow as she revealed her ample breasts.  Noticing the growth in his dick, Mistress Sara smiled in amusement as she dropped her bra to the floor.

Next, the giant beauty proceeded to unbutton and unzip her denim shorts, and let them fall to the floor, revealing a matching satin black panty upon her midsection.  She proceeded to slip those down over her hips, and stepped out of them as well.  She was now completely naked.

Cameron gulped with nervous anxiety and anticipation, disregarding the taste of Robert’s cum and the feeling of the chewy latex in his mouth, as Mistress Sara stepped forward and stood straddling the bench.  He stared up at Mistress Sara’ shaved pussy, and watched as she began to insert her fingers into her labia, massaging herself for a moment, moaning with pleasure.

Mistress Sara then slowly lowered herself down, putting her hands upon Cameron’s bound body to support her slow descent.  The tiny man’s eyes widened as the large, moist, odiferous vagina hovered but a mere inch above his face for a moment.

“Like it, don’t you?” Mistress Sara said seductively, gyrating herself just above her slave’s face. 

Cameron was unable to respond, his mouth full of spent condom and held shut by the rubber band.  He was too transfixed upon the giantess’s womanhood that smelled strong.  It finally came to a rest upon his face.  The lips of Mistress Sara’s labia slid over his little head, immersing him completely within.  He didn’t squirm or complain one bit.  He couldn’t see anything, but he could smell her.  Her scent drove him crazy as she sat on his face.

The beautiful blond chuckled as she watched Cameron’s dick harden to attention.

“Good boy,” she said softly, reaching forward and gently massaging Cameron’s cock. 

The touch made him twitch and moan with ecstasy, as he had yet to have achieve a release since entering into Mistress Sara’s service the previous night.  She stroked it gently several times to ensure its hardness before leaning back to sit full-weight upon Cameron’s face.

“MMMmm,” Cameron moaned from beneath her womanhood. 

Mistress Sara then engaged her quads to lift herself just slightly off of Cameron’s face, and began to rub herself up and down on his nose, which occasionally rubbed against her clit, eliciting a moaning response from her.  She was incredibly aroused, and Cameron’s face was quite wet from her natural discharge.  She smiled as she watched Cameron’s cock pulsing from his heartbeat.  He was so hard that the precum was trickling down its helmet like a volcano about to blow.

“Now now, little Cameron, this is supposed to be punishment,” Mistress Sara said, knowing full well what she was doing to her shrunk and bound sub. 

She stood up and stepped over the little man over to her exercise bike which had a few more rubber bands hanging on the handle bars.  She grabbed two of them and then proceeded back to the workout bench.  This time, she took a seat on Cameron so that his nose was pressed between her ass-cheeks, allowing her slave to take in full breathes of her anus.

“Mmmmm!” moaned the bound submissive as he was introduced to her very smelly, warm, pheromone-rich anal-odor.

Meanwhile, Mistress Sara leaned forward a tad, and grabbed Cameron’s ball sack, which caused the shrunken man to squirm.  His fists were visible next to his hips, and they quivered as the giantess clutched and pulled on his sack with her large hand.  She proceeded to wrap a band very tightly around the base of his nuts, and pulled it tightly to make them bulge.  She tied the band, securing Cameron’s nuts within.

Next, she proceeded to stroke his shaft very gently to get it at its fullest engorgement.

“This may hurt a bit, Cameron,” she said, looking back behind her to address the slave beneath her ass. 

Mistress Sara proceeded to wrap another rubber band around the base of the penis’ helmet, pulling on it tightly, which squeezed more precum out.  She then held her index finger near the middle Cameron’s throbbing shaft.  With her left hand, she pulled on the dick so that it bent backwards over her finger.

“MMMMMPPP!!” Cameron exclaimed, feeling his dick pop in the middle as Mistress Sara proceeded to bind his cock to itself. 

With a huge smile on her face, Mistress Sara felt the tiny man’s rapid breathing between her cheeks, warming them up nicely.  She proceeded to rub and tickle the tortured, bound penis to keep it hard, despite the fact that it was bent back upon itself. 

“Aww, poor widdle Cameron…having to be punished by his mistress,” she said teasingly.  “Hey, at least you are being allowed to sniff my ass,” she said with a chuckle as she continued to poke, stroke, rub, and tease his restrained manhood.

Cameron was in a heavenly hell.  He loved the smell of Mistress Sara’s warm, fragrant ass.  And now, with his cock being bound, it was super-sensitive to her manipulations and teasing.  The more she played with him, the faster his breathing became.  He felt his cock trying to return to its normal, upright position, but the rubber band she had so masterfully used kept him bound held him firmly in check.

Mistress Sara then began to fondle his balls some, using her fingernails occasionally to lightly scratch and tease them.  Having slipped her finger in between his legs, she lightly dragged her long index fingernail up the scrotal nerve in his taint.  The tickling sensation caused him to jump as he was surprised by her nail.  She continued to drag her nail all the way up the thick cord of nerves that ran up the middle of his ball sack, and then up to his thick shaft. 

Cameron moaned with pleasure and pain at the attention, and wanted to spurt badly.  He then felt the mistress lift her feet from the floor and rest them on his legs, forcing him to bear most of her weight upon his face, which was pleasantly immersed in her ass.

The sounds of Cameron trying to inhale between her cheeks amused Mistress Sara.  She relished the feeling of having her sub sniff her ass.  She knew that this was torture for him in that he always enjoyed being able to lick her ass, or even be inserted within.  She continued to watch the bound cock flex and flare within the rubber band’s binding.  Making sure to not let him deflate, Mistress Sara proceeded to lean forward, readjusting herself on Cameron’s face to press his nose right against her anus, and continued to rub and play with his manhood for a moment.

“Oh, I have an idea!” she said, setting her feet on the floor and standing up. 

Cameron was able to breathe and recover some much needed oxygen as Mistress Sara went to the dresser drawer in the corner, opened it up, and pulled out an opaque bottle.  He was in a sub-space state of mind as the giantess took her seat once more upon his face.  She readjusted herself on his bound face to make sure his nose was back where it belonged…pressed against her asshole.

Mistress Sara popped open the bottle, which said KY on it.  She squirted a few drops onto his exposed cock and balls, and then closed the lid, setting the bottle on the floor.

“Mmmmmmm,” moaned the shrunken sub from beneath her crotch as Mistress Sara began to massage the warming lubricant on his manhood.

The feeling of the giantess’s hands caressing his package aided in the tingling warmth that quickly began to radiate through his midsection.  He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to keep from exploding, but if this was Mistress Sara’s application of discipline, he’d happily accept this for the rest of his life.

Mistress Sara then leaned back and brought her feet up to Cameron’s cock.  She felt his breathing cease as her cheeks fully closed upon his nose.  Knowing that she had a few moments to tease him, she pinched the thickened, entrapped cock between her big and second toes of her right foot, and with the toes of her left foot, proceeded to squeeze and scrunch his bulging, reddened nuts sack.

“You’re all slipper now,” Mistress Sara said with a childish tone to her voice, relishing in the punishing attention she was able to give her favorite pet.

“MMMMM!!” Cameron moaned with pleasure at the new prodding.

Mistress Sara wrapped her arms around her knees, which were pulled back into her breasts, and clutched her hands together as she played with Cameron some more.  She felt the tiny man begin to squirm and struggle, his face completely immersed in her ass-cheeks. 

“MMMM!!!” grunted the shrunken man. 

The feeling of Mistress Sara’s toes playing with his cock would normally have sent him over the edge, but with the binding rubber band in place, he was being kept from ejaculating.  The giantess smiled as she felt his pliable testes within her toe’s clutches.  Cameron’s hands were trembling from the attention, and she knew that she had to let him get a breath.

Mistress Sara set her feet on the floor and scooted up off his face.  She heard the sounds of uninhibited inhales through Cameron’s nose, allowing him a few seconds of air.

“You’re doing so well, Cameron,” she said, looking back over her right shoulder at her red-faced sub, “but we’ve still got more punishment for you to endure.”

Cameron was in such a submissive state of mind as the warm, smelly, sweaty anus came back to press heavily upon his face.  He took a deep breath which was mostly mixed with ass-odor as his face was made to bear his mistress’s weight yet again.  A moment later, the intensity grew upon his face as the giantess converted him completely into her seat.  He felt her toes return to his bound, throbbing cock and balls, one set pinching around his pulsating half-chub shaft, and the other set of toes clutching and grasping at his balls again.  The continued presence of the warming stimulant was driving him crazy.

“MMMMmmmm!!”

Mistress Sara couldn’t tell if her sub had just cried out in pain, or if it had been an expression of pleasure.  She could see precum beginning to drip from the nearly purple tip of her slave’s penis, having finally made its way through the constricted urethral tube.  She began to ease up on her teasing.  She didn’t want him to cum…yet.

To keep herself from temptation, Mistress Sara lowered her feet back to the floor, and she scooted up a smidge, readjusting herself to allow for Cameron to be able to breathe through his nose sufficiently between her cheeks.  She remained like that for a few moments, allowing her sub to catch his breath.  She watched his penis remain quite plump and throbbing, and a devious smile came across her face.

Cameron felt the weight of his giantess mistress lift from his face, and blinked a few times as he readjusted to the light.  Mistress Sara had stepped over the bench, and proceeded to pull on the knot on the band around his cock.

“MMmm!” he moaned as a dribble of his own precum flung out of the tip of his urethra and landed on his cheek.

Next, he felt the band around his balls release, and his package was able to flourish with full blood flow.  The giantess then proceeded to untie the band that had been over his mouth.

“How’s that condom-cleaning coming?” she asked.

Cameron opened his mouth as wide as he could, revealing the wad of latex within, which made Mistress Sara laugh.  She reached in and pulled it out. 

“I think it’s time you sucked on something else,” she said, tossing the spent condom to the floor.

She stepped back over the workbench and lowered her moistened womanhood upon Cameron’s shrunken but throbbing cock.

“AHHH!” the bound man exclaimed in ecstasy.

“I think it’s time I fucked you!” Mistress Sara said.

Mistress Sara was so overcome with her sex-drive she couldn’t contain herself any longer.  She brought her feet up to Cameron’s face, and proceeded to shove the big toe of her right foot into his mouth, which made his cheeks bulge.  She then placed her left foot on the side of Cameron’s face, her toes splaying as they slightly clutched at his skin in a pseudo-grip.  Despite the roof of his mouth being scraped slightly by her big toe, Cameron was lost in the world of his mistress’s moist pussy that immersed his cock.

“SUCK MY TOE, BITCH!” she exclaimed as she began to arch her back as she felt Cameron’s mouth create a much of a vacuum around her digit as possible while his tongue undulated against the underside.

The giantess then began to rock herself back and forth on his groin while rubbing her clit with her right hand and leaning back to support herself with her left arm.  She began to moan wildly, despite not being able to feel much of Cameron’s little cock.  It didn’t matter to her as she vigorously rubbed her clitoris.

“DON’T CUM!! DON’T YOU CUM, CAMERON!!” she exclaimed while breathing rapidly.

The bound sub’s face tensed up as his release was near.  He knew he wouldn’t last too much longer, but wasn’t sure how to keep from doing so.  It felt too good not to climax.

Sensing Cameron’s plight, Mistress Sara set her right hand on the bench as well, and then in a flash, pulled her toe out of his little mouth.  The giantess lifted herself off of his cock, and hastily lowered her wet pussy to his face, straddling the workout bench once more.  She then began to grind harder and harder on him.

“AAAHH!!  AAAAHHHH!!  FUUUCKK!! AAAAHHHH!!!!” the giant woman exclaimed, riding Cameron’s face to completion.

The shrunken man was immersed in her sweet, smelly, pungent discharge, which he graciously sucked in and lapped at.  His own cock, however, remained throbbing at attention, but left full of ammunition once more.

Mistress Sara continued to undulate on Cameron’s face for several moments while smiling and laughing.  Knowing that she had left her sub’s penis just in the nick of time before he climaxed was the ultimate punishment that she could administer to any man.  She enjoyed the feeling of his tongue lapping at her spasming vaginal walls and labia.  She fanned herself with her hand as she calmed down, catching her breath while smothering Cameron.  After several seconds, she stood up and stepped forward, turning around to observe Cameron and his package that glistened from her juices.

“Aw, you were so close, weren’t you?” she said, lifting her right foot and petting Cameron’s cheek with her toes.  “Well, maybe better luck next time, little man.”

Mistress Sara then took a seat once more on Cameron’s restrained face, and proceeded to pull her panties and jean-shorts up and over her knees.  As she remained seated on her sub, she also reached down and picked up her bra and t-shirt.  She took her time to get dressed, allowing Cameron to soak in her femininity a little while longer before standing up and finishing pulling up her panties and shorts.

Cameron lay still as his giantess-mistress proceeded to unbind all of the rubber bands from the bench one by one.  He felt them give as she freed him.  After collecting the nearly twenty bands, she proceeded to hang them back on the peg on the wall, and then approached Cameron.

“Sit up,” she said with a kind, soft voice.

Cameron sat up, his cock dripping from the lack of release.  Mistress Sara sat down next to him, and wrapped her arm around him, giving him a hug.  She caressed his head, holding it against her breasts as Cameron sniffled. 

“This will take a few minutes for us.  That was an intense session, wasn’t it?” she said.

“Yes…Mistress,” Cameron responded.

“You made me very happy so far today.  I was actually worried I had lost you when you weren’t on my ankle-chain earlier.  I needed a good excuse to fuck with you, though.  I hope my trampling wasn’t too harsh,” Mistress Sara said, looking down at half-sized man.

“N-n-no, no, Mistress.  You could never trample me too much, or too harshly, Mistress,” Cameron said, keeping his eyes closed as he enjoyed the intimacy that was building between the two.

It was moments like this that made him feel…loved.  That Mistress Sara would actually take the time to make sure that he was alright, after using him for her own pleasure and purpose.  The fact that she held him so closely, despite what he smelled like, made him feel valued and cherished.

“Good boy, my dear,” the giantess said, ending her hug and standing up.  “To help prepare for tonight, I have some chores for you to do.  I need that bench to be disinfected, and let me get some of the toys that will be used, too, so you can disinfect them.  They’ve already been sprayed after I used them last, but I’d rather make sure that they’re clean.”

Cameron watched as Mistress Sara picked up her KY, walked over to the dresser and put the lubricant back.  She then opened a closet door next to the dresser that he hadn’t noticed before, as it seemed to be an almost hidden door.  A moment later, she emerged with a spray bottle of green liquid, and a few white wash clothes. 

“Here, you can start with the bench, and I’ll get the other things,” she said, handing the bottle and cloths to Cameron, who hopped to the floor.

The bottle of liquid was quite heavy for his size, as it was also near half of his size, too.  A moment later, Mistress Sara walked back over with a bright pink silicone plumber’s elbow, for the lack of a better descriptor.  The contraption was about two-inches wide in circumference, and had a 90 degree bend in it.  Each side was of the openings was about four-inches in length.  Attached to the back of it was a set of black leather straps with metal studs, and two buckles.  It became apparent to Cameron that this was a strap-on implement that was meant to accommodate a shrunken submissive.

“We’re going to have so much fun tonight, Cameron,” Mistress Sara said, smiling down at the shrunken man.  “I’m going to go upstairs and start getting ready.  This needs to be clean inside and out.  Also, you’ll want to put some Vaseline in this little slit here,” she said, pointing to a slot towards the inner elbow’s joint, “because your little dick will stick out there, and well, I don’t want you to chafe.”

Cameron gulped as his anticipation for the evening’s activities began to build.  He watch Mistress Sara set the strap-on down on another bench nearby.  She then set the jar of Vaseline next to it, as well.

“When you’re done cleaning up down here, come find me upstairs.  I need to get you cleaned up so you’re presentable to the ladies, tonight,” Mistress Sara said before turning and walking out of the dungeon area.

 

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