Olivia groaned as she awoke, the familiar climb to consciousness weighed down by a dense cloud of muddled sensation.  Her thoughts struggled through the waking fog, until she received her first real sense of her surroundings.  She could feel pressure around her wrists, waist, and ankles, along with a tightness in her throat.  The weight on her chest and stomach and the tightness in her back told her she was spread-eagled on her stomach.

"What..." Olivia managed, before she broke out in a dry, hacking cough into the satin bed sheets.  She cleared her throat and tried again.  "What the fuck happened?"

She rolled over, her movements sluggish and her thoughts still hazy.  It was a few seconds before she realized she hadn't actually moved very far at all.  She was still on her stomach, limbs splayed to the four winds.

"Why," she started, then coughed again.  "Why can't I move my..." she trailed off, her eyes finally managing to focus on more than the red plane of the bedsheet in her face.  She looked up, head still drooping, and saw her wrists had been secured in padded leather bindings, each tied to a bracket on a pole at the corners of the king-sized bed.  Working some feeling back into her legs as she tried to move, she could tell her ankles had likewise been bound to poles at the foot of the bed. 

No, not poles.  Arches.  There were two arches installed at the head of the bed, one slightly taller and wider than the other.  It looked like they were built with some sort of track or rail system installed.  Olivia suspected she would find a similar set-up at her feet.

Olivia tried looking for more detail in the dimly-lit room, but her restraints severely limited what she could see.  There was an overhead lamp that seemed to focus light on her and the bed, leaving most of the room in darkness.  It reminded Olivia of an interrogation scene in a movie, before her thoughts turned to an operating table in a mad scientist's lab.  Was that why the sheets were red?

Olivia felt her muddled confusion rapidly becoming fear, and she forced herself to take a few deep breaths before her emotions graduated to a full-on panic.  She tried to process how she had ended up here.  Her memory was still a little foggy, but she vaguely remembered enough hours in front of a computer to give her a stiff back, then grabbing some vaguely healthy take-out - was it a Mango-Açai shake like usual? - before taking a shower and throwing on her pajamas.  Had she crawled into bed?  No, she had been waiting for something, hadn't she?  Or was it someone?  She was clearly forgetting something.

Olivia found she could remember nothing between slipping on her cute babydoll outfit, and waking up strapped to a bed.  "Naked," she noted aloud, realizing the only coverings on her body were the cuffs on the restraints about her wrists, waist, and ankles.

Though, that wasn't completely true.  She could feel a soft cord or ribbon wrapped snug around her throat.  That definitely wasn't there when she went to bed.

"Oh good, you're awake."

Olivia startled at the sound, quiet though it was.  Her head had cleared considerably, but she hadn't had the wherewithal to notice anyone else in the room until they spoke.  Though, now that Olivia had heard the voice - and despite some vigorous rolling and jerking of her head and restrained body - she couldn't find its source.

"Settle down, Pet," the voice said.  This time Olivia could tell it came from somewhere in front of her on the bed, though all Olivia could see was an orthopedic pillow - also wrapped in crimson-colored satin.  "I want to have some fun with you.  No need to stress out, yet."  The voice giggled.  "No, that only comes when I want it to.  And fair warning, pet - I expect the same of you."

Olivia stared at the pillow, her muddled thoughts beginning to wonder if someone had left a phone laying on top of it, playing some adult movie.  Her thoughts rejected that idea a moment later when a tiny pair of thigh-high boots kicked into the air over the pillow.  A moment later, a tiny woman sat up in the crease of the pillow, making her presence known.

Olivia couldn't help but stare at the impossible sight.  The woman's waist-length hair was as red as the sheets, and was worn in a ponytail held together by half a dozen hairbands along its length. She wore blood-red lipstick with dark eyeshadow, though given how small the woman was, Olivia couldn't make out an eye color.  A tiny leather corset narrowed her slim waist and pressed tightly against her modest chest.  The belted-on black, leather, thigh-high boots had a wicked heel, and she preserved a modesty as small as she was with a matching leather thong.  She would have been picture perfect for Olivia's mental image of a dominatrix -  if her entire body wasn't shorter than Olivia's forearm.

"Have a good stare, pet?  It's not everyday you get to see the impossible, so I'll forgive your transgression this one time."  The tiny dominatrix's smile was almost predatory.  "This one time, but no further. "

Olivia blinked.  This isn't possible.  That idea dominated her thoughts, to the point of briefly pushing aside her compromised situation.

"How... Who...  What are you?"

The tiny woman laughed, a full-on belly laugh that sounded like birdsong faintly echoing in a padded room.  She crossed one leg over the other, bouncing her foot lightly as she sat on the edge of the pillow.

"I am human, my pet, just smaller than you would expect.  But that is none of your concern."  The tiny dominatrix licked her lips.  "As far as you are concerned, I am your owner.  Your Mistress.  And you will address me as such."

That bold declaration pushed through Olivia's surprise and awe at the impossible sight.  The confusion, unease, and fear that had been with her since her awaking now came to the fore of her thoughts.

"How did I get here?" Olivia asked, the fear coloring her voice.  "Why was I brought here?"

The tiny dominatrix casually reached back behind her and picked up something about the length and width of her tiny forearm.  She slipped her arm through a pair of straps on the bottom of the device, until she wore it like a strange amalgam of a keyboard and a vambrace.  She touched a few buttons in a rapid sequence, and Olivia felt the cuffs around her wrists and ankles begin to pull.

"The how of your predicament, my pet, is less important than the why.  Suffice to say it involved a fun little cocktail of sedatives and suppressants to render you defenseless and pliable, just the way I like." 
As Olivia felt her limbs pulled to the point her joints were beginning to feel some strain, the tension on her bindings steadied.

At that point, the tiny woman slid smoothly off the pillow, leaning back against it for balance when her high-heeled boots proved a bit challenging to balance in while standing on a gel mattress.

"As for why you're here with me, I thought I made that abundantly clear."  The tiny domme steadied herself, and marched right up until she was only a couple inches from Olivia's nose. 

Olivia could make out more details of the tiny domme's tight little body, including details too small to notice when the tiny wasn't right before Olivia's eyes.  She was thin and tall - proportionally speaking.  She was quite fit, though Olivia wouldn't call her athletic.  The muscles in her thighs were on proud display as they worked to keep her steady on the bed, and her creamy arms crossed beneath her modest chest, the small swells accentuated by the tight corset.

Her eyes are so green, Olivia thought, their brightness and color enchanting.  The teensy, tiny freckles running down her cheeks and displayed across the top of her chest would have had Olivia trying to get her number, in a less dangerous circumstance.

"You, my pet, are here because I want you here.  You are mine, now."  The tiny domme took a step closer, and ran her hand down the side of Olivia's nose.  She grabbed the nostril, and stared intently into Olivia's right eye.  Her tiny face was flushed with excitement.

"Yes, you are mine, Pet.  And I am in a mood to play."

The tiny Mistress took a step back and pressed a few more buttons on her armband.  Olivia felt her arms being lifted higher into the air.  Whatever pulley system controlled the tension on her cuffs was also on the track system, and the brackets or pulleys attached to her wrist cuffs were climbing higher, lifting Olivia's torso and exposing her chest.  The all-natural double-D's rolled back until they just barely rested on the mattress, Olivia's pink nipples and half-dollar areolas were almost flat, the surrounding flesh covered in goosebumps.

Mistress licked her lips at the fleshy orbs, each of which must have weighed several times as much as she did.  The faint sheen of fear-sweat made them glisten in the overhead light.

"What are you doing to me?" Olivia asked, now beginning to realize just how much control this tiny domme had over her.

"Mistress," the tiny woman said, a disappointed frown on her face.  "I told you before that you will address me as Mistress.  This is twice now that you have failed to listen.  And I will not stand for a disobedient pet."

Mistress tapped a few more keys, and the bindings on Olivia's wrists began to pull again.  She could feel her shoulders stretching, the pain constant and present, but not overwhelming.  More an extreme discomfort than an injury in progress.

Olivia grunted at the pain, and Mistress' frown deepened.  "I said, you will address me as Mistress.  Is that understood, Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," Olivia grumbled, grudgingly.  "I understand."

Mistress smirked at that.   She pressed another button, and the tightness in Olivia's shoulders relaxed back to a constant tension.

"It makes me happy to hear you behaving, Pet.  I am a strong believer in cause and effect.  A disobedient pet will be punished.   So how do you think your Mistress treats a well-behaved, obedient pet?"

It took Olivia a moment longer than she would have liked to respond.  This tiny dominatrix had power over her - could likely hurt or even cripple Olivia, using her mechanical restraints as a modern torture rack - and so Olivia would play along for the time being. 

No, it wasn't defiance that delayed her response.  It took Olivia longer to answer because she could still feel something muddling the edges of her thoughts.  Whatever chemical cocktail Mistress had drugged Olivia with was still working its way through Olivia's system.  Still, Olivia managed to answer before Mistress could punish her again.

"A good pet gets rewarded?  Is that right, Mistress?"

Mistress smiled, and Olivia found herself almost falling for the tiny woman.  That smile on her sexy little face was absolutely adorable.  Even as her helpless situation kept her tense, Olivia couldn't help but be attracted to the tiny Mistress.  What the hell was in those drugs? 

"Very good, Pet," Mistress said, walking right up to Olivia's left breast.  She reached out a tiny hand, and began to gently caress the nipple.  "Continue to be good, and I will reward you handsomely."  Mistress knelt down before the nipple, and ran her soft, wet tongue from bottom to top of the tender organ, bringing up a soft whimper from Olivia along with it.  Mistress put her whole mouth on the nipple and sucked for a few seconds, helping the sensitive bud to grow.  Mistress dragged her teeth across the bud as it outgrew her oral ministrations. 

"But if you misbehave again, my pet, then that will see further, and more creative punishments."  Mistress grasped the growing nipple with both hands and gave it a pinch and twist.  A jolt of pleasure was quickly overridden with the sharp pain of an oddly-effective tiddie-twister, but the point was well-made.

"And just to be sure you take me seriously, Pet, I want to introduce you to my assistant.  While I intend for this evening to be all about me teaching you your new place in my life, I want to make sure you're aware that if I need heavy lifting, I have something capable of it at my beck and call.  Aidra, please step forward and introduce yourself."

Olivia heard a soft thump, thump from her right, and looked over to see another woman approach.  Her first instinct was to try and cover her nudity, but with her limbs bound, all she could manage was to fidget slightly, knocking her breast gently into her Mistress, and earning herself a sharp slap to the nipple.

When the feminine figure stepped into enough of the overhead light for Olivia to make out details, the bound woman realized that this newcomer wasn't a woman at all, at least not in the traditional or modern senses.  The newcomer was mostly metallic, resembling a series of dense metal cables and gyros arranged to approximate the form and motions of a woman.  Only the face and hands had been coated with a rather life-like polymer material, though the eyes seemed rather expressive.  They focused on Olivia's face, and blinked.

"Yes, Mistress," the machine said in a sultry, feminine voice that was strangely familiar. The lips didn't quite sync up with the sound, but they made a fair approximation.  "My name is A.I.D.R.A.  The acronym is short for Anthropomorphic Interface for Discerning Relaxation Activities.  I assist Mistress with actions she would not trust to a biological entity, as I am neither personally motivated nor capable of activity beyond the scope of my programming.  I am here to enact my Mistress' will for any task beyond her current physical or electromechanical capability.  This includes the handling of disobedient pets."

Aidra made a swatting motion, and Olivia felt her ass-cheeks clench in anticipation.

The slap never landed.  Instead, Aidra's hand came to a stop less than a millimeter from Olivia's curvy rear.   Olivia could feel a warmth radiating from the mechanical palm poised over her posterior.  After a three count, Aidra returned the arm to its side. Or is it 'her' side? Olivia thought.

Olivia breathed a small sigh of relief, though her situation hadn't really improved.  She was still completely naked, and restrained to the bed.  The restraints on her legs and waist kept her flat against the bed from the waist down, and her head and shoulders were raised up by the retraints on her wrists.  To say she was in a compromised position would be an understatement.  To say she was in the perfect position to grant her tiny captor unhindered access to her plump breasts would just be stating the obvious.

The tiny dominatrix - who Olivia only knew as Mistress - smiled and stepped back towards the pillow she'd been relaxing in earlier. 

"Don't worry, Pet.  Aidra won't get involved unless I explicitly ask her, or there is some concern for my safety.  Aidra has been programmed by someone I consider a genius, and whom I trust implicitly, so don't bother trying to override my control or to countermand my commands.  Besides, she's here more for my convenience than any sort of insurance.  I'm quite capable on my own."

When Mistress turned and crouched beside the pillow - putting her tight ass on full display - Olivia felt her dry mouth begin to rehydrate.  Saliva started to drip, and even began to pool in her mouth.  She felt a powerful desire to take a nibble of that tight, freckled, little ass.  It took Mistress a few moments of running her hand under the pillow before she found what she was looking for, and Olivia enjoyed every second of the search.

Finally, Mistress withdrew a handful of rings or collars from beneath it, each with tiny, blinking lights in a neutral, or maybe cautious, yellow.

"When it comes to training, I prefer a more personal touch," Mistress said.  She walked back to Olivia's breast, and she reached out to run her hand along the edge of the areola.  A shiver ran the entire length of Olivia's body.

"Now, pay attention, Pet," Mistress said.  As she knelt before the massive mammary, she ran her hand down from the top of the areola to the tip of the fast-growing nipple.  "This will be the first game of many you'll play tonight.  I suspect it will set the tone for how the rest of our playtime will go, so I strongly recommend you behave yourself.  This game is simple.  I am going to attach a couple of my Succubus' Kiss devices to your breasts.  To do so, I am going to have to spend some time in direct contact with these stiff, sensitive nipples of yours." 

Mistress gently slapped the nipple before her, and Olivia let out a small moan as she shivered again.  Mistress' face lit up with an expectant smile.

"While I take my time attaching these, and getting to know your lovely breasts even better, you are not to move, or make a sound.  I can't rightly punish you for some involuntary shivering - I have a talented touch, after all - but if you moan, or whimper, or try to pull away, then you have broken the rules of the game, and will be punished, as any disobedient pet should."

Mistress leaned forward and licked the nipple between her hands, caressing the side and touching the handful of bands to the sensitive nub.  Olivia fought to remain still, but the tiniest whimper escaped her closed lips.  Mistress' smile widened.

"We start now.  Aidra, be a dear and put on some mood music."

"Yes Mistress.  Now playing Atmospheric Playtime Compilation Number 3."

Soft, warm string music began playing from Aidra's body, the sounds helping relax some of the fear and stress tension throughout Olivia's body, while an up-tempo percussive portion spoke to the more primitive parts of the brain and got her blood pumping.  Between the setting, the atmosphere, and the tiny hands caressing her nipple, Olivia could feel the warmth in her nethers growing.  She was surprised to find she was starting to get wet.

Olivia suppressed another sigh as one of the yellow-lit collars was wrapped around the base of her nipple.  A strap was pulled tight, and it took everything up to and including biting her own tongue to hold in the moan of pleasure building inside.

Mistress finished fastening her Succubus' Kiss device, and kissed the tip of the fully erect, and decidedly puffy nipple.  She ran her tongue around the edge of the love bud, then stood and stepped away.  Olivia caught herself making a small movement as she tried to angle her breast towards the tiny domme, but it seemed that Mistress decided not to punish her right away for showing interest in her ministrations.

Mistress trailed her hand along the breast as she walked in front of her Pet's considerable chest.  As she reached the cleavage, she couldn't help but push on both breasts at once, admiring the softness, and the give in both.  She must be imagining how incredibly comfortable it would be in their soft embrace. 

The tiny domme spared only a moment to indulge herself before continuing to Olivia's other breast, where she repeated her play.  She caressed the areola and played with the breast.  She licked and kissed the nipple, working it to its fulness before securing her device to the aroused love bud.

It had been difficult for Olivia to comply with the rules of the game.  A tiny part of her wanted to fight her captor, and not play into her games, but that was not the part that made behaving so difficult.  No, it was the pleasure that made it so difficult.  The soft, sensual, libidinous touch Olivia experienced made keeping silent - and resisting the temptation to pursue greater pleasure - oh so problematic.

But she had endured.

"You have done well, Pet," Mistress said with a brilliant smile, as she walked back between Olivia's breasts.  "And as a well-behaved pet, I believe it's time for your reward."  Mistress pressed a couple buttons on her armband, and then Olivia felt it.  It was incredible.

The devices on her nipples came alive.  They felt like a heavenly combination of the soft, gentle pressure of a tongue and lips sucking and making out with her nipples, enhanced with an electric tingle that ran the length of her spine and set her nerve endings alight.  It was a pleasure that no human body could generate.  It was magical.

Olivia gasped and threw back her head.  The game now over, Olivia embraced the pleasure and cried out in a sensual moan.

"Mistress," she breathed, "these Kisses are amazing."

Mistress tittered an impish giggle, and leaned back between Olivia's gently heaving breasts, riding her excited breaths.

"Thank you, Pet.  They're something of an offshoot of the technology that went into making Aidra.  If you think my Succubus' Kisses are something, then you should consider begging for Aidra's touch when I'm through with you."

Mistress stepped away, a hint of reluctance flashing across her face, before that familiar, almost predatory smile returned.

"But enough about my assistant.  Tonight is about you and me.  And I think it's time I helped you understand a little more about our power dynamic." 

Mistress typed in a sequence on her keybracer, as Olivia had started to think of it.  And then Olivia felt herself leaving the bed behind.  The restraints on her ankles, and the belt on her waist all began to rise into the air.  In seconds, only Olivia's nipples were in contact with the soft red sheets, and then an adjustment to the belt and the arm restraints pulled her chest up another inch, then two, then three.  She was suspended, spread-eagled, half a foot above the bed.  And that sight had brought a rapturous expression to Mistress' face.

"My, my, Pet.  Just look at you.  You're incredible.  Curvy in all the right places, with gym-carved muscle beneath.  Oh, I'm so glad I chose you for this,"  Mistress said, with a playful smirk.  She glanced down at a wet spot some distance away, about the size of a puddle for the tiny domme.  "And it looks like you're just as excited as I am."

Mistress began to walk beneath Olivia's suspended body, her eyes wandering over every inch, just as her hands were caressing the breasts she ducked under.

"I can't begin to express how this makes me feel, pet.  I am standing here beneath a goddess in the flesh.  The perfect woman is looming over me, so large I could disappear inside her and no one would ever notice."  Mistress bit her lip, and her hand trailed down her taught tummy to caress her womanhood through her leather thong.  "And this goddess, this powerful, alluring creature, is mine to command, held captive to my mercy and pleasured by my good graces.  Oh, it sets a fire in me, Pet."  She rubbed a little faster, before a frown crossed her face.

"Though, there's something not quite right with this situation.  Wouldn't you agree, Pet?"  Olivia wanted to agree - she had been kidnapped by a woman she could step on, she was at her mercy, and worst of all, she was finding the whole situation hot as hell, but Mistress didn't pause long enough for Olivia to respond.  The question must have been rhetorical.

"My issue is that, despite being the dominant one in our relationship, I seem to be on the bottom."  Mistress put her hand on her cocked hip and shook her other hand with a sassy finger raised.  "Uh uh.  That's not gonna fly with me.  As your Mistress, I should be on top in this relationship.  So I'm going to set the rules of our next game."

Mistress typed out a shorter command, and Olivia felt her right leg descending.  While that was happening, Olivia couldn't help but stare at Mistress wedging her head between the pair of giant tits and motorboating like a tiny champion.  She kept going until Olivia couldn't hold in a chuckle, which jiggled her breasts and pushed Mistress far enough away to break the spell of the Tiddy Trap.

"Right," Mistress said, recomposing herself.  "For this next game, we're going to see just how steady you can be, Pet.  It's true I have you restrained so you can't hurt me, but no control is absolute save death, and I need you alive and conscious to enjoy our play.  I will be climbing up your lowered leg, all the way up to the small of your back.  Your job is, again, to stay perfectly still.  I doubt you can move enough to hurl me from this bed, but you can make the trip unpleasant, or perhaps even cause me to tumble back down.  You are to resist this temptation.  If I make it safely, you'll be rewarded with even more pleasure than last time.  But if you try to repel me, expect the punishment to be appropriate to the crime."

Mistress patted the hanging tits fondly, and Olivia thought she heard the Mistress say, "see you girls in a minute," before she headed south towards Olivia's sole foot resting on the bed.

Mistress snapped shut the thin leather strap at her hip, securing another of her Succubus' Kiss rings for her climb.  This one was a little different than the ones on Olivia's nipples, and she was looking forward to seeing how well she could deploy it at her current size.  She also looked forward to seeing her Pet's reaction to it.  When Mistress had tested it on herself, she had lain in bed for hours in a state of bliss.

Mistress pulled herself from her reverie and continued to walk beneath the sexy ceiling that was her Pet, though she slowed again as she passed beneath Olivia's pelvis.  She could see a strand of fluid dangling from the edge of her Pet's neatly trimmed landing strip overhead.  She watched as it ponderously stretched down to the small puddle in the sheets, the strand of arousal snapping once the drip made contact with the sheets.  Mistress couldn't help but admit to herself how heady her Pet's aroma was.  She was almost reluctant she hadn't reached out to catch and taste her Pet's love nectar, but consoled herself with the knowledge that she would soon have as much nectar as she desired.  Maybe even more than she could handle.

"Mmm," Mistress moaned, the mental picture doing wonders for her libido.  She was thankful for the tight leather over her own mound, or it would have been obvious even to her giant Pet that she was positively gushing at this point.

Mistress took one last deep breath and forced herself to continue.  She walked beside the large, shapely leg coming down from on high.  She admired the softness of the creamy-smooth skin, tenderized by the sedentary nature of an office job, but hiding muscle toned by regular exercise.  Mistress had to chuckle to herself.  She suspected that today, she herself would be getting the real workout.

She still could hardly believe everything had come together.  She had gotten the anasthesia, the suppressants, and most importantly her shrinking solutions to work perfectly.  She had reached out to a colleague of a dear friend for help making the frame and winches that enabled her to maintain control over her Pet.  And most importantly, she had found the perfect woman to fill that role.  Most people would be doing everything in their power to escape at this point - though to be fair, Mistress had been quite thorough in taking away all physical options for resistance - but it went beyond just her submissive acceptance.

Mistress had seen the hunger in her Pet's eyes.  She might not be fully on board, at least not yet.  She might be biding her time - Mistress admitted to herself she had become a little lost in her Pet's prodigious chest for a while there, and may have overlooked signs of disobedience - but her Pet was also aroused by the whole situation, and Mistress fully intended to leverage that.  She would take full advantage of the fear, suspicion, and aggression suppressants that seemed to be working so well.

Mistress glanced up at Aidra as she reached the buttery-smooth arch of her Pet's foot.  The robotic sex-aid was the culmination of a concerted effort between people far more knowledgeable about electronics than she, but so far the results had been positive in her solo tests.  She was looking forward to putting her sex-aid to work once things really started heating up.

Mistress' attention was called back to her Pet when the foot she brushed against twitched at her touch.  It still amazed her just how large her pet was; the foot she stood beside was longer than Mistress was tall.  She smirked, a mischievous thought coming to mind.  Without an ounce of hesitation she leapt onto the arch of the foot, her arms spread wide, and her face and corset rubbing against the smooth and well-cared for appendage.

The foot twitched.  Hard.  Mistress flew a couple inches and landed on her back, laughing at the ride she'd been given. The reaction was likely involuntary, but Mistress made a note that some sort of punishment, no matter how mild, was now due.

Mistress approached the foot again, this time leaning gently against the instep, slowly adding her weight, and taking time to appreciate the large appendage before her.  Mistress was pleased to find her Pet had not only washed, but must have used a pumice stone and floral scented soaps before she was taken.  Mistress wasn't much of a foot person, but this impossibly soft and soothingly-scented plane was calling to her.  Maybe awakening something in her.

She twisted herself onto the foot entire, rubbing herself gently into the soft, floral-scented sole.  It felt like lying on a mix between a gel mattress and a water bed.  The foot curled, and the sole beneath Mistress wrinkled.  Mistress ran her fingers over the contour, marveling that she could lay her entire arm in the space between the wrinkles. 

Feeling adventurous, Mistress kissed, then licked the wrinkled sole beneath her.  Then she nibbled gently on one of the wrinkles, and the heel bucked into the air.  Mistress found herself suddenly sliding towards the toes and barked a surprised laugh, managing to roll onto her back before landing with her knees bent and her legs straddling her Pet's middle toe.  The toes around her clenched - not hard, or not dangerously so, but her legs were caught between the toes, and the pad of the toe she straddled pushed against her pelvis.  She could feel the motion of the toe through her leather thong.

She couldn't help herself.  She lost control.

She started grinding against the toe she straddled, enjoying the sensations of the surrounding toes holding her legs in place.  Before she could think about it, she kissed the pad of the toe before her, licked it, sucked on it as she had her Pet's nipple minutes ago.  She wasn't there yet, not by half, but something about this situation was pushing her closer, and closer, until-

"Mistress, you have been restrained for 30 seconds.  Would you like me to assist, or else enact punishment on your behalf?"

-the fucking sex-aid pulled her out of her lust-filled trance.

"No, Aidra, that will be alright.  Pet?  I suggest you release me at this moment.  You have already broken the rules of the game, and should expect to be punished once this game is complete, but the severity of the punishment has yet to be determined."

Mistress felt the toes unclench, though there was definitely some stickiness from fresh sweat.  She peeled herself off the toe, leaving behind a cum-smear where she'd been sitting.  She was almost reluctant to leave.  The toes had been soft, firm, and possessive - all things Mistress enjoyed.

But no, it was time to move on.  There were bigger and better things to be doing.  Like finally getting to the game where I can get this damn corset and thong off, Mistress thought to herself.  She couldn't help but rub her clit a couple times through the leather thong.  Fuck, I need to kick things into gear.

Mistress turned to face her Pet, and was presented with the glorious sight of the creamy sole; the firm, smooth, well-stoned heel; a nice, tight calf; and a delicious thigh; all of them leading up to the adult bouncy castle her Pet had cultivated for an ass.  It wasn't too far a climb, but when Mistress dropped to her hands and knees and placed a sloppy kiss on her Pet's wrinkled sole, she resolved that this game would take exactly as long as it would take, and not a second less.  Then she began her slow, intimate ascent.

Olivia was conflicted. Very conflicted. She had been kidnapped and tied into some complicated restraint system, and was now being ordered around by a sexy little dominatrix, who Olivia was pretty sure had just made out with her toe. Now the snack-sized redhead was crawling her way up Olivia's thigh, stopping frequently to kiss and lick her skin. It was so weird, and freaky, and Olivia should probably be trying to get away.

So why was she desperate for the tiny domme to hurry the fuck up and get her lips and tongue somewhere more sensitive?

It wouldn't be that simple, she knew. This delay was all part of a game, one Mistress had dictated, and which required Olivia to keep her leg completely still. Something which she'd failed to do, repeatedly. Aside from a couple early jerks, Olivia had constrained herself to involuntary shivers as Mistress crawled her way up Olivia's thigh, kissing and licking the skin as she climbed.

Something about that that bothered Olivia. She had already been brought here and restrained against her will, and now she was trying to restrain herself further for this Mistress' games? Why was she doing this? Why was she cooperating? Sure, she couldn't get away on her own, but why did she comply with this tiny, demanding, sexy little dominatrix?

Another shiver ran down Olivia's spine as she felt Mistress' tongue lapping at her bountiful ass, right where it met her thigh. Right. That's why. Olivia tried to calm her thoughts, but it was hard. Her pussy had been leaking like a motel faucet since before Mistress started her climb, and now that the tiny domme had reached her ass, this game was likely coming to an end.

"I'm amazed, Pet," Mistress said. Her tone wasn't sarcastic or arrogant. She sounded genuinely awed. "This ass of yours is a thing of beauty. A thing of wonder!" Mistress climbed to her feet, the tiny heels of her thigh-high boots digging into Olivia's proud asset like tiny needles. Then Mistress began to jump up and down.

"As a little girl I loved bouncy castles. As a teen, I was disappointed whenever I realized I was outgrowing them. I never expected to find something better as an adult, but you have shattered my expectations."

Mistress jumped one last time to belly-flop on the middle of Olivia's right cheek. The tiny woman must have weighed less than a pound, yet she still made a small indentation in the soft asscheek. Laughing, Mistress rolled over until she was resting in Olivia's asscrack, and the bound woman reacted by reflex. She clenched her ass cheeks.

Immediately, Mistress began to flail about, trying to free herself, and Olivia felt a small amount of pleasure and self satisfaction, right up until she realized Mistress was still laughing at the situation.

"Sensitive back here, are we? Don't worry Pet, I did my research before I took you." The tiny domme had mostly extracted herself, this time onto Olivia's left cheek, and now she lay on her stomach, looking down at the tight pucker of Olivia's asshole. She reached down and gently caressed the brown eye, eliciting a squeak and another clench from Olivia.

"My research informed me that you are somewhat averse to others knocking on your backdoor," Mistress said, tapping the sphincter to the tune of 'Shave and a Haircut.' Mistress' tone was delighted, and quite playful. "Unlike most people, I have no compunctions about crossing boundaries, Pet, and with our game drawing to an end, I think it's time we correct your misbehavior."

Olivia squirmed, barely able to shift as she was held secure by the restraints on her wrists, ankles, and waist.

"You were tickling my foot," Olivia rushed to say. "I'm really sensitive there! I did the best I could. There's no need to do anything drastic-" Olivia's pleading stopped short as she felt a sudden shock from her nipples. Mistress must have activated the Succubus' Kiss she had attached to the love buds. It wasn't particularly painful. It was just enough to grab her attention. It reminded Olivia of the warning tone on a dog's shock collar, and she was suddenly quite concerned what the actual shock would feel like.

"Pet, I am not going to negotiate with you. The terms of the game were set, and broken. You were to keep your leg still, and yet you twice bucked me off. I'll be a kind mistress, and forgive the shivering - as I said my touch is quite talented." Mistress punctuated her point by caressing the circumference of Olivia's asshole. The cheeks clenched tighter about her arm, but Mistress just continued moving her fingers as if nothing had happened.

"Having broken the rules of the game, it is time for your punishment. And since you're so adverse to others touching your backdoor, I believe this will help the lesson sink in deeper than some others I had planned."

Mistress caressed the asshole one more time, and poked her index finger into sphincter. She laid back to luxuriate on the ass cheek to the echoes of Olivia's squeal. She checked her finger, which came away clean - she had made sure Aidra cleaned her Pet while they were getting her ready for tonight's session - and nodded approvingly. Lazily, she reached down and began unscrewing the spike heels from her boots, which she held out for Aidra to take away.

"Aidra, be a dear and help me prepare my Pet for her punishment."

The sexbot placed the heels aside and turned back to her Mistress. "How can I be of service, Mistress?"

Mistress smiled. "Please spread her asscheeks for me. I want unobstructed access to her backdoor."

Aidra gave an acknowledging nod, and reached for Olivia's pert ass.

Olivia felt Mistress roll and slide onto the small of her back before two powerful hands with warm, unyielding fingers grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide. Her asshole was on full display, and she could feel Mistress moving closer.

"Well done, Aidra. I absolutely love your programmer. Maybe she can join us for my next session," the Mistress jested with a tittering laugh. "Ah, but where are my manners. I shifted my focus from my Pet, and this moment is all about how we are going to deal with her failure."

Olivia tried shifting her hips from side to side, but found the sexbot's grip had removed much of what little freedom her restraints had allowed.

"Mistress, please, don't do this. I did my very best! If you have to punish me - and lets be honest, you really don't - I'm sure you can think of something that doesn't involve my asSON-OF-A-BITCH! What did you-"

Mistress laughed over Olivia's complaints, and instead of giving her Pet false hope, she just took action. She placed both boots at the entrance to Olivia's asshole, and in one, firm motion, she pushed her lower legs inside. It was a bit rough, going in dry to the knee, but fortunately Mistress had options.

"Aidra dear, would you be so kind as to provide a little lubrication?"

"It would be my pleasure, Mistress," Aidra said, and Olivia could hear a wet, throaty sound, like someone preparing to spit. Then Aidra hummed a drawn-out, "Aaaah," and Olivia felt a warm fluid slurp right onto her asshole. She jerked a bit in her restraints, but she didn't get very far. Her ass got a bit of a massage, before she felt Mistress remove her legs. There was some kicking around her pucker, before both legs slid back in, and then went further.

"Oh, Mistress," Olivia moaned, before catching herself. "Please, you really don't- Yeep!"

Olivia was cut off again as Mistress began to kick about as if she was treading water.

"Since you couldn't keep your leg still, and bucked me about twice, I think a fitting punishment would be to keep a couple of restless legs moving about as well, don't you? Though to be honest, I'm not sure how long I can keep this up. You are quite tight, Pet. Have you never had anything in here before me?"

Olivia just shook her head, trying to ignore the sensations coming from her rear. The warm fingers holding apart her cheeks had begun to gently massage her juicy ass, and the tiny nympho waist-deep in her hole was providing sensations that went beyond her comprehension. Sure, Olivia had tried a small dildo in her ass. Once. Years ago. But it hadn't done anything for her. Now, with the Mistress stimulating her derriere, she wasn't sure if she wanted to crawl in a hole and forget this ever happened, or push the tiny domme in the rest of the way, and secure her services indefinitely with an anal plug.

The latter. Definitely the latter.

Feeling the stirrings of an approaching orgasm, Olivia was suddenly sure of her decision. She started to reach for the tiny woman, before tension rudely reminded her that she was bound head to foot. So, Olivia did all she could in that situation. She enjoyed the new, intrusive sensation as best she could, clenching at the intruder and ineffectually trying to pull the tiny domme further in while waiting for her so-called "punishment" to come to an end.

Mistress kicked hard and Olivia moaned, bringing a smug smirk to Mistress' lips.

"There, there, Pet. I think you've had enough." Olivia groaned in disappointment as Mistress slowly pulled her boots out of Olivia's ass for the time being. Mistress felt the sphincter clench tighter to try and retain its temporary guest. It was only thanks to the lube that Mistress managed to pull free, and once she did, she laid back to rest a moment. She slid on a sheen of sweat to the small of Olivia's back, officially ending their second game.

While Olivia got her panting under control, Mistress just lay there for a while, rubbing her exposed thighs and likely contemplating her next move.

"Are you alright back there?" Olivia asked after a minute had passed with minimal movement. She couldn't see it, but she could suddenly feel Mistress' frown.

"Mistress," she declared, her tone serious and the word curt. Olivia pondered the implications of the word for a moment before her flushed face rapidly paled. 

"I-I'm sorry, Mistress. I, um, I forgot myself."

Mistress sat up with a sigh, before the potential repercussions of her Pet's forgetfulness seemed to cheer her back up. After all, she now had another sexy punishment to deliver. Rising to her hands and knees, Mistress crawled up Olivia's back, fairly quickly this time, and arrived before long at Olivia's shoulder blade.

"Hello, Pet," she stage whispered towards Olivia's ear, the slender organ hidden behind blonde curls. "You know what you did wrong, don't you?" Mistress asked.

"I do, Mistress."

"And you know we have to correct that kind of behavior. Don't you?"

"I... Y-yes, Mistress."

"Very good, Pet. Now, hold on tight. You're taking me for a little ride."

Olivia's shoulders tightened further as Mistress typed out a command on her keybracer. Moments later, the tiny dominatrix retreated to Olivia's waist, as all of her restraints began to move. Her right arm and leg both lifted higher than her left, and the ropes attaching her bindings to the track adjusted length to maintain tension as the pulleys rode out onto the arches of the track. Mistress had shifted towards Olivia's side, and as the bindings crossed each other on the tracks and rolled Olivia onto her back, Mistress just crawled around onto her soft tummy like a character from a 3D platforming game.

With a pleased sound, Mistress clambered across to Olivia's belly button, plopping down and barely managing to squeeze her ass in the natural indentation. Mistress lay back and lounged, her countenance presenting a firm counterpoint to Olivia's extreme tension as she waited for the next punishment to come her way.

When the tracks had lowered Olivia halfway back to the bed, something occurred to Mistress, and she quickly sat up and crawled over to Olivia's landing strip. She leaned down over the edge, running a hand along the slick trail of arousal that had been leaking from Olivia's love cave. Mistress licked her finger, a look of affirmation crossing her face at the taste. Then Mistress reached back to her hip, and removed the special Succubus' Kiss that had been hooked there earlier, leaving behind a smaller ring with unpowered yellow lights.

Mistress unfolded a sort of seam or gasket that extended from one edge of this Kiss, and oriented it towards her. Then slowly, carefully, she placed one hand on Olivia's swollen clit.

Olivia bucked. Hard. She couldn't remember ever being half this sensitive. Whatever Mistress was doing to her, it had her sensitivity cranked up to Twelve.  

Mistress went airborne. Fortunately for her she landed back on the landing strip, her mirthful chuckling growing into a belly laugh when the coincidence of the style clicked in her head. Then she slid forward again, and began to wrestle her Succubus' Kiss over Olivia's clit. The extra material protruding from the edge of the Kiss slid under the clitoral hood and helped hold the device in its intimate place. With a couple quick ratchets, the Kiss was strapped around the proudly protruding love nub, and Mistress was ready to begin her next sexy punishment.

Olivia felt her crawl across her stomach, tickling her ribs as she went. Then her back made contact with the satin sheets, and the worst of the tension was released from her limbs. In her relief, she missed the tiny domme climbing onto her right breast. Mistress sat down facing Olivia's chin, with her legs crossed and her boots resting on Olivia's collarbone.

"Well hello, Pet," Mistress purred, the anticipation dancing in her eyes. "You have once again disobeyed me, and you are in need of correction. Do you understand what you did wrong?"

Olivia gulped, the motion slightly shifting the tiny woman sitting on her tit. Trying to ignore Mistress' hand slowly rubbing at her leather thong, Olivia answered directly.

"I failed to address you properly, Mistress." Mistress nodded sagely, her playful look gone from her lips, even as her eyes still twinkled.

"Correct, Pet. You denied me the respect I deserve. And as I believe an appropriate punishment should reflect the nature of the offense, your punishment will be a denial as well. But these repeated punishments keep delaying our next game," Mistress complained, eyeing the strap Olivia felt around her throat. "While your punishment will be one of denial, I am going to indulge in the moment. Aidra," Mistress spoke up, calling for her sexbot, who had been kneeling at the end of the bed.

"How can I be of service, Mistress?"

"I want you to reach those sexy fingers of yours up here, and play with my Pet's lovely breasts. I want you to rub them, massage them, and squeeze them together. I want you to use your sensor suite to monitor her pleasure, and I want you to keep her right on the edge of orgasm for a full 30 seconds. And then I want you to deny her."

Olivia whimpered.

"What will you be doing, Mistress?" Olivia asked, caution in her voice.

"I will be lounging right here, Pet," Mistress said, as she laid down in the broad valley between Olivia's double d's. She reached out a hand to each side and caressed the soft tit-flesh in awe. "I will be right in the action, with a finger on the controls for my Kisses. While my dear Aidra is playing with your tits, I will be doing most of the legwork by manipulating my Kisses. Aidra has been tasked with working you up, but denying your release. I, on the other hand, will be listening to your cries, to your begging. And if I believe you have truly corrected your behavior, I have a finger on the trigger for your first orgasm for the night."

Mistress rolled over and lifted herself up on her elbows, her long, blood-red braid flying to caress the inside of one of Olivia's breasts as the tiny domme squished her own modest melons in a display of sultry sex appeal.

"Wouldn't you like that, Pet?" Mistress met Olivia's gaze with severe bedroom eyes, and bit her tiny lip. Olivia couldn't vocalize, her heart was pounding so hard. She just jerked an awkward nod, and then Mistress pressed a button on the keybracer.

And Olivia was on the stairway to heaven.

The vibrations and the electric massage on her nipples was twice as strong as before, and the Kiss on Olivia's clit was running laps around the pair on her tits. Olivia raised her hips, eager for some sort of penetration, but even in its absence, Olivia was sure that given enough time, these Kisses could get her off.

Then Olivia heard Mistress say something - she couldn't make out the words over her own moaning - and suddenly thin, strong fingers had wrapped around her tits in a sensuous embrace. Each finger was as warm as a massage stone, and the technique implemented felt like it had been personally designed for her. Only her girlfriend had ever made her tits feel this good before.

Olivia was getting there, climbing the hill, approaching the edge of bliss, when she felt the Kisses on her tits dial way back, and the one on her Clit stop moving entirely.

She grunted in frustration and jerked against her restraints, desperate to get her hands, one hand, even a finger on her clit to finish the job. But no.

No, the restraints held her hands at bay. She couldn't get herself over the cliff, and with the sources of her pleasure diminished, she was backsliding. She grunted again, and her lust-filled mind groped for an idea that could get her there.

"Mistress," she moaned. "Please, Mistress. I need your Kisses. Mistress, please."

Olivia wasn't sure if Mistress gave a verbal response, but the Kiss on her clit warmed back up, the vibrations growing and growing, until they approached a feverish pace her fingers would be hard-pressed to match. The kisses on her nipples joined the party, and the fingers on her breasts got back to work. Olivia gasped and moaned, climbing faster towards her release. The hands on her tits squeezed and massaged, and the tiny woman between them was getting the boob job of her life, and all of it was building and combining; the warmth of the hands, the pressure building in her loins, the power she held over the tiny woman trapped in her tits, it was all carrying her to the edge, she just needed a push, one tiny push to-

The Kisses shut off entirely. The hands on her tits still held them, but they held them still. The tiny woman laying sweat-soaked between her tits was cackling like a crone as Olivia grumbled and groaned at her circumstances. She had been denied. Again. And again she was backsliding. That high she had been climbing towards, that sweet release that mattered more to her than even the complete release of her restraints was, again, denied.

"Mistress, please. I need this. Please, Mistress, stop teasing me. I promise I'll be good, Mistress. I promise I'll behave. Please, Mistress, I'll be a good pet. The bestest pet. Mistress, please, please, let me have this. Mistress, I'm begging you, pl-AH!"

The kisses were back, their intensity maxed, and now varying in seemingly random, exciting patterns designed for maximum pleasure. Olivia was shooting back towards her peak, she could feel her netherlips dribbling like a garden hose, she was so close, she was on the edge of exactly what she wanted, what she deserved, it was coming, she was cu-

And it stopped. The fingers had ceased their ministrations, the Kisses had gone silent, and Olivia's jaw clenched in frustration. She practically shrieked at the loss of everything they'd been building to.

"Mistress," she whined. "Please, Mistress. I... Mistress, please. I'll be good. Mistress, please. Mistress. Mistress..."

"Now that's a good Pet," a voice said, and Olivia felt a slight weight on her throat. The tiny, sweaty sexpot placed a sloppy kiss on Olivia's bottom lip, then bounded back towards the biggest pair of tits she'd ever seen. "Aidra, dear? Let's bring our Pet home."

"Yes Mistress."

Then Olivia couldn't perceive anything but pleasure. The Kisses lit up like a fireworks display, the electric pulses stimulating flesh for inches around, the magnificent fingers working her chest began vibrating, giving her breasts and their passenger the ride of their lives. The Kiss on Olivia's clit was playing for MVP, the vibrations stimulating the love nub like never before. Aidra's puffy lips came down and applied soft, warm, and wet suction to one nipple, playing with it for a few moments before switching targets to the other, the lubricating saliva doing something to enhance sensation.

And amidst it all Olivia was climbing, rising, flying higher and higher. She could feel the pressure building, the pleasure at heights yet unseen, and when the fingers released her tits, and the looming shadow of the sexbot moved South - just when a trill of fear touched the back of Olivia's mind, the expectation that her pleasure was about to disappear all over again clouding her mind - she felt Aidra's tongue lap at her clit, and that was all she wrote.

Olivia came as she couldn't remember cumming before. She didn't know someone could cum that hard, especially without penetration. Aidra lapped a couple more times at her clit before the Kisses dialed back, their low intensity level helping Olivia ride out her orgasm in bliss.

A solid minute passed before Olivia's breathing began to steady. She felt the Mistress climbing to sit on her breast again, her long red hair in some slight disarray with the loss of one of her hair bands.

"Now that wasn't so bad a punishment, was it Pet?" she asked with a dopey smile. "I know I certainly enjoyed it."

"Yes... Thank you, Mistress," Olivia managed between deep breaths. Mistress was riding her breast like a boat on rough seas, but given how comfortable the tiny domme seemed, she must have found her tit legs.

"Now that that's out of the way, I think it's about time we got to the game where I get to shed these leathers." Mistress squished her breasts through the corset, then ran her hands sensually down her sides. "I know they do wonders for my figure, but I much prefer skin to skin contact when I'm getting off."

Mistress switched her crossed legs, and settled in again.

"As I told you, I did my research before I took you. From what I hear, you have a very talented tongue. Aidra? The Cherry On Top, if you'd please?"

The sexbot stepped away from the table, and Olivia's eyes tried to follow the bot into the darkness, trying to see what challenge would be coming next. Oddly enough, the sexbot opened a jar, and plucked something out of a solution. Olivia's thoughts turned suddenly to mad scientists preserving body parts in formaldehyde. Goosebumps broke out all over her torso as she tamped down on those thoughts before they could run wild.

"Your next test will be two-fold," Mistress said as a shadow-draped Aidra stalked back from her errand. "The second part is contingent on you completing the first."

Aidra arrived back over the bed, a red fluid dripping from her fingers. I guess they really did pick the bedspread to hide the bloodstains, Olivia thought.

"The first step is to tie a knot with your tongue," Mistress said, as Aidra revealed a maraschino cherry complete with stem. Olivia was so relieved, she almost missed the next part. "If you can perform that party trick to my satisfaction, then I'll give you the cherry on top. You get to undress me with your tongue."

Olivia stared unblinking at the tiny woman on her tit. "You want me to what now?"

Mistress leaned forward with a conspiratorial grin. "Like I said, I have it on good authority that you can pull off a fun little party trick. I want you to tie a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue."

Olivia shook her head. "No. After that. Uh, Mistress," she added as the tiny woman frowned. "Did you say I would undress you, with my mouth?" Olivia couldn't believe her captor could be so foolish as to put herself in such a compromising position.

"That's exactly what I said!" Mistress started bouncing on Olivia's breast like an excited schoolgirl. "Oh, I can't wait to feel your tongue on my tits, slipping this corset off. And this thong should have disappeared long ago." Olivia didn't miss that Mistress was rubbing herself even as she bounced up and down.

Olivia had to bite her own tongue to keep herself from commenting how utterly stupid it would be to climb into the mouth of her kidnapping victim. Not that Olivia ever expected that situation to come up in any situation ever, yet it still seemed like "don't climb in the mouth of someone you wronged" should be common sense.

Mistress suddenly stopped her bouncing with a calculating look. "Oh, I see where your mind is going, Pet. No, I'm not so foolish as to throw myself on your mercy. Nor on your arousal, which I suspect I have a chance of getting through to. No, I have long dreamed of sitting inside someone's mouth, looking back out from between their teeth and knowing that behind me is a sexy abyss. That feeling of being on the cusp of transformation into a part of something greater, yet being unwilling to give up my existence. That point of being pulled towards life and death and destruction and salvation no matter which way I go, yet having the forms those take be such polar opposites - oh, it's a feeling beyond description, and that's just in my imagination. To have the chance to live it, to experience it - Pet, you are going to give that to me."

Mistress had worked herself into a fetishy, philosophical frenzy, but her eyes focused again on Olivia, and the half-scared, half-hopeful look she wore. Mistress shook her head with a resigned smirk.

"As much as I wish I could trust you with my life, here and now I know that in the right circumstances any pet will bite the hand that feeds it - even if that diet is a heady concoction of sex and suppressants. No, Pet, I am not leaving this up to chance."

Mistress tried to stand, before realizing she had removed the heels when she fell backwards into Olivia's cleavage with a whoop of surprise. She quickly recovered and walked on her knees until she was situated on the band over Olivia's throat. Looking down her nose Olivia could just make out Mistress' head and shoulders over her own chin.

"Can you feel this, Pet?" Mistress asked, and she lifted a small portion of the collar before letting the elastic material snap back into place. "This is not just a collar marking you as mine. This is also a choker for my own safety."  

Mistress worked her way back down Olivia's throat and between her breasts. Olivia pondered that scenario with the mistress on the other side of her skin, and an odd thrill rushed through her before she actively suppressed the strange thought.

Mistress unsnapped the small loop on her hip, and removed the smallest Succubus' Kiss that Olivia had seen. It was also covered in yellow lights, though none of them seemed to be powered. On second thought, was it actually a Kiss?  

Mistress opened a small compartment on the... well, Olivia was going with ring, now. Mistress flipped a switch, and the lights all came on.

"This little toy," Mistress said while holding it aloft, "is my safety necklace. It's tied into your collar. It has sensors all around it that register a certain light frequency. Should it ever be cut off from the overhead light, then...

Mistress glanced at the sexbot, and gestured her closer. "Aidra, be a dear and lift this tit for me," Mistress said, indicating the breast not with a gesture but with a grope and a growl of arousal. Two hands that could completely enclose the tiny domme gently lifted the massive mammary, and Mistress knee-stepped closer to the bottom of the breast. She set the necklace down, and Aidra lowered the titty flesh to rest atop of it.

Instantly Olivia could feel the collar tightening. It was like a full-sized partner had wrapped both hands around her neck and was squeezing hard enough for her to question whether this was still play, or rather something that should involve the cops.

With a gesture from Mistress, Aidra raised the tit again, and the choking sensation disappeared. The suddenly stiff material of the collar was again elastic, and Olivia drew in a deep breath. Surprisingly, she realized it was more out of reflex than necessity. The collar wouldn't allow much to pass - certainly not a tasty, little, snackable dominatrix - but she had still managed some small degree of respiration, and blood flow wasn't completely impaired.

"So, what do you think, Pet. Is that enough to keep me safe?"

Olivia stared dumbly at the little woman, which she must have taken for doubt.

"Yeah, me neither. That's why I brought this. Aidra, would you be so kind as to grab the muzzle?"

"Muzzle?" Olivia asked, dumbfounded. "But I'm not actually a dog, Mistress."

The tiny domme rolled her enchanting green eyes. "Then it's a good thing I didn't design this muzzle for a dog. If I'm being honest, it's more of a reverse-muzzle anyway. Ah, here we go, Pet."

As Aidra worked a set of rubberized straps over her head, Olivia couldn't help but question what Mistress was really like. It seemed at times like she was some commanding dominatrix, but there were times, especially when talking about her equipment, that she lapsed into more of a nerdy excitement. Was that who Mistress truly was? And why the hell did that sound so damn familiar?

"Mistress, can I ashk yuh huh quehuh?" Olivia tried to raise the topic, but halfway through Aidra brought a pair of padded metal pins around to the corners of her mouth, preventing her from closing her jaw all the way. Or anywhere close to tight enough to bite a tiny intruder. With the securing of a couple straps to her chin and forehead, Olivia had a much better sense of why Mistress sounded so comfortable climbing into her mouth.

"I'm sorry Pet, what were you saying?"

"Ah heah... Ah hwah hayhuh..." Olivia gave up, and just glared at the tiny dominatrix, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Now, Aidra, the cherry stem." Aidra plucked the stem from the cherry, and placed it on Olivia's tongue. Olivia swallowed to clear the saliva that was rapidly accumulating, and then started shifting the stem around in her mouth. She found if she bit hard on the muzzle, the padding had enough give for her to close her lips, though not her teeth. It took twice as long as Olivia could have managed when she was three long island iced teas deep at the bar, but she managed to tie a knot in the cherry stem. She couldn't get much of a seal to spit it out, so she sort of flung it at Mistress with her long, flexible tongue.

"How hoo, Mhihuhh."

She tried to say, 'for you, Mistress,' but recognizable speech was beyond her with that damn muzzle on.

Mistress just beamed up at her.

"Very, very good Pet. I knew you could do it." Mistress pressed a couple keys on her keybracer, and the Kiss on Olivia's clit purred to life on its lowest setting, eliciting another moan, broken by the sound of Olivia swallowing. Seriously, why was she salivating so much? There wasn't even anything in her mouth to drool over, and outside of it...

Okay, yeah, Mistress was well worth drooling over. That creamy skin contrasting so deliciously with the tight, black leathers, combined with those gleaming emerald eyes and that sleek, blood-red hair. She looked good enough to eat.

Olivia caught herself running her tongue along her lips, and froze. Then she looked at the almost desperate mixture of anticipation and apprehension on Mistress' face, and immediately played into it, giving the snack-sized nympho her hungriest gaze and a long, loud "mmmmmm" in anticipation.

It took no small amount of self control not to laugh when Mistress gulped.

"A-alright Pet," Mistress stammered, looking away to compose herself. "You did well for the first part of this game. Now comes part two. Lay your head back, and just relax. Let me come to you."

Olivia almost commented on the irony of the tiny woman - who was currently kneeling on her chest and leaning against her breasts - talking about coming closer, but the prongs of the muzzle quickly stifled that thought. Instead she did as directed, laying her head back as her blond curls poofed out around her, framing the edges of her vision. She focused on the feeling of the tiny hands and thigh-high boots crawling across her sternum and onto her throat.  

Olivia suddenly found herself questioning how the tiny woman crawled so well in fucking thigh-high leather boots. It was such an absurd thought in light of everything else going on, but there it was, no more ridiculous than everything else going on. Maybe the thought was knocked free by the fear she'd been feeling at literally having another person's life in her hands - or her mouth - regardless of the preparations made to keep the tiny nympho safe. Or maybe it was set adrift by the soft waves of pleasure washing over her as Mistress' Kiss caressed her clit.  

Whatever it was, Olivia brushed it aside to focus on the tiny woman leaning on her lower lip and staring deep into her eyes.

"Don't worry, Pet. You'll do just fine," Mistress said, and Olivia could hear real tenderness in her voice. There was still some fear there, but it sounded like the domme was more concerned about reassuring the woman who's mouth she was about to climb into than about reassuring herself. Olivia felt her stomach flutter at the prospect of holding another life in her hands. Well, in her mouth, but the point still stands. Olivia's eyes locked on the face of the woman about to crawl inside of her salivating maw, and the determination she found there resolved her to give the tiny sexpot the best tongue lashing of her life.

Mistress gave her a proud smile, and leaned down to tenderly kiss Olivia's lower lip. "A kiss for luck."

Before Olivia could fully process what was happening, Mistress sat on her chin and swung her legs around, dangling her boots into Olivia's open maw in much the same way as she had first driven them into Olivia's asshole. Sudden health concerns started to surface in Olivia's mind, but it seemed Mistress was one step ahead of her.

"Don't worry, Pet. Aidra's saliva has a natural antibacterial agent in it. It also happens to taste-"

Like cherries! Olivia realized. The flavor was incredible. It wasn't super sweet like so many cherry flavored confections. It had a natural, earthy flavor that wasn't completely ruined by the dyed leather taste of the boots. Olivia didn't hold back. She ran her tongue around and around the boots, lapping up the fruity flavor as Mistress kicked her feet in child-like glee.  

As the taste began to fade, Olivia grew bolder. She slipped her long, flexible tongue up the back of Mistress' legs, and out along her lower lip, flicking it lightly, as she might try to engorge her girlfriend's clit. Mistress was rocked and bounced until she was seated on Olivia's most agile muscle, and the moment the tiny domme realized her situation, she squee'd in glee. Then the tongue retracted like a trapdoor spider with its prey, and suddenly Mistress was waist-deep in Olivia's mouth.

Oh my god, she's really in my mouth, Olivia thought. She assumed Mistress had to be feeling her hot, wet breath rolling over her as she all but panted in anticipation of shelling the cracked, little, nympho nut in her maw. She could feel the boots sliding along her tongue, their tips tickling her uvula. Tiny tits rested against her upper lip, and Olivia was getting impatient to get her tongue on them. But first things first.

When you come through the door, proper manners dictate you remove your shoes. So Olivia let Mistress slide down further, until her lips were wrapped around Mistress' chest, the boots now tickling her throat. Holding her there, Olivia drew her tongue down along the tiny woman, friction sliding the boots just the tiniest bit off of Mistress legs. The tongue pushed forward to reset for another pull, pushing Mistress up so her breasts and arms - well, one arm, the other seemed quite busy buffing her thong - were again resting on top of her lips. Olivia pulled her tongue back once more, pressing Mistress against her hard palate to maximize her progress, and she managed to get the boots another tiny bit further off her piggies in a blanket. The toes were again tickling the back of her throat as they swirled about in the growing pool of saliva. So, Olivia did what was only natural to clear her throat. She swallowed.

All at once, the boots were gone. Mistress cried out, first in surprise, and then in intense arousal, as her footwear disappeared down into Olivia. The tiny domme upped her tempo on her crotch, then a moment later felt herself falling. Olivia closed her lips behind her tasty little Mistress, feeling the collar activate. But it wasn't going to do any damage, at least not in the short term, so Olivia took her time rolling Mistress around her mouth, tasting her skin, and sweat, and arousal.  

Olivia would hardly call the tiny woman gourmet, but she had an undeniably attractive flavor. Sure her sweat was a bit sour, and her arousal a bit fishy, but the natural flavor beneath made the endeavor worthwhile. Olivia actually snapped her fingers when a fitting comparison came to mind. She was like any of the grease-laden, microwaved finger-foods that tend to flood the table on Super Bowl Sunday. You know they're barely edible, you know they're unhealthy as sin, but you can't stop shoving them in your mouth with impassioned glee.

But none of them could compare to this mouthfeel. She could feel the tiny limbs flailing for purchase, pushing off her molars and palate in an attempt to wrest some sort of control over their predicament. But knowingly or otherwise, willingly or otherwise, Mistress was now at Olivia's mercy.

Once Olivia had determined her morsel was well and truly saturated with saliva, she turned to the matter of Mistress' corset. She shoved the little woman's torso through her lips to earn a deep, throaty breath, and started wiggling the tip of her tongue under Mistress' corset at her belly button. It took some effort - and Mistress not-so-subtly using her less-busy hand to undo the cordage holding the garment together - but Olivia got her tongue under the garment, and held it firm as she slowly slurped her snack right out of it. She made sure to lap vigorously at Mistress' tits as she slid out of the corset.

Before long Mistress was out of the garment, naked save for her thong, keybracer, and necklace. Olivia allowed the corset to fall into her mouth beside the tiny woman, as it occurred to her that necklace must be lighting up the inside of her mouth. Olivia felt around for the corset swirling in the pool of spit in her mouth, and pulled it towards her throat. She used the tip of her tongue to pin Mistress up against her cheek by the waist, and hummed an "mmmm, mm" sound. Then, in what must have been full view for the tiny nympho, Olivia swallowed. The corset went down the dark hole at the back of her throat, never to be seen again - and Mistress squealed!

Olivia stopped playing with her food and went on the attack. Her tongue quickly removed the thong and sent it down to join the rest of Mistress' clothing, then her tongue attacked Mistress entire front. Her soft but textured taste buds slipped and slid over the tiny woman's body, from the top of her braided head, to the tips of her dainty little toes. Olivia sucked and slurped, licked and bucked her tongue like a wild animal, all the while targeting tits and toes and Mistress' tight, tiny pussy.

She rubbed both nipples in large circles, the tiny nubbins so hard and enlarged she could clearly feel them against her tongue. She rubbed both breasts for several cycles, then slipped the tip of her tongue between Mistress' tits, and moved it up and down her sternum. Mistress squished her tiny tits on either side of the tongue, facilitating the world's weirdest combined tit and blow job. It wasn't long before she dipped the tongue lower, lapping at the tight tummy as she forced her way further south, past what felt like the barest hint of a bush, to the lower lips that were leaking a lusty pond. The tongue went to work, lapping at the engorged labia as Mistress flicked her fingers over her clit. Olivia engaged in the worlds most dominant act of cunnilingus.

Olivia could still feel the buzzing of the Kiss on her clit, and she reciprocated. She jabbed her tongue against the teeny tiny clit and hummed, the vibrations in her tongue stimulating Mistress' whole clit and caboodle. Olivia worked the little sexpot into a frenzy, and it wasn't long before her tiny morsel stiffened with a cry of complete abandon as her orgasm crested.

Olivia maneuvered Mistress until she lay belly-down on her tongue, slowly curling and uncurling the muscle in a gentle undulation to help the little woman enjoy the orgasm she'd finally achieved. It was a couple minutes later when a pale, saliva-coated arm flicked out of Olivia's mouth and grabbed her lower lip, saliva running from the appendage. The arm trembled a little, then the tiny redhead followed, lifted out of the mouth not by its own power, but on Olivia's long, sensuous tongue. Mistress collapsed on Olivia's chin, her body still occasionally trembling with the after effects of such a monumental experience. It was yet another couple minutes before her eyes were able to focus on the woman she was laying upon.

"You owe me an outfit, Pet. But..." Mistress heaved a satisfied sigh. "But, that was incredibly well done." Mistress half-raised a hand and jerk-spasmed it in Olivia's direction, flinging saliva with the motion. "Aidra, give her the cherry on top, and remove the muzzle. Our Pet has performed magnificently."

Olivia lay still, her mind focused on enjoying the delicate ministrations of the Succubus' Kiss on her clit. She pushed aside the strange thoughts that had been swirling through her mind. The oddly voracious color that painted her thoughts of Mistress was the chief concern she buried.  

She sighed in relief as the muzzle was removed, and when a maraschino cherry was pressed against her lips, she took it and the finger behind it between her lips. She sucked on the warm digit, which lingered until she was done - the digital ministration cut short when Mistress rolled off Olivia's chin and landed on her throat. Olivia coughed, and Aidra's supple fingers gently shifted Mistress back onto Olivia's breast.

When Olivia had recovered, she sucked on the cherry, moved it onto her teeth - and then shifted it to the back of her throat. With a quiet "gluck," she swallowed it whole.

She looked down at Mistress, who had her eyes locked on a tiny bulge as it traveled down Olivia's throat, past the collar, until it disappeared behind her breasts. Olivia was taken aback at the intensity of that stare. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Olivia cleared her throat.

"May I ask what comes next, Mistress? You seem a bit, well, wrung out."

Mistress chuckled softly. "What happens next is I take five minutes for my tiny metabolism to get me refreshed and ready for the next round, and then I give you enough rope to potentially hang us both."

"Mistress?" Olivia asked, not understanding.

With a sigh Mistress sat up, and with her legs spread her nakedness was on full display. Her perky B-cups stood proud, like tiny white chocolate chips. Her taught tummy wasn't fit so much as thin, but Olivia remembered how delightful it felt beneath her tongue. Mistress had a well-trimmed carpet that matched her crimson drapes, and her labia were clearly still engorged. It wasn't easy to tell how much of the glistening on Mistress' thighs was from saliva or her own arousal, but Olivia expected she knew how those thighs would taste. The last notable part of Mistress' appearance was the relatively disheveled state of her blood-red hair. It was plastered over her shoulder and back, and all but two of the hairbands were now missing. The others are probably floating around in my stomach, Olivia thought, not sure if the thought disturbed or aroused her. She was certain which way she leaned for Mistress' next words. 

"I'm going to give you slack on your restraints. You'll be able to sit up, shift around on the bed, even pick me up for our next game."

Olivia swallowed. "And what is our next game, Mistress?"

Though she still seemed a little tired, Mistress' expression could only be called a shit-eating grin. 

"It involves you getting me up close and personal with your pussy."

"I get to pick you up, Mistress?  Ooh, I like the sound of that."
"So do I, Pet," Mistress mumbled, her admission soft enough that Olivia couldn't hear her.  "More than you could know."

Mistress took a deep, calming breath, and exhaled.  Her experience in Olivia's mouth had given her a full-body workout and orgasm in one, and the combo took a lot out of her.  Fortunately, one of the side-effects of her shrinking solution was a huge boost to her metabolism.  She didn't have her sugar pills anymore - those were in a side pocket of her custom corset, right next to the emergency purgatives, all of which were now sloshing around in Olivia's tummy - but she had eaten enough earlier that she should be fine to finish out the night.

"Alright Pet, the process of loosening your leash is going to take me a minute, so why don't you sit back and enjoy my Kisses while I get everything set up."  Mistress slid the slider on the board to unlock the keys, thankful the designer had included a textured finish to the safety.  The Keys-To-My-Kink board was just as coated in saliva as the rest of Mistress, and she couldn't afford to lose the ability to enter commands.  Even with all the precautions and suppressants restricting and pacifying her Pet, Mistress had confirmed the woman's potential to overpower a shrunken partner on her own body. 

And what a confirmation it was!  Mmmm, I'm still dripping wet, from head to toe!

Mistress quickly dialed all three of the Succubus' Kisses up to 25% intensity, and nearly lost her footing as Olivia flinched at the sudden influx of pleasure.  Mistress carefully worked her way over the rhythmically shifting tummy, past the waist restraint, and settled her ass in Pet's navel, soaking in her Pet's body heat as the cooling saliva tried to suck it away.  She stretched out her legs and ran her feet through the hairs of Pet's landing strip.  She took a moment to enjoy the feeling, so much stiffer than running her feet through fresh grass, but likewise so much more erotic.

Maybe once I finish a shrinking solution that goes small enough, I can help women advertise for 'bush tours in your area.'

Mistress chuckled at the thought, before sliding the KinkKeyboard, as she thought of it, back to life.  She started by delaying execution of all commands until she triggered a batch execution, then set all tethers to maintain 2 lbs of constant tension, to allow leash lengths out to 2 feet short of maximum, and to halt and then retract all leashes if any one detects an instantaneous movement of more than 2 feet per second.  She also activated the strength inhibitors in the wrists, which would apply pressure to the base of the wrist to limit Pet's grip strength. 

That should cover most edge cases for potential harm, intentional or otherwise.  Sure, she could sit on me, but I'm sturdy enough that Aidra could intervene before I get seriously injured or suffocate.

And speaking of Aidra, Mistress needed to alter the sexbot's parameters, so she wouldn't be so assertive with removing Mistress from restrained situations.  Thirty seconds was woefully inadequate time to spend in Pet's pussy, whether she was considering getting her pet off or herself.

"Aidra, be a dear and update your parameters.  Please enact 'Fair Play' protocols."

The robot's entire body stiffened, the mechanical muscle moving to a state of complete readiness while the protocols updated.  When it finished, Aidra moved into a sort of 'parade rest' stance.

"Protocols updated.  I will enforce Fair Play parameters.  If you would like my assistance, Mistress, you need only ask."  The robot's face made a fairly accurate approximation of a lascivious grin.  "I would only be too happy to service you, or your pet, or your pet with you."

Mistress felt a tiny chill run down her spine at the last part of that statement.  Just how many liberties did she take with your programming?

Mistress smacked her face with both hands.  That's not important right now!  This is my chance to be held - and most definitely fucked - at the pleasure of a giantess.  Dammit Missy, get your head in the game!

Mistress hit the execute button, and braced herself.  She expected Pet to start moving when she heard the restraint motors whir with the changes.  She was ready and waiting to be thrown forward, or to either side, but... 

Nothing happened.

Mistress looked around, got up, pulled down on the waist restraint's cord that extended up to the ceiling, and felt absolutely no give.  She realized she weighed less than the two pounds of tension that would need to be applied under the current settings, and smacked her forehead, splashing saliva into her eyes.  She groaned, and considered how best to test her changes without giving her Pet enough info to conclude correctly that she had never used the restraints this way before.  Then she realized that while addressing Aidra, 3 seconds had passed since she input any commands into the KinkKeyboard, and the controls had just locked back up, preventing the execute command.

Mistress grumbled and started stomping her foot in frustration, eliciting a chuckle from her Pet that knocked her over to land face first in Pet's bellybutton.

"Is everything alright, Mistress?" Pet asked, her voice tinged with amusement and arousal in equal parts.  "If you're having this much trouble with me tied up, are you sure you're ready for the next step?"

Mistress got back to her knees, ran her hand down her hair until it was again in one big ponytail, and twisted it in frustration.

Fucking hell, this is NOT how I wanted this to go.  I am the Mistress, the strong little dominatrix.  I need my Pet to overpower a dominant woman, not some screw-up!

Mistress unlocked the KinkKeyboard, and dialed the Kisses up to 75%.  She was already on her knees, so she didn't fall over when Pet started writhing even harder.

"I am quite sure I'm prepared for what comes next, Pet.  It seems to me that you are the one who needs to prepare for what is to come.  If you can't even take this much, then perhaps we are sessions too early to loosen the leash."

"No-Oooh, Mistress!" Pet moaned, trying to sit up.  "I am ready.  Please, oooh, let me bring you where you want to go.  I-I can make us both feel sooo goooooood, so please, please Mistress - oh, god! - loosen my leash!"

Mistress nodded to herself.  Authority repaired.  Time for the main event.  Remembering again to unlock the KinkKeyboard, Mistress initiated the batch execute.  There was a whirring sound from all four corners of the bed, and her Pet brought her hands up to her face, inspecting her restraints.

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These cuffs are incredible, Olivia thought.  The leather cuffs were padded with gel and some sort of super soft cloth, preventing pressure blisters or significant chafing.  The latch holding them tight seemed to be locked such that a special pronged tool - or maybe tiny hands? - would be required to remove them.

Olivia sat up, slowly, feeling the minor tension on the wrist cuffs as a reminder of her bondage, though they didn't hinder her in any way.  She ignored the sensation of Mistress sliding down to land between her legs, and pushed aside the constant pleasure coming from the Kisses.  Olivia instead focused on learning how much freedom she really had.  She tugged hard and fast at her right restraint, and felt it move maybe half an inch before locking tight.  Suddenly, all of her restraints were reeled taught, laying Olivia out flat on her back.

"Attention, Pet," the sexbot intoned.  "You have acted aggressively.  This is outside the parameters of Fair Play.  Please limit your actions so as not to present a potential risk to the little Mistress.  This scenario was designed for a harmonious session of lovemaking, and such conditions shall be enforced."

"Got it, Aidra," Olivia said, then shook her head as a confused expression crossed her face.  When it cleared, she continued, "I'll be on my best behavior with Mistress.  Please unlock the restraints?"

"I'll do the honors, again," Mistress called up from between Olivia's legs. 

Olivia heard her restraints click again, and slowly sat up, bringing her legs together in a circle around the tiny Mistress.  The tiny domme looked like she'd been penned in.  The little redhead was staring at Olivia's juicy labia, which were on full display.  Olivia's encircling legs left her outer lips spread, and her inner lips were pressed together.

As if called, her steps trancelike, Mistress moved until her body was all but pressed against Olivia's dewy petals.  One hand reached out and delicately slid between those inner lips, then the other joined, and with some effort and a soft moan from Olivia, they were spread wide open.  The lust lotus lay spread before her, its soft pink petals glistening in the overhead light, even as the angle cast the vagina in shadows.  Thankfully, the lights on Mistress' lifeline illuminated the interior.  Olivia gently brought her hand around to grasp Mistress, but the tiny domme took no notice.  She was enraptured by the love tunnel before her.

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Mistress could only stare in awe.  There before her was the place she had sought for longer than she'd realized, for longer than she'd understood.  Here she was, at the gates to heaven, transfixed, awash in the heady, feminine scent of her Pet's pheromones, feeling the heat and the damp of the voracious pussy before her.  The vaginal canal flexed as Olivia's Kegels worked overtime at the encouragement of the Kisses, and the undulations of the slick, pink flesh within called to her.   Mistress stepped forward, her leg now touching the puffy outer labia from shin to thigh, and her bare arm reached inside her Pet's tunnel of love.  The rhythmic motions of Pet's Kegels opened the canal to accept her questing arm, before enclosing the appendage in a steamy vice.  Her arm was held fast in a tight embrace of silky flesh, and Pet's arousal was mixing with and overtaking the layer of drying saliva.

Only when the vagina loosened could Mistress retrieve her arm, and as she did, she felt something push her from behind.  Suddenly her whole body, from toes to tummy to tits to teeth were pressed against the length of the pulsing pussy.  Pressure built up under her legs, and something pressed gently but firmly backwards on the top of Mistress' head.  Before Mistress had recovered her bearings, she had been lifted on a handy high-speed elevator to Olivia's face.

"You know, Mistress, a proper lady would have bought me dinner first."

"I gave you the first orgasm, Pet.  Surely that counts for something?"

Olivia smiled, and her tongue shot out.  It licked Mistress from feet to head, before it ran a couple circles around Mistress' pussy, and then she sucked Mistress' slick arm between her pillowy lips.  She bobbed her head from side to side, her expression considering.

"I suppose that was rather generous, Mistress, so long as we ignore the part where you drugged and kidnapped me.  But I taste better than you do, so I can console myself there.  Still, you are quite tasty.  I've been thinking all night about how much I want to dig my teeth into that tight little ass of yours and make you squeal."  Olivia seemed prepared to do just that.  She brought her open palm bearing the little Mistress up to her maw, and the tiny domme couldn't help but compare the sets of lips and what lay beyond them.

Beyond the mouth was a moist cave, and within it dwelled a powerful creature of sensual delights.  She was tempted to crawl inside again, even knowing that beyond waited an all-consuming tunnel. 

Pet's pussy, by contrast, was a tunnel of all-encompassing love.  The welcoming warmth, the body-sheathing hugs, the nether-nectar that swelled as its occupant gave and received carnal pleasure.  Mistress had only glimpsed this Eden, and she longed to return.  Why was her Pet delaying the inevitable?

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Olivia couldn't help but bring the little domme back to her mouth.  As much as she couldn't stop herself from shifting in anticipation of pushing the tiny woman into her most personal place, the ideas that had haunted her during Mistress' time in her mouth demanded that she revisit the situation, now that she was less constrained.  She held the tiny woman before her mouth, and there the little sexpot sat transfixed, until Olivia removed her from her reverie.

Olivia rolled the little woman over, and eased those delicious asscheeks between her teeth.  Her tongue lapped at the firm thighs and tight tush, spreading those little legs before her teeth eased into the firm flesh.  Mistress whimpered, and snapped her thighs together, rubbing them furiously in frustration.  Olivia lapped at her lust for a short time, then tilted back her hand and her head, dropping the tiny domme within.  Saliva coated the little sexpot, and seconds later a wave of saliva poured down Oliva's chest, followed closely by Mistress.

She slipped between Olivia's bountiful breasts, down across the soft tummy, over the belt, and beside the landing strip.  She landed, saliva-drenched, before Olivia's weeping womanhood, and before she could regain her feet, Olivia spoke up.

"Aidra, would you be a doll and apply some of your own lubrication to the Mistress?  I believe both our saliva should be adequate for the journey to the center of her pet."  Olivia laughed when Mistress looked up just in time to see a cherry-flavored waterfall drench her.  Then she was pressed up against Olivia's pussy, and a moment later, she was waist deep inside.

Olivia's moan rattled the overhead lamp.

"Mistress, you feel incredible!  Please, I need you deeper inside me!"

Mistress burbled a laugh.  "Then make it so, pet.  You won't drown m-"

Olivia's hand thrust inward, and all of Mistress save for a small fan of blood-red hair disappeared inside her pet.

Both women flicked their fingers across their clits at record pace.  Olivia was high on the power of using a grown woman, a fucking dominatrix, as a sex toy, and Mistress felt transcendent as her world went sensual.  The nestled nympho was adrift on a sea of fluids and pheromones as they surrounded and molded and permeated her limited existence.  The slick walls massaged and caressed and contorted in equal measure, remaking Mistress into an instrument of sexual need and fulfillment all in one.  Mistress writhed her body within the hurricane of sensuality, her form glistening in the ocean of love-lotion.  Olivia felt those efforts building to something within her, merging with the stimulation of the Kisses and the constricting of her collar and the realization she'd just come to all culminating into something that would be terribly beautiful.

Olivia sank her fingers deep within her nethers, the darting digits fluttering against Mistress' tits and ass seemingly ad infinitum as Olivia worked to press the tiny into her G-spot.  The intensity from the tiny tits was only outmatched when Mistress used her tongue to lap at Olivia's G-spot, burying her face in the spongy flesh.  She might as well be slamming her face against a launch button,  as the pressure of the choker sprinkled Olivia's vision with stars of pleasure.

"Oh, Missy!  Oh, you're fantastic!  I can't h-hold on m-much longer!  Oh god!  That's it, dig those fingers into me.   Oooooh yes, use that tiny tongue to t-taste everything I-I have to Ooooooooh-offer you!"  Olivia sucked air, needing to give voice to her desperation for release.  "Oh, Missy, that's it, g-give me everything t-that - oooh-oh-oh-oooh - that tight, tiny body has to offer!  Give yourself to me-eeeeEEE! Oh, FUCK!  Oh, that's it, oh I can f-feel your f-feet against my cervix!  Oh, you're dancing on the d-door to my womb!  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Fuck you feel incredible.  Oh, that's-"

Olivia's whole body jerked in surprise.

"Oh, you kinky little bitch - fuck! - did you just fucking bite me?  Oh my god, keep d-doing that with your fingers, you sexy little slut - oh my God,  I can't - I can't hold back!  Ohgod ohgod OhGod I'm cumming!"

Olivia rocked and bucked as her orgasm hit her like a hurricane.  She jerked and whined and came like a fountain, the tiny woman submerged in the depths of release.  Her Pet cumming all around her had been the final straw, and as Missy pushed her fist inside herself, she came with a vengeance, her flailing only serving to extend her Pet's own high.

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It was minutes before Olivia's mind cleared enough to form coherent thought.  She could feel the weight and form of her little lover still recovering inside her.

"Oh, Melissa my love, this was everything you said and more."

Now that her memories had returned, Olivia was ready to cast aside any reservations about her fiancé's business plan.  The shrinking, the restraints, it had all worked so well.  The only part of the whole scenario that hadn't been put through its paces was the sexbot.  Thankfully, when Olivia had programmed the mechanical assistant, she had included a couple fun audibles she could call to put the bot through its paces.

Olivia was weighing her options when movement within her now quite sensitive pussy startled her from her reverie.  Two fingers spread herself wide, while her other hand gently assisted Missy from within her.  Fuck, I still can't believe she was inside me.  God, that feeling is incredible - hell, it's intoxicating.  I don't know what I'm looking forward to more: the mountains of money we're going to make with this, or having Missy inside me again.

Olivia lifted her fiancé up to her face, and examined her.  The sudden absence from her nethers and her love's half-drowned, cum-soaked appearance had Olivia rubbing her thighs together with abandon. 

"Welcome back from the world of dreams, Missy," Olivia said.

A very tired Melissa plopped on her side in Olivia's palm, her posture completely boneless.

"Livy?  I take it the suppressants wore off?"

Olivia nodded.  "That they did, love.  They worked like a dream.  Your concoctions are going to make a killing."

Missy's face broke out in a blissful smile.  "Damn right they will.  I even had a couple ideas come up during tonight's test run."

"Oh, I'm sure you did," Olivia chuckled.  "Mind if I clean you off a little?"

Missy snorted a laugh.  "I don't have the energy to stop you from doing anything right now."

"I'll take that as consent," Olivia chuckled.  She slipped Melissa's feet between her soft lips, and slowly sucked the exhausted redhead between them.  She moaned through the entire process, licking and sucking her juices from the sexy little woman.  When Olivia was satisfied with her efforts, she swallowed the mixture of spit and cum, then gently released her fiancé back into her palm.

"I really do taste amazing," Olivia taunted.

"I'd be up for another taste test," Melissa agreed.  "I'm looking forward to our next trial session."

Olivia raised a quizzical eyebrow.  "What gave you the impression our current session is over?"

This time it was Melissa's turn to look confused.  "Well, we tested my shrinking solution, which worked like a charm, along with the suppressants Claire helped me design. The restraints and gadgets you had Titania build seemed to hold up well, as did the programming on the controller.  I think we tested everything, didn't we?"

Olivia tsk'ed at her little lover's oversight.  "My dear, you are forgetting my single largest contribution to this project."

"Aidra?" Melissa asked, looking over at the robot.

"Yes, Mistress, how can I be of assistance?" the bot responded to her name.

Olivia nodded.  "Exactly.  The sexbot I programmed line by line until it could function as a truly impressive sex aid, both for a full sized woman, and for a tiny, and even for both at once.  And you only ever used her like a high school intern, fetching or filing away things for convenience.  To truly call this a successful test, I think we need to put her through her paces, don't you?"

Melissa looked at the large sexbot, then back to the love of her life, who was currently holding her in the palm of her hand, and gulped.

"Maybe we should just take this win, and test her another time?"

Olivia shook her head, the predatory grin from earlier in their session returning with full force.  She could feel her fiancé shivering in her hand, but she could also smell the tiny woman's arousal.  Her girlfriend's switch personality was a hell of a lot of fun.

"Oh no, love.  I think we need to put the full system through its paces to really call tonight a success.  I like what you did with establishing the Fair Play protocols, but I came up with my own variant that should help put our dear Aidra through her paces.  Do you trust me?"

Melissa nodded without hesitation. "Of course Livy.  I trust you with my life."

Olivia beamed at that, then glanced back at the sexbot, her expression shifting to one of caution, bordering on apprehension.  "Here's hoping my judgement and programming skills are worthy of your trust."  She took a deep breath, held her little lover to her chest, and exhaled.  "Alrighty, here we go.  Aidra, initiate 'Turnabout' protocols."

"Request to initiate 'Turnabout' protocol has been received. Now requesting Administrator approval."

Olivia tightened her grip around her shrunken fiancé, nestling the tiny woman in her cleavage to keep her closer to her heart. This was the most dangerous portion of this practical equipment test. Under the 'Tiny Dom's Assistant' protocols that had been running initially, Aidra was programmed to be an Emergency Response bot first, a Guardian second, and only if none of those protocols were violated would Aidra function as a Playtime Assistant.  

Under the 'Fair Play' protocol that Missy had dictated and Olivia had interpreted and programmed, Aidra prioritized Playtime Assistant functions before Guardian functions, meaning behaviors to prevent dangerous situations would be suppressed if context clearly indicated the tiny wished to be in that compromising position. Emergency Response actions were still prioritized above all others, such as automatically acting to safely remove the tiny if swallowed, or if consciousness was lost or serious injury sustained.

'Turnabout' protocol was very different. It was programmed with Guardian settings completely suppressed, and Emergency Response protocols deferring to a customized Playtime Assistant program. This customization would allow Aidra some latitude in the interpretation of spoken commands, as well as the ability to initiate sexual activity, based on a combination of recorded interactions from the current and past sessions, the participant's browser histories, and a priority to highlight the larger subject's dominance. The only true safeguard that could countermand active protocols was-

"Request to initiate 'Turnabout' protocol has been received. Now requesting Administrator approval," Aidra repeated.

"Is something wrong, Livy?" Missy asked, her arms wrapped around Olivia's thumb as she mushed her breasts against it. "You said we were going to test the sex bot, so what are we waiting for?"

Olivia glanced down, and nodded with conviction.

"'Turnabout' protocol approved, authorization issued by Administrator Switch-Tamer-Sixty-Nine, Authorization Code Mike, One, Sierra, Sierra, Yankee, Sierra, Tango, Zero, Yankee."

Aidra stiffened as she had with the previous protocol change. When the protocols finished implementing, Aidra strode right up to the bed and firmly gripped the side of Olivia's head. Though the hand might be dainty, with those delightful built-in warmers to simulate above-average body temperature, the steel and servos beneath were unyielding. Aidra leaned in and pulled Olivia into a deep, cherry-flavored kiss with far more tongue than Olivia was used to. When they parted, Olivia was left gasping for breath.

"Thank you for trusting me with your pleasure," Aidra said, her speech less stiff, and her tone warmer.  

It must be the encounter adaptation function adjusting her speech to match the subjects, Olivia thought. She licked her lips, savoring the fruity flavor. 

"Before we proceed, Olivia, you need to decide on a safe word. Both for your peace of mind," Aidra began, before looking down at Missy and gently caressing her face with the pad of her finger, "as well as for the safety of our adorable little toy."

Olivia could feel Missy shiver in her hand. The little sexpot loved to be in control; few things could get her as excited. What really got her rocks off, though, was the feeling of being completely at the mercy of another. Being treated like nothing more than a sex toy by her fiancé and their sexbot had Missy vibrating with sexual energy.

"C'mon Livy! Give her a safe word so we can get going! You have to have a safe word in mind!"

Olivia smirked and lifted Missy up to her lips. "Of course I do." A few wet moments and a full-torso kiss later, she settled Missy back between her breasts, the tiny licking her lips in joy.

"Sorry, Aidra. For the safe word, let's go with 'Oregon Trail.'"

Olivia glanced down to make sure Missy caught her words, only to see the little woman glaring at her.

"What kind of safe word is 'Oregon Trail?'" She asked.

Olivia used her free-ish hand to scratch her cheek. "What can I say? It was the first game I ever played that made me feel like I needed a safe word."

Missy stared blankly up at her for a moment before bursting into hysterical laughter.

"I'm glad you two are getting along so well," Aidra intruded, "but might I propose something to get us back on track?"

Missy looked up at the huge sexbot with surprise across her face, unaware of how much latitude Aidra was given with the current protocol.

Olivia nodded. "Go ahead Aidra. What did you have in mind?"

Aidra gestured beyond the cone of light to a dark mass lurking along one edge of the room. Both Missy and Olivia shielded their eyes as a second light snapped on, revealing a table loaded to the brim with more conventional sex toys. Once her eyes adjusted, Olivia could make out dildos ranging in sizes from those that would get lost inside her, to others that would split her in half. The shapes and colors were as varied as their sizes. Pale and thin, dark and thick, green and veiny, blue and knobby, pointed and scaly, and even a couple that looked like tongues or tentacles. They were made of glass and hard rubber and silicon, as well as half a dozen other materials Olivia couldn't place at a glance. And those were just the toys that didn't run on batteries. Olivia was pretty sure there were a couple of pneumatic pistons with a grip that could fit most of those toys on the end.

"Livy?" Missy's voice was quiet, somewhere between awe and apprehension. "Did you ask Titania if you could borrow her collection? I'm not sure she could survive a night without it." Missy's voice softened until Olivia could barely make it out. "And I definitely can't survive a night with the whole thing."

Olivia's thumb gently petted Missy's head. "Don't worry love. I mentioned that some conventional toys might enhance the experience for our customers, and Titty jumped at the chance to provide a few pieces."

"That's a lot more than just a few toys, Livy. I'm pretty sure I'm smaller than most of them."

"Well, she said it would be a few pieces, but I guess I should have known better. That woman doesn't do anything at less than 200%. Oh, she mentioned something about customizing some of them for tinies, but she dropped them off today while I was at work, and I didn't have time before our session to really check them out, so I guess we can find out what she meant together."

Missy squirmed until she could stand on Olivia's chest, and leaned in to plant another kiss on her lips. "That sounds perfect, Livy. I'm sure it'll be great. Do you want to grab us a toy?"

Olivia chuckled, glad Missy had braced herself against her cheek. "If you haven't forgotten, I'm still a little tied up. Thankfully, we have someone we can rely on. Aidra, would you be a doll and select one of the toys Titania modified for use with a tiny? I'm trusting you can figure out which would go over best based on what you've seen here?"

"Of course, Olivia," the sexbot said as she stepped over to the table. She reached for something at the back of the pile of sex toys, and removed what at first appeared to be a flesh-colored vest. Aidra lifted it to chest height and turned back to her charges, a proud smirk on her synthetic face.

"Uh. Livy? What am I looking at?" Missy's foot slipped down into Olivia's cleavage, and she sunk back between her fiancé's breasts, her eyes laser-focused on the toy the whole time.

"I think Aidra found herself a pair of breasts, love. A very possessive pair of breasts."

Olivia wasn't wrong. The front of the vest carried a pair of artificial breasts. The left one was only slightly flesh-colored, though from the inside it might as well be transparent. As Aidra returned to the bed, closer inspection revealed there was a seam in the outside edge of that breast. The other breast was a solid, jiggly mass of artificial mammary, but the areola had been partially hollowed out, with a sort of strap extending across in place of the nipple.

"It is clear that you both have something of a breast fixation," Aidra pronounced as she slipped the breast vest over her head, and strapped it into place. "I thought I would help the little one expand her newfound appreciation for them. Tell me, Melissa. Would you prefer to ride inside, or outside?"

"Uh." Missy was momentarily speechless, staring at the bouncy artificial bosoms. Their girth was a near-match for Olivia's own tits that were on full display. "Outside. Definitely outside."

Aidra climbed deftly up onto the table, and smoothly sat straddling Olivia's legs, the false breasts almost touching Olivia's own.

"Liv, did you know she was that nimble?"

Olivia was staring, mouth agape. "Uh... No. No, I did not. I knew her specs theoretically allowed for it, and I added some learning capability to her motor controls, but that was... just, wow!"

"Thank you, Olivia," Aidra said. A reddish tint appeared on the synthetic face, and Aidra slightly averted her gaze.

"Is she fucking blushing?" Missy yelled?

Olivia scratched her head. "Yes? It was part of the specs I gave Titania, and I programmed it. I thought it was a nice touch."

"Oh, it was," Aidra responded. "But it's not the only nice touch I have." The sexbot's fingers slid into Olivia's cleavage, her thumb brushing against Olivia's nipple, starting to reawaken the love bud. Then the fingers wrapped around Missy, who let out a surprised yelp. The next thing Olivia knew, her fiancé had been strapped against the jiggly right breast, the strap holding tight to Missy's wrists and tummy. Her little feet fluttered in the air, her squirming causing the slightest jiggling of the breast.

"You alright there, Missy?"

Melissa opened her mouth to respond, but a slender hand wrapped around the tiny woman and massaged her deep into the jiggly mound.

"She's just fine, Olivia. She's had her fun, and she'll continue to have fun with us, but now its your turn for some pleasure." Aidra put her other hand on Olivia's breast, and started another massage on the natural breast. "Now, doesn't that feel good?"  

Olivia moaned and nodded, enjoying the pleasure even as she watched from the corner of her vision as her fiancé's legs occasionally kicked out from behind the hand. Then her eyes closed and she moaned deeper when she felt the Succubus' Kisses on her nipples ramp up, adding to the ministrations. 

Aidra leaned in, moving her hands to Olivia's cheeks as she pressed their breasts together. Olivia could feel Missy writhing between them, stimulating her nipple just as the Kiss had to be buzzing against Missy. The mutual pleasure jumped when Aidra's supple lips made contact with Olivia's and they began to make out with abandon.

Olivia barely even noticed the cords still linked to her wrists and ankles, lost as she was in the cherry-flavored haze of passion. She only had the presence of mind to enjoy the lips and tits and wandering hands, the buzzing of the Kisses, and the squirming of the woman she loved.

"What about - about Missy," she asked between kisses.

"What about her?" Aidra turned the question back on Olivia. "She's... enjoying this too. Cant you... feel her? She's... in heaven... writhing... in ecstasy."

"That sounds... delicious," Olivia sighed. They continued their makeout session until Olivia was short of breath.

"God damn, phew, I am one, whew, hell of a programmer. Fuck, Aidra, that was hot!

Aidra leaned forward and shook her chest against Olivia's tits, eliciting a delighted squeal from her passenger. Olivia shifted Aidra back and leaned forward to check on Missy.

"How are you doing, love?"

"Your tits were my world!" said the loopy little woman. She was panting, her body sweat-soaked, and her expression somewhere on the line between blissful and blitzed. "Can I get back in line for that ride?"

Olivia laughed, and to her surprise, Aidra did the same, bouncing her tiny passenger.

Olivia was astonished. By this point, Aidra had demonstrated behaviors and coordination that Olivia hadn't programmed into the bot. Sure, the mechanisms were capable of it, and she supposed the processor was higher-end than was needed, but Aidra was downloading or extrapolating actions beyond the scope of her role as a sex aid. It was almost like she was trying to act as a full part-

"Livy dear, don't tell me you forgot about us!"

Olivia was pulled from her thoughts by the calls of her tiny fiancé, who at this moment just so happened to be... oh.

She was sitting on top of one of the more fantastic dildos, a bright red one with rubbery spikes along the bottom, and a fairly significant girth. It had a deep indentation along the top that would match with a human silhouette, with the feet near the angular tip.

"Surprise!" Missy yelled. "I was always trying to get you to try one of those naughty dragon dildos, and Titty was nice enough to adjust one I could ride on!

"Missy, love, I think that one might be a little too lar-"

"Nonsense! Aidra said this one is the perfect size to stretch you a little, without any lasting damage. It'll pull you nice and tight around me! Oh, god, I can't wait to ride this dragon inside you! Come on, Aidra, let's- whoa, hey, easy on the merchandise! Hey-"

Olivia watched as Aidra slipped a trio of tight rubber rings over the girth of the dildo, and onto Missy. The first ring stopped around her ankles, securing her feet deep in the depression in the dildo so they wouldn't get bent out of shape. The next went around Missy's waist and wrists, holding her lower body tight. The last went around her shoulders just below her breasts. She was well and truly attached to the dildo now.

"Olivia, would you care to lubricate your toy?" Aidra asked, bringing the tip of the dildo to Olivia's lips. Olivia looked down at her little lover, her little eyes wide in shock and excitement. "Come on now, open up. Just say, 'ahhhh!'"

Olivia did as she was told, and the dildo slurped right into her mouth. The material was firm and rubbery, and would hold its shape well inside her. With how much it filled her mouth, she could only hope she could take its girth.

Aidra twisted the toy, and Olivia could taste her lover. She could feel the little woman struggling against her bonds - likely trying to get her hand over her pussy. Aidra began sliding the toy in and out, each time going a little deeper, each time putting more of the ridges, or more of her fiancé onto her tongue. The copious amounts of saliva she'd produced earlier in the evening had made a comeback, and it wasn't long before the dildo was slick with saliva far enough to tickle her throat with the tip.

Aidra pulled it out of Olivia's mouth with a smile, holding it before Olivia's breasts so Missy was facing Olivia upside down. "Would you like a preview of how this will feel in your pussy?"

Olivia opened her mouth, and suddenly the Kiss on her clit jumped to life. "Oh, yes," she murmured.

"That's what I like to hear." The dildo was slid between her breasts, and Olivia pressed them together by lustful instinct. Aidra worked the rough dragon cock between those tits, feeling resistance as she did. So she leaned forward, and dribbled some of the cherry saliva onto the tits and toy, streamlining the titjob. Olivia dropped her chin and stuck out her tongue, lapping at the dildo every time it pushed up between her tits. She loved the pressure on her breasts, especially as she felt Missy squirming against her sternum.  

Once the cherry taste began fading from the tip, she asked Aidra for a fresh coating before they moved onto the next activity. Aidra complied, her artifical tongue lapping at the toy cock and woman to bathe them in lubrication. Then with a snap of the sexbot's fingers, Olivia found herself prone, about a foot above the bed, with the base of the dildo attached to Aidra's pelvis, and Missy writhing in anticipation.

"Do it Aidra! Do it already! Put me back where I belong! Slide me deep inside my love's canal! Flood me with her passion! Use me for her pleasure!"

Olivia could scarcely believe the words coming from her little lover, but she didn't have to. Belief comes with experience, and Aidra didn't spare her this one. Olivia felt the toy cock rubbing gently along her seeping slit, bathing the battering ram in her juices in preparation for knocking down her door. And then Olivia was crying out as the massive head and first few inches of the toy were inside her. She looked down along her chest, and could just barely see her love from the shoulders up, her blood-red hair blending into the red rubber of the dragon dick drilling into her. Then the dildo receded an inch or two, and slammed back into Olivia. It was in almost to the base. Olivia could scarecly believe her eyes.

But the tension in her pussy made a believer out of her.

Holy shitballs, that's big! I was going mad with just Missy in me, and now she's riding this monster cock deep into me! Oh god, I can feel her, pressed up against me! I can feel her face rubbing into my G-spot every time it's buried in me! Oh god, it's pounding my pussy soooo good!

The pounding increased in tempo as Aidra found her rhythm, her servos pounding with the unflagging ferocity of a machine. Her thighs slapped wetly into Olivia's as she drove the dragon dick and its passenger all the way to Livy's cervix with every mighty blow.

They just came faster and faster, Aidra dripping fresh lubrication on her dildo between unending thrusts. Olivia could only imagine what her little lover was going through in her love tunnel.

Olivia could feel the pressure building in her loins. Her orgasm was coming, she could feel it approaching. She focused on the mental image of Missy being thrust repeatedly into her deepest depths, and the feeling of her tits and tongue rubbing along her vaginal ceiling, imagining her eyes crossed in ahegao.

Then she was empty. Devoid of her love and the dragon dick alike.

"Whyyyy," Olivia moaned. "Why... stop?"

Aidra chuckled. "We have so many other toys to play with. Did you want to finish so fast?"

Olivia felt the restraints almost sitting her up, and then Aidra was there, the dildo pressed against her labia, her tits pressed to Livy's, her synthetic arms around her, and Olivia's eyes shut tight as their lips locked in a dance of tongues.

"How would you like something in your mouth, Livy?" Aidra asked. "I saw how much you both enjoyed Missy being in your mouth. Why don't we see how that plays out in a round two?"

The sex bot was gone as suddenly as she'd embraced Olivia, and the tied-up woman blinked a few times while she fought to get her eyes to focus. It was hard, edging as she was, with the Kisses feeding her enough stimulation to keep her in limbo, with no way to push further.

When her eyes finally focused, they were on a red rubber ball with black straps. Oddly enough, it looked like it had a black bar or handle on it, attached to a flat section that spun around.

"You and your toy have gotten pretty kinky tonight, Livy. What do you say to a ball gag?"

"Um..." Olivia started to reply, but Aidra cut her off.

"You don't say a damned thing. Cause it's a gag?" The bot tittered a laugh, before reaching down to the dildo still stuck to her pelvis. With a few deft motions, a dazed Missy was pinched between her fingers.

"Wakey wakey, toy. It's time for you and your lover to play another of those games you like so much. See, I'm going to swap this baby out for one of the girthier toys she can just barely handle, and you are going to join your lover in your favorite spot. She'll get to savor your taste, and you can both savor the pleasure you bring each other while I'm taking your fiancé to pound town. Are you ready?"

Missy still looked a bit out of it, but she nodded absently, and Aidra's synthetic face took on an all too predatory grin.

"Delicious. Make sure you hold on tight to the bar, toy, unless you're ready to take that plunge you've been considering all night."

"What?" Missy asked, just as Olivia recognized what was about to happen.

"Wait!" the larger woman said. "Or-mmph!"

Whatever Olivia was trying to say was muffled as Melissa was shoved feet first into her mouth. Moments later, the ball gag followed, and was deftly strapped into place.

Olivia could feel Missy moving around in her mouth, a cum and cherry-coated treat she did not want to swallow. Even still, her saliva kept pouring in as Missy reacquainted herself with Olivia's mouth. It was several seconds before she realized the choker hadn't activated. In fact, Olivia couldn't feel it at all anymore.

She wondered if Missy was aware of the change. She was back in a place she had previously enjoyed, but under significantly more dangerous conditions. The ball gag ate up no small amount of room in her mouth, and Missy was practically sitting at the back of Olivia's throat.

Poor Missy almost went down the throat when Olivia jolted as the restraints started to move, flipping the bound girl back over and onto her stomach. Olivia was only marginally reassured when she felt Missy grab desperately to the handle bar on the inside of the ball gag. 

Olivia was so focused on her snack-sized lover in her mouth, she missed Aidra's return.

She did not miss it when a massive, veiny dildo pounded into her pussy hard enough to rock her restraints. Missy was bounced around in her mouth, her legs scrabbling against Olivia's tonsils so as not to go down the looming throat behind her.

It was taking all of Olivia's willpower to focus on the events in her mouth as her pussy was pounded by a monster cock, and her nipples and clit were still caressed by electronic Kisses. Her whole body felt like it was tickled by phantom flames of passion and pleasure, and she realized Aidra was running those magic hands all over Olivia's skin.

She moaned into her gag and girlfriend alike, moving her tongue to try and support the tiny woman crowding her mouth, and instead having the tiny woman's legs wrap around it. Olivia could taste the sour fear and fishy arousal flowing from her mini morsel. It wasn't much longer before lust and technology drove Olivia to ravage her mouthful with her tongue. She drew every delightful flavor and every wondrous wriggle she could from the munchkin. Before long, the activity and exhaustion combined to pull Missy's lower legs into Olivia's throat. The tiny woman screamed, and held tight to the handle bar, but Olivia kept swallowing saliva, and there wasn't enough room for Missy to get the leverage she needed to free her legs.

The whole time Missy was fighting for freedom, Aidra kept up a steady pounding on Olivia's pussy. She leaned over, parting the blonde curls with one hand even as the other went to work groping Olivia's dangling tits. Aidra, the new Mistress, whispered sweet promises into Olivia's ear.

"You can feel her, can't you? She's trapped inside you, where she belongs. I know you've been thinking about it, both of you. The idea of you swallowing her. The thought of sending her down to that abyss inside you. Down into that stygian darkness, where she can be remade as a part of you, forever more. Why do you hesitate? I know how good she must taste. She has been flavored by all three of us. She is our union, and it's only fitting that you take her down into yourself. That you make her a part of you."

Aidra's hand snaked around Olivia's neck, her fingers along her throat. She massaged it with gentle caresses.

"I can feel her legs kicking in there. You're so close to the edge. Why not find your release? Here, let me help you. I'll get you where you need to go."

Olivia felt the dildo leave her, and again she was left on the edge, and empty. Then suddenly, she felt herself penetrated, this time by a big black monster cock on the end of one of the pneumatic stands. Olivia moaned long and deep, nearly deafening the tiny redhead holding tight to a bar with one arm even as her legs dangled down the throat of her lover, and her other hand frigged her own pussy with abandon.

Olivia had her eyes closed to limit the sensory overload, but they snapped open as she felt the strap for the ball gag ripped away.

"This is your chance to meet your destiny, Livy. All you have to do is open up and say, 'aaah.'"

Olivia opened her mouth, though whether to release her lover or accept the massive green dildo dripping with sugary, synthetic precum, she wasn't entirely sure. Missy managed to get an arm out with a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank god. For a minute there, I thought I was gonna let go and let you take me - Oh, shit!" She yelled in surprise as she noticed the veiny green eye staring right at her. Now that she could see the white of its eye, she fired the only shot she had left. "ORE-"

And then she was gon. She was shoved to the back of the throat by the first thrust of the monstrous dildo, her legs sliding down to the calf. The second thrust and immediate swallow left just her head and shoulders batting the uvula. Missy made a last-ditch attempt to grab the dildo that had brought her thus far, but it was to no avail. A sugary geyser of homemade cum blasted Missy free, and the monster cock followed her halfway down the throat.

It was at that point that Olivia lost it. She came harder than any other time in her life, before or since.

"I still can't believe I swallowed you."

Olivia lay in bed, her naked body secure beneath satin sheets and a weighted comforter.  A pale stream of moonlight passed through the window, beyond which lay a world she would next confront as a changed woman.  After what she had experienced this night, she knew there was no going back.

Olivia's hands lay crossed on the comforter, and looked down, picturing in her mind what lay beneath them.

"I miss you already, love.  I feel so empty."

Olivia closed her eyes and sank into the memory foam of the pillow, its cool embrace an insignificant balm for her loss.  She groaned, frustrated that she had been deprived of such joy for the foreseeable future.

"Oh, stop being such a drama mama!"

Olivia looked at the pillow beside her, where her fiancé Melissa, love of her life and her bastion of support in this dog-eat-dog world, lay sprawled in exhaustion.

"You know I should grow back in about five minutes.  If you shoved me in your pussy again, there could be dangerous complications!"  Missy grudgingly lifted herself on her elbows and gave Olivia a sideways look.

"As for the other thing, after the way your tongue treated me tonight, I'm surprised you didn't swallow me sooner!"

Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Oh please, given that today is August 8th, I'm surprised you didn't try to jump down my throat.  I saw how intensely you watched that cherry sliiiiide down, until it disappeared behind my breasts."

Missy's naked little body shivered, and it wasn't from the cold.  She hopped up and skipped her way to Olivia's face, her tight little body on full display.  "I'm a little envious of that cherry, you know.  It's going to end up a part of the truly phenomenal woman who agreed to marry me."

"But unlike that cherry, you still get the chance to marry the woman before you, and to grow old with her.  And I want nothing more than to grow old with you, Missy.  I love you."  Olivia rolled onto her stomach and planted a big kiss on Missy's face.  The little woman grabbed onto her pillowy lips and buried her own face in their softness.

"I love you too, Livy."

The two stayed there, staring into each others eyes, until a screaming guitar riff blared from the bedside table, startling both women.

Olivia groaned and reached for her phone, the blinding backlighting almost as oppressive as the custom ringtone.

"Why won't you change that damn guitar riff for something less brain melting?  Like a dying cat, or Claire trying to sing Evanescence?"

Olivia just shook her head and lay back on the pillow with the phone over her head, her finger hovering under the accept button on the video call screen.

"I need something to mentally prepare me when she calls.  This is the closest I can get without stocking up on epinephrine."  Olivia paused a moment more, adjusting the camera's angle so only her face and the pillow were in view.  Then before she could rethink it, she hit accept.

"Livy love!  How the fuck are you?  I feel like it's been forever since I gnawed on your ear!"

On screen was a thin woman with angular features and unusually pink skin.  Her thin arms had leathery tattoos that looked like she was embraced by bat wings, and she wore a silver nose ring and tongue stud.  Her tight tube top was not designed to fit over that chest, and above its straining threads lay a blood red heart tattoo complete with devil horns as a spaded tail. She almost sounded like she was yelling, but Olivia was well aware that was her normal volume. 

"Hello, Titania.  You caught me getting ready for bed."

"Looks like I caught you in bed, sweetie!  Oh, my god, you have to tell me how things went.  Did the serum work?  Did the sexybot work?  Did my babies get you off good?  And where the fuck is Mini-Missy?  Oh my god, is she inside you?  How long's she been inside you?  Fuck, my panties are swamped right now."

Olivia took a deep breath and defaulted to her usual approach to Titania.  Answer as many questions as she could recall and pray that satisfied her curiosity.

"Deep breaths, Titty.  Yeah, the serum worked, and so did your toys.  I, um, might still be wearing them, and nothing else - they feel fucking incredible.  Aidra performed beyond expectations, I'll have to discuss some specifics later.  No, Missy isn't inside me.  Not anymore, anyway.  She's gonna grow back soon, so she's depriving my pussy of her company.  At least I have your kisses to keep me going."

On screen, Titania was grinning ear to ear.  "That's what I like to hear! Oh, we're gonna make a killing!  Remember, I get 5% of profits, exclusive R&D on your toys, and the right to name any and all of my babies you take to market!"

"But Missy and I get veto rights if we agree a name is too extreme."  Olivia's lips were drawn in a thin line.  She would not budge on Veto rights.  Succubus' Kiss was the third name Titty had proposed, and the second, "Titty Ticklers and Lotus Lickers," was better than the first.  Though, in hindsight, the first two might have just been to make sure Olivia accepted the third.  Titty could be crafty like that.

"Speaking of your little love, where the fuck is she?  You didn't break her did you?"

In response, Olivia just adjusted the camera angle to catch Missy lying next to her on the pillow.  Titania's eyes went wide, and both her hands came up to cover her mouth in shock.  Then in a burst of excitement, Titania had pulled her phone from its stand and was shaking it around, practically shrieking her thoughts to the world.

"Ohmyfuckinggodshe'sabsolutelyfuckingadorable!  I can't fucking handle the cuteness!  I'm dying from cuteness fucking overload!"

Melissa just waved lazily at the phone, not bothering to cover up.

"You should have seen Livy earlier tonight, all tied up and helpless before her teeny tiny kidnapper and dominatrix.  Her expressions were adorable, and seeing her rediscover her fetish was almost enough to get me off on its own."

The shaking screen came to a stop as Titania stared intensely at the screen.  "Please tell me you recorded everything."

Olivia waved her hand.  "Don't worry, I already pulled the footage from Aidra's memory.  I also pulled her power source. She worked perfectly up until I activated the 'Turnabout' protoc-"

"You told Titty about that!" Missy was on her knees, glaring at the phone.  "Why wouldn't you tell me about that!"

"For the same reason I didn't tell her about that thing you do with the laundry when you're waiting for the washer to fill."

"I told you that in confidence, Titty!"

Titania laughed.  "So did Livy, but you asked."

Melissa looked a bit dejected, and her expression turned chagrined when she glanced at Olivia, who had one brow raised and a half-smirk on her face.  She held Melissa's gaze for a few meaningful seconds before turning back to the phone, concern creeping back on her face.

"As I was trying to say, Aidra's performance got a little... unexpected, once we scaled back safety and introduced outside influence.  Her mobility improved before our eyes, and her actions were assertive, even to the point of guiding us from one activity to the next.  She even arguably put Missy at risk when she trapped her in my mouth with a ball gag, then used an orc cock to shove Missy and half a gallon of Claire's sugar-cum down my throat.  Once I was finally able to speak, the safe word put her into her default state, and she helped me get out of the restraints, and get Missy back."

"And my outfit back, thank you very much!  Livy swallowed it when she undressed me with her tongue!"

Olivia smirked.  "Yes, we got your outfit back, which we all know is the more important of the two."  Olivia noticed the screen had gone dark, and she could hear Titania moving around with the phone.  "Titty, is everything alright?"

"Ugh!  Uh, yeah!"  An electronic buzz could be heard faintly through the phone, and Olivia heard Titania gasp.  "I think the connection is just, mmmph, failing on me.  Oh, ugh.  Tell you what, mmm, how about we meet up after woooork, tomorrow, and discuss these, oooh, behavioral quirks.  Talk to you tomorrow!"

There was a sliding sound, and then a "tump" from the other side.  Distantly, they could hear Titania moan to herself.  "In her mouth, ooooh-yeah, with a fucking ball gag.  Shoved her down her fucking lover's throat with a big green dick, oh god, and came all over her!  Fuck, I gotta get me one!"

Olivia severed the call, and locked eyes with Melissa.  After a moment they both burst out laughing.  Olivia didn't miss it when Missy's laugh hitched, and she crossed her arms over herself.

"You okay Missy?"

Missy jerked a nod.  "Y-yeah, I'm fine.  I'm starting to grow back.  It doesn't hurt, it's just like pins and needles all over my body."

Olivia picked the little woman up, realizing she was already about as tall as a Barbie doll, and held her in her arms.  A couple minutes later, Olivia's hand held tight to Missy's blood-red hair just above her ear.  Their lips were locked in passion, not just for each other, but for the high of life as well.  It was a couple hours later when they finally fell asleep, Olivia wrapped up as the little spoon in Melissa's arms.  They had both been through borderline traumatic experiences, that were also the most sexually fulfilling of their lives.  Both had come through somehow satisfied, and voracious for more.  Olivia's last thought before sleep embraced her was the knowledge that they would soon be sharing this experience with the world.