#mistress story
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Part 3
“Anon, I have something to show you.”
I heard Mistress open the door, and the sharp click of her heels as she entered. She lifted the lid of my box, where I was working on a sudoku puzzle as big as I was with a bit of pencil lead. I smiled when I saw her face. She was practically beaming. Of course I wanted to see what she had today, though being six inches tall myself, I would have a hard time saying now.
She picked me up, carefully as always. I climbed into the fox fur around her neck and got comfortable. Mm, Mistress Milly always smelled intoxicating. I wondered if it was just my feelings for her, or she designed this perfume to make men weak. Either way, my head was swimming by the time we made it down to her experiment.
The first basement of her mansion she had designated the laboratory. Most new servants of Mommy Milly spend their first week here, receiving not only training, but indoctrination, and, in some cases, minor surgery. Below us even further was the dungeon, the “cellar” where she keeps potential servants in mind-melting stasis, and the Chamber. I’m not sure if anyone but Milly knew what happened on that floor.
As Mistress stopped, I looked up. She stood admiring a tall, taut man standing perfectly still.
“Anon, meet Oak.”
The man was firm and stable, almost as tall as Milly herself. He had his eyes closed, and was naked save for a brightly colored apparatus around his loin. He was caged and plugged with it I could see, though I suspected it did more. I wanted one.
Mistress ran her finger softly against the man’s cheek. “Oak here was quite a vocal one when he first came to me. Headstrong, stubborn.” She leaned her face very close to his and smiled.
“Now he’ll obey just about everything he’s told. Took me quite some time to perfect the process. But now he is the first of his kind.” Mistress Milly smiles triumphantly. “I think he’s finally ready to do some work here at the mansion.”
I pulled myself closer to her face and kissed her cheek. I loved seeing my Mistress happy.
“Oak, follow me to the second floor.”
The man’s eyes opened gently, and he nodded, but said nothing.
The second floor- that was the ladies’ dormitory. Oak would have a long night ahead of him.
I’d been set inside my box and left by myself for a few hours since then. Mistress had left the mansion to travel for the night- to Paris or Vienna getting politicians from all over the world wrapped around her majestic fingers. Too dark to read, I was laying in my cotton pile nearly dreaming.
The light flipped on to the room outside, and I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me. My head cocked as I tried to place the sound. Soon, light flooded in to my box as a pretty hand lifted the lid. Then, a pretty face, pressed almost to the cardboard edge to peer inside. Pink hair, bright eyes. One of Mistress’ many adorable female servants, although which one was a mystery to me. Her eyes locked on to me and brightened as she smiled. “Hello,” she grinned coyly. I wanted to say her name was Sienna, but honestly I had no clue.
I stood up, not sure how to present myself to one of Milly’s ladies. The air stirred as I did so, and I smelled something I couldn’t quite place. “Can I take you out?” she said, without waiting for me to respond. Her hands were soft, but a little clumsy, as she lifted me out of the box and set me on the table. She poured something from a glass bottle onto the table where it pooled into a brown circle on the wood. It smelled similar to she did- oh. It was brandy. I don’t remember ever drinking, but for sure I recognized alcohol. “Drink up,” she giggled slurring a little. “The girls and Oak are having a party. I wanted to bring you too.”
I looked down at the little splash of brandy on the table, not entirely sure what to do. I placed my hand it, and pulled out a little droplet- the way liquids stick to themselves at this size was amazing to me. In the light, I could see a sparkling gold color as I brought my hand up. I considered it closer. Surely one drop wouldn’t hurt, right?
The night evaporated in a blur. I remember reaching the second floor, hearing squeals of pleasure and low-pitched moans coming from behind a door. Oak had his hands full, I knew. Probably some other parts of him filled too. I remember people- women and gurls moving and twirling and coming together in a whirlwind of body heat and excited breath. I remember Sienna- that was probably her name- slumped up against the wall at one point, muttering about how Mommy Milly “keeps me all to herself.” More after that is hazy, and I couldn’t trust myself to recall what really happened and what I dreamed.
When I came to, it was bright, I was sore, and my head was throbbing. I tried to bring my hand up to shield my eyes from the light. Tried. My eyes opened and tried to focus, but all I saw below me was bright red, solid, covering me from my feet all the way up to my chest. Firm, shiny. It was wax. Wax, and I was immobilized in it, only able to move my head and shoulders. Then I saw Mommy Milly, several feet away in leather, wearing a wicked-looking strap-on.
It was right then I knew I was in trouble.
“Oh good, you’re finally awake.” The chilling voice of my Mistress cooed. “I hear you had quite a party last night.”
Mistress turned away from me and I saw bent over the table a pretty young lady with pink hair. The girl from last night, tied with her perfect behind stretched out for Mommy Milly.
“I’m glad you’ve had your fun. But now, I’m going to have my fun. Milly looked to me and winked before plunging her enormous strap-on into Sienna’s tight rear end. Screams, first of pain, then of pleasure, came from Sienna’s lips. Mistress Milly seemed to be enjoying herself too, as she got more into it and deeper with every thrust. My cock tried to harden as I saw it happen. The sights, the sounds broke me. But my poor tiny penis, encased in wax, could only stiffen and then ache as it tried to expand. There was simply no room. And so I watched Mistress teach her servant a lesson, and she taught me, all three of us shaking and moaning and loving every day at my beautiful Mistress’ mansion.
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