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.