The Best Laid Plans...
by Conrad




I sat at Heather's desk and looked at the device I had been working on for so long. It was finally finished and just in time to surprise Heather for our anniversary. I knew that it would be the best gift I had given her in the three years that we had been dating. For her, there could be no better gift than a tiny man of her very own.

I had learned of her fantasies by accident. I had needed to do some work on a paper. She had a computer in her dorm room. I went there to do my work. When I got there, neither Heather nor her roommate had been home so I let myself in.

I was sorry that Heather would not be there to keep me company, but I was relieved that Lenee, her bitch of a roommate, was not going to be there to harass me. Lenee was a typical spoiled rich girl. Her father had made an arrangement with the school for her to have a suite to herself, but there had been some sort of screw up by the administration. For this reason, and so many others, she resented having to share a suite with Heather. She took every opportunity to cause Heather grief. This included trying to make her jealous. She relentlessly teased me with her incredible body. She had blonde hair that she had let grow down to her perfectly shaped ass. Her breasts were 36 DD's and seemed even larger protruding from her 22-inch waist. The fact that she was only five feet tall also added to their incredible appearance. This body was always concealed by the least amount of clothes allowed by law.

Whenever I was over, she pranced around in her skimpy lingerie. She would bend over to pick something up, reach over me to get something that just happened to be placed over my head, and she even did aerobics in her lingerie. Once when I had come over to visit and Heather was not there, Lenee had invited me in to watch TV until Heather came home. When I sat down in the chair in front of the TV, she sat on my lap. She said it was because the chair was the only one with a good view of the TV. I was wearing shorts and could feel her supple ass through the sheer material of her lingerie. She wrapped her arms tightly around my head, for support she said. I tried to push her off, but she pulled tighter forcing my face into her breasts. I began to get hard and, since it was obvious to her, she began to giggle. She began to bounce up and down on my lap and I knew that it would only be a matter of time before I came. Just then, the door opened and Heather walked in. Lenee looked at her, smiled an evil smile, got up, and went to her room without a word. Heather and I had a big fight that night, but we got over it.

Anyway, when I went onto Heather's computer, I opened the word processor program and began typing. I was typing along for a little while and decided I had better save my work. When I went to save the file, I saw a file named "Private Journal." I had always wondered what Heather really thought of me, so I decided to take a peek. It was password protected, but I used my computer skills and backdoored it. When I opened it, I was in for the surprise of my life. It was filled with stories about women who controlled and tortured tiny men. They had been downloaded from some giantess site on the internet. The really strange part was that Heather had typed in notes at the end of each story. These notes told about ways the giantess could have been crueler or methods that could have been used to tease the victim into insanity. If I didn't know Heather better I would have said that they must have come from a deranged mind. On the other hand, I was amazed that as I read my dick became harder than I could ever remember it being. I became so horny that I had to run to the bathroom to jerk off.

On that day, I knew what I would do. I planned to use what I had learned in engineering class to design a device that would shrink and enlarge a person. I was not worried about her doing any of the sick things she had fantasized about in her journal. I had a hard time believing anyone as sweet as Heather would have such diabolical thoughts, let alone act them out on someone she loved. Now if this was Lenee's computer I would take these ideas as serious threats to a person because she would carry them out. I had no fears knowing that this was not the case and I would never end up in Lenee's grasp.

I have completed the device today. It is comprised of two pieces. One piece is a pellet-sized receiver that must be swallowed by the person being shrunk. The other part looks like an ordinary watch and is to be worn on the wrist. The difference is that the set feature is used to adjust you to the reduced size you want to be. When you are done having fun, you simply change the setting to a different size or you hit reset. Simple as that.

All that is left is to test it. I decided to surprise Heather for our anniversary. She asked Lenee to find somewhere else to stay this evening and, surprisingly, the bitch-on-wheels agreed. Lenee was going to stay at the apartment of an out-of-town friend. Heather had to work today, so she gave me her key. The plan is for me to pick up a nice Chinese dinner and set up the apartment for a romantic evening. Secretly, I had altered the plan. I had bought her an engagement ring. I intended to shrink myself and hide in the empty jewelry box. Then I would put it on the kitchen counter. When she found me, I would be her present. Then I would enlarge myself and give her the ring. It would be the surprise of a lifetime.

I was glad to see that Lenee was not at the suite when I arrived to set up. I had suspected that she had something up her sleeve when she agreed to stay away so quickly. I locked the door behind me and put the Chinese food in the kitchen. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized I was really early. Heather would not be home for four hours. I decided to set up everything and test out my devise.

I took the ring out of the box and put it in my pocket. I put the card I had written on the counter and the empty box on top of it. I opened the box so that it would be easy to climb in and shut.

The time had come to test out my invention and if it worked right this would be great. I decided it would be best if I sat down on the counter so that I would not have to climb or anything. Always thinking. That's what I love about myself. I sat down and tried to think of anything I might have forgotten. I could not think of anything. I set the watch for six inches and then realized I would have to go smaller if I wanted to go in the box. So, even though this was only a test, I set the numbers to one-half inch to be sure that I could go to that small of a size. I closed my eyes and smiled.

"Well, here goes nothing."

It was amazing how quickly the transformation occurred. It was instantaneous. In less than a second, I went from six feet to half of an inch. It had worked better than I had anticipated. The only thing I had not thought of was that my clothes did not shrink with me. They had fallen to the floor in a pile. That was all right since I could enlarge myself and get them later. I walked over to the box and climbed in, a perfect fit. I love it when a plan comes together. I got out from the box and decided to enlarge myself and watch TV. I reached to my wrist to press the reset button and pulled it back in shock. The watch was not there. I looked down to be sure and my eyes confirmed it. The horror of the situation filled my mind as I realized that, like my clothes, the watch had not shrunk.

Hoping to see the watch, I ran to the edge of the counter and looked over the side. It was not there. I would have to climb down and look for it in the pile of clothes. I stood up and looked around for an electrical cord to climb down. It was then that I saw it. For some reason the watch had remained on the counter. With great relief and joy, I started walking over to it. What was in reality only a foot seemed miles but I finally got there. It was then that I realized my next problem. The reset button was at the top of the face of the watch and I was far too small to reach it. Why hadn't I left the setting at six inches for the test? Oh, well, I was a pretty good climber and knew I would have no problem climbing up there.

I grabbed hold of the sides of the watch and started pulling myself up. It was a lot harder that I had thought it would be. The smooth metal did not provide much traction. It took me ten minutes to finally reach the top. I sat there for a few seconds and caught my breath. This next part was going to tricky. I had to lean over the watch face, looking down at what was to me a thirty-foot drop, and press the button.

I lay my stomach on the rim of the watch with my legs dangling over the back of the watch. Slowly I lowered my head over the watch face and reached out with my right hand. I was able to just reach it with the tips of my fingers. In a second, my troubles would be over. I pressed the button but it did not move. I realized that I could not get enough leverage to move the button, which was larger than my hand. With all the strength, I tried again with the same lack of results. I could not believe my bad luck. Though I knew I would not be able to do it, I had to keep trying.

I decided to lean over a little farther. I put my hands on the watch and pushed myself as far forward as I thought I safely could. As I leaned forward, I lost my balance and soon found myself sliding rapidly down the side of the watch. The ride down was swift and I hit the floor with great force. I lay for a moment on the counter, torn between laughing and crying at the absurdity of my situation.

I began to move slowly, fearing that I might have broken something. To my surprise, everything seemed all right. I looked for bruises but found none. I started to think that the situation was not that bad. All I had to do was go back to the box and wait for Heather. I would carry out the plan and then she could restore me. The only problem was that I would have to wait like this for longer than I had planned. I looked at the clock. I had just less than three hours and a half hours before she would be home. It would be boring but what the hell. I started the long walk back to the box.

When I reached it, I climbed in and sat down. I shook my head and started to laugh. "The best laid plans of mice and men." I wish I were at least the size of a mouse.

I was startled out of my amusement by the sound of a key in the lock. Heather must have gotten out of work early to surprise me I thought, but the way my day was going I should have known better. I stared from the box as the doorknob turned and the door opened. With terror, I watched as Lenee stepped into the suite.

I stood in awe for a second. She looked hotter than usual. She was wearing a skintight pair red leather shorts that barely made it to the top of her thighs. A matching low cut midriff red leather top was doing its best to keep from exposing her nipples. Her tight abdomen was tan and beautiful. Blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders. I could not let her find me like this. With the greatest of care, I slowly closed the lid of the box.

From the confines of my darkened hiding spot I heard the 4" stiletto heels of her red shoes tap their way into the suite. Even with the box closed, I could hear her clearly as she began to speak.

"Hello, is anyone here?" she said in a playful tone.

I heard her walking around the den spinning the keys to the suite and Porsche from her finger. The fear that gripped me was unbearable. I could not even imagine what would happen if she found me.

"Hmm, a pile of men's clothes. Is Conrad waiting for his little Heather in the bathtub? She won't be home for awhile, maybe I should go in and keep him company."

I heard her head off to the bathroom. The door opened and she yelled, "Surprise!" to the empty room. There was a pause and then I listened to her walking over to the counter on which I was. Panic over took me. I thought about getting out and trying to run, but I knew that would be futile. I would never be able to outrun her and she would definitely find me. My best bet would be to hide here and pray for a miracle.

"This is really weird. His clothes are here and there is Chinese food. What the hell is going on here. Maybe he is a transvestite and is wearing her clothes out." She began to chuckle. "No, he is far too hot for that, though it might be fun to see him like that."

I heard her put the keys down on the counter and begin to tap her long red nails on the countertop. I was now totally paralyzed as I felt the box being moved off the card.

"Well, well, what do we have here? To my dearest Heather. You are the only one I have ever, or will ever love."

I sat in darkness as the evil bitch read the words I had written for Heather. A few times, I heard her giggle.

"So, little Heather has finally trapped him. How unfortunate for him. We will have to see what we can do about this. And this must be the ring I bet its real beautiful."

The Box began to move again. This time it was rising up off the counter. When it stopped there was a pause and then the sound of Lenee's nail tapping on the box began. Dread overtook me as I realized that the bitch was debating whether to look at the ring. I froze as a small beam of light entered my prison as a long red nail began to pry open the box. I crawled to the point farthest back in the box and curled up trying to make myself invisible. It didn't work.

When the box was fully opened, I turned to look. There I saw a perfectly made up face the size of a building. Her dark, red lips curled into a smile so evil that a chill actually ran up and down my spine. Lenee's pink tongue emerged, ever so slightly, and licked her already glistening red lips making them wetter and more inviting than before. Then she extended her long, red pinky nail and poked me. To my chagrin, it was larger than I was. I jumped back with a start.

"Oh, my yes, it is real beautiful."

She poked me several more times and I thought that her nail would cut me in half. As hard as I tried, I could not get away from it on this tiny jewelry box in the sky.

"Hey, cut it out, you stupid bitch!" I shouted as it came at me again. "You're going to hurt me!"

I was amazed when she actually stopped. She gave me a puzzled look and held her hand to ear.

"I know you said something, but I can barely hear you. Wait, sit down I have to bring you closer to my ear so that I can hear you."

I thought that she would just move the box closer to her ear, but she had another idea. The bright red nail of her middle finger came near me and slid between my ass and soft felt material of the box. She began to lift me up toward her ear. I could not believe that I was actually sitting on the tip of a human fingernail and what was worse was that my extended legs barely reached its end.

She brought my giant red seat and me up to her ear and I saw her other hand go swiftly by me. She used it to pull back her flowing blonde hair. When the hair was no longer an obstacle, she moved the nail I was on up to her ear and raised her palm, dumping me off into her ear. The she pulled back her hair to cover her ear. I was left in near darkness.

I was knocked off my feet by a sudden jolt and I realized she was walking around. I was terrified that I would fall out, but she only took a few steps and then sat down. I took a deep breath to try to calm my self and I noticed how beautiful her hair smelt. The aroma was intoxicating. It was a mix of strawberries and kiwis. It must have been her shampoo. To my chagrin, I felt dick begin to stir. How could this be happening? Here I was sitting in the ear of a woman who I believed to be evil personified, and I was becoming aroused. I brought my right hand to my penis and began to stroke, hoping to relieve the tension. I was jarred from these thoughts by a booming feminine voice.

"I asked you a question, little man. I suggest you do not anger me by ignoring me."

I began to think of what she had asked but I had been too lost in my thoughts to have heard her. I had to handle this situation delicately if I wanted to survive.

"I am sorry. I am a little confused right now and I was thinking about something else and did not hear you. What did you ask?'

"I suggest that you give me your full attention from now on. You do not want to make me repeat myself. It makes me angry. I asked you what you were trying to tell me before."

"Oh, yes, I am sorry. I was asking you to please stop poking me. I thought you might not realize how delicate I am at this size."

"I thought that is what you were trying to say, but I thought you had used different words. Did you call me something other than Lenee?

Uh-oh. Maybe she had been able to hear me before or maybe it was a bluff. To lie or not lie that is the question. I decided to be diplomatic and play both sides.

"No, I did not use any name at all and if I did, it was out of panic. You must admit this is not an ordinary position to find yourself in."

"Yes, I guess your right. Speaking of this situation, how did you get so small?"

I did not want to tell Lenee about the journal because it would embarrass Heather. But I figured there was no harm in telling the rest of it. My hand started stroking harder as I began to tell my story. I was close and hoped to have my relief by the story's end.

"Well, you see..."

"Wait a second. What are you doing in there? It feels like you are moving your feet. It is very uncomfortable sitting here like this. I am afraid that you will fall out, so I am tilting my head to the side. Now there is this vibrating that is tickling me. I am afraid for you. I think if I put you on the counter and keep my face close to you, I will be able to hear you all right."

I guess I had been moving my feet around in my attempt for release. I was impressed that she was concerned with my safety. Maybe I had misjudged her. Then it hit me. I had a raging hard-on and could not let her see me like this.

"No! I think it will probably work better like this. You might not be able to hear me and I don't feel safe traveling on your nail."

"Come on, Conrad. I will be able to hear you just fine. Besides, you don't want my neck to get all stiff. There is nothing worse than having stiff joint that feels so hard you can barely manipulate it. And you are too small to massage and relieve the tension. You know how that feels. You don't want that, do you, Conrad?

These words could be taken as an attempt at teasing. Could she possibly know what was going on in her ear? I listened to my breathing and thought that it was definitely heavy and irregular. So close to her eardrum, she would have to hear this. And it was possible that she felt me moving my legs. No, I was just reading into things, but I still could not get out like this.

Slowly light entered her ear as I saw four perfectly manicured nails push the hair behind her ear. When that hand had left, the inverted middle finger pushed its nail into the ear.

"Ok, little fella, climb on."

I did not move.

"Ok, if that's the way you want it. I am going to tilt my head the other way, any useless earwax that is not on my nail is going to plummet to the floor."

I felt her head begin to turn. Quickly I climbed on her nail and covered my penis with my hands. When the head had turned fully over, I felt the nail begin to move down toward her face. Again, I was staring at the perfect woman's face with the perfect evil smile.

"Good, you made it."

She lowered her hand to the counter and laid it flat. I took a deep breath to relieve my panic. I needed to figure out how I was going to get off of here without taking my hands away from my hard-on. Lenee looked at me for a moment and then raised her palm and slid me off.

"All off the Lenelevator for the third floor. Giant woman, appliances, and kitchen wares," She said with giggle. I sat there and smiled back at her. It was kind of a cute thing to say. She got up off the chair and got down on her knees. She put her chin down on the counter and looked at me.

"You know how many guys have tried to get me to kneel down for them," She smiled and this time it seemed almost sweet. "Ok, tell your story. But wait, I thought you were a gentlemen."

I looked at her a little puzzled.

"Don't you know that a gentleman always stands in the presence of a lady."

"He does?" I answered.

"Yes, he does."

I smiled and began the slow process of trying to stand without exposing hard-on. First, I rolled over onto my stomach with my back to her. "OOH, what a tiny tushie," She whispered loud enough for me to hear. I removed my hands and pushed myself up to a kneeling position. I raised my torso and replaced my hands on my hard-on. Then I just stepped up and turned around. It was a lot simpler than I had thought it would be.

Lenee was pouting when I turned around. Her turned up lips were full and sensuous. I felt myself becoming hard again. I gave her a puzzled look.

"Oh darn! Aren't you the shy one. I was only kidding about that gentleman shit. I was just hoping to see your dick. It must be such a cute little thing. Come on, take your hands away."

I felt her eyes glaring at my crotch and I became even harder. I smiled at her and shook my head. I wasn't sure if she was serious or just playing with me, but I had to handle this right or I might be in trouble.

"Come on, Lenee, quit it. Let me tell you what happened, so that you can help me out of this jam."

"No, if you want me to listen you have to take your hands away," she said as she put her hands over her ears.

"Come on, cut it out."

She pouted and made a face that showed she could not hear me. All right, I know when I am beaten. I pulled my hands away and held them over my head and made a "tada" gesture. My dick sprang up to full attention.

Lenee pulled her hands from her ears and smiled. Slowly her tongue appeared and wet her lips. I thought that the hungry look on her face would be enough to make me cum.

"Yummy! You are very well endowed for someone of your size. Can I touch it?"

I began to become angry. "No, you cannot touch it. Please let me just tell you what I have to tell you."

She pouted again. "Ok, but if I can't touch it neither can you. If you do, I will have to punish you. Fair enough?"

"Yeah, fine whatever."

"Swear."

"Swear."

She was pleased with herself and she smiled that evil smile.

"Ok, go ahead."

Thank God. I thought she was going to pull that "I won't listen to @!#$" again. I mean this would be easy. Now that she had seen my dick, why would I touch it again? I smiled back at her.

"I wanted to surprise Heather for our third anniversary. I am going to propose to her. I have been working on this device that will shrink a person. I thought it would be really cool."

"Wait a second. My knees are starting to hurt. I guess I am out of shape when it comes to my blowjob position. Also, this top is killing me. Since I can hear you fine, do you think it would be all right if I made myself more comfortable?"

"Cut it out, Lenee. Let me finish this."

Once again, she pouted. God she was a creature of awesome beauty and this pouty face was hypnotic.

"Pretty please," she said.

"All right, hurry up back."

"Oh, to save time I'm not even going to leave the room," she replied.

She stood up and, with her hand above her head, she arched her back. Her breasts pushed forward and nearly popped out of her top. They were amazing. I felt my dick stretch to its limited. She straightened up and her gaze went directly to hard-on. Her smile widened. She pulled up one of the tall stools to the counter and sat down.

"Now, just one more minute.'

She began to hum the stripping theme and I knew I was in trouble. Her fingers slowly clasped around the zipper that held her red leather top on. Ever so slowly, she pulled the zipper down until it was completely undone. Sensually she pulled the top off her shoulders. Out of their confines came the most perfect breasts I have ever seen. They were round, full and even without a bra they seemed to defy gravity. They were more impressive than any I had seen in pictures or my wildest fantasies. What surprised me most was that a small golden ring hung from each nipple. I never would have guessed. At the last minute, I caught myself as I realized that my hand was gravitating toward my penis. Quickly I pulled it back to my side.

"Just one more second. I need to rest these things. You would not believe how heavy they are. I will have to show you sometime."

She pulled the chair closer to the counter and laid her breasts right on the counter. I new that if I did not cum soon I would go insane, but, as physically obvious as it must have been to her, I didn't want her to know she was getting to me mentally. She reached out both of her hands and placed one on each side of me. She began to slowly drum her nails on the counter. I had always had a strange fetish for women's nails and Lenee's were always perfect. She had caught me several times staring at them and I could not help but think that she was trying to use them to make me crazy now.

"Ok, go on finish."

With the drumming of her nails echoing in my head, I tried to concentrate so that I could continue.

"All right. Where was I? Oh, yeah, I thought it would be cool if I shrunk myself and hid in the box. You know how a ring is the symbol of unending love, well I thought I could be her ring, so to speak."

"So you wanted to be a piece of jewelry. That's interesting," she said with an expression I could not read. I did not know if she was making a joke or was somehow serious. "Go on, finish up."

She increased the pace of finger drumming and I found it hard to concentrate. I kept looking to my sides. The glossy red tips moved by rapidly and I was starting to lose it. I had to start talking to keep my mind busy.

"So, I came here and started to set up. Then I decided to test it out. It worked great with just one problem. The device is made up of two parts. One is a transmitter pellet that you have to swallow and the other is the controller. It is that thing that looks like a watch over there."

I pointed across the counter. She looked very serious for a second and then picked it up. She held it closer to her face and studied it. When she looked back at me, she gave me the "cat that ate the canary" look, as if she had just won something. She set it down in front of her and then the nail drumming began. Now it had increased to a deafening sound.

"And let me guess the rest. You shrank fine, but your clothes and the controller remained the same."

"That's it. Then you came in and I thought you were Heather so I hid in the box.'

"Oh, you thought I was Heather, huh.'

I shook my head in agreement even though I did not like the tone she had used.

"So, can you help me out?'

"Yes, I can help you out. But we have one small problem, no pun intended."

"What's that?" I asked as the drumming stopped.

Her right hand raised up and a long red nail pointed to my crotch. With dread, I understood. In my state of delirium, my hand had encircled my dick and was gently massaging it. I pulled it back in fear.

"And what is worse is that you were stroking. Do you know how rude it is to do that in the presence of a lady?" Quickly I looked at the clock, hoping that it was time for Heather to come home. No such luck. There was still two hours left. I was in real trouble. "And now you turn away from me when I am talking to you. Don't you have any respect for me at all?"

She actually looked upset. I wasn't sure what to do. I decided on diplomacy was needed here.

"Please, I am so sorry. I have a great deal of respect for you. It is just this whole situation has got me a little bit nuts." Then I appealed to her vanity. " And you are just so damn hot."

"Apology accepted. But don't let Heather hear you say that last part. I think she is the jealous type."

Good. Another narrow escape. Now I just needed to get her to push the...

"Oh, one thing though. We did make a deal and now I have to punish you."

Uh-oh!

"What? Oh, that, your not serious are you?"

She smile and shook her head. She got up and walked over to the desk. "I'll be right back. Don't run off."

As she walked away, I watched her ass cheeks sway in her skintight shorts. When Lenee reached the desk, she turned and gave me sideways glance. Then she turned back to the desk and took a few things from the organizer. She turned around and walked slowly back. I was amazed by her breasts. They were so firm that they barely moved when she walked. When she reached the counter, she sat back down gave me that smile.

"Come on, Lenee, you are just kidding right? Let me show you how to restore me and you can punish me later."

She shook her head in an exaggerated side-to-side motion.

"Look, I just want to make sure that you don't do anything like that again. That's all."

"I won't do it again. I can explain how to restore me in a second and then I will get dressed and then you won't have to worry about it. All you."

I was stopped by another exaggerated headshake and the sight of the object in her hands. From the tips of her nails, she was stretching a small rubber band and a roll of Scotch tape on the counter. I was totally puzzled.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"I am going to make sure you do not do anything again. Then I will let tell me how to restore you. Agreed?"

I started to say no, but realized that it would be a waste of time. She would pull that hands-over-the-ears-spoiled-rich-bitch crap that she had been probably using on daddy for years. I nodded in agreement.

"Goody. Hold out your hands with your wrists together. I am just going to tie them together."

"And then you will help me?"

"Yes, then I will help you."

I held out my wrists and gently she wrapped the band around them. I was happy that she made it just tight enough to hold them together. There was actually some play, but not enough to free myself.

"Good, now can I tell you how to use the devise?"

"Not quite yet. You can still reach little dickie there."

The red nail of her index finger reached out and went between my wrists. With great ease, she raised my arms over my head. To my surprise, she did not stop when my arms were fully extended. Instead, she lifted me several inches off the counter. My fully erect penis swayed in the air.

"Ok. Can I continue now?" the discomfort and frustration apparent in my voice.

"Yes, please proceed," she said as she put the controller face up in front of her. With her free hand, she began that infernal drumming.

"Good. All you need to do is push that button that says reset. It will restore me to the size it was set for before, in this case, my normally height."

"Wait a minute, so if it was set at six-inches and I set it for nine and kept hitting reset, you would bounce back and forth between those two sizes?"

What was this all about?

"I guess so, I never really thought about it. Anyway, all you have to do is hit reset."

"I know. I am just curious. How would you change your size to a different one?"

"Look, just hit reset."

"Not until you tell me how to change you to a different size," she said as she began to jiggle my tiny body up and down.

"No, come on already."

"Tell me and then I promise that I will hit reset."

"All right, you just turn that dial until the size you want appears in the display. Then you press the activate button. Ok, now use the controller."

"Ok, what ever you want. You don't have to be so nasty about it."

I was surprised when her free hand went to the dial and not the reset button. She looked at me for a second and giggled.

"Ok, here goes."

She pressed a button on the watch and instantly my size changed. Unfortunately, the change was to 4 inches not my normally height. The bitch had tricked me. I looked at her with hatred in my eyes.

"You lied to me."

"I have never lied to you. It is you that lied to me.'

"What?"

"Will get to that in a minute. I like you much better like this. I think this size is much more efficient than the other one, but I am sure that we will find some uses at that other size."

"What are you talking about 'we will find some uses at that size'? Are you a nut or something?"

"Hey now that is not nice. We need to talk but first, since you touched, I can."

I tried to break free of my bonds but it was useless. She had left the rubber band loose to accommodate this size and now it was good and tight. She reached out with her pinky nail and began to stroke its underside. She giggled like a little schoolgirl in the backseat of her boyfriends car.

"STOP!" I yelled.

"If you interrupt me again, I will stick something in your mouth to keep you quiet. Do not speak unless I ask you to," she said as she glared at me for a second.

Then went back to work. This time she turned her finger so that the shiny red side rubbed against my hard-on. The feeling of the cool, smooth surface of the nail was exquisite torture. It provided maddening friction without giving enough to make me cum. I began to wiggle around in my passion. This made her angry. A few times, she pulled back her finger with her and snapped me in the balls. Though this caused excruciating pain, it did not stop me. I was too horny.

"Ok, this is not working. You are moving around too much and I need to concentrate so that I can talk to you. We will have to try something else."

"How about you cut this @!#$ out and restore my size you stupid bitch."

Fury flashed across her face. She put me down on the counter and held me down with one hand. With her other hand, she broke off small pieces of tape. When she had enough tape, she

proceeded to tape me to the counter. My legs were taped as wide apart as possible and my arms were stretched out above my head. Finally, she secured my chest and waist in place. I could not move the slightest bit either way.

"There, that is much better. You might lose a little hair when I pull of the tape, but we have a lot to do and talk about before Heather gets home. There was one other thing I needed to do. Oh, well, it will come to me."

That was right there was only one-hour and forty-five minutes until Heather gets home and saves me from this crazy bitch. Just then, I felt that familiar sensation running across my dick. This time it was far worse. Instead of just one nail, she was slowly running all four across my suffering dick. I was also now unable to move away to relief the friction.

"Please stop," was all I could manage when I opened my mouth.

"Oh, yes, that was it. I wanted to stuff up your mouth because you can't follow the simplest of rules. Now I could just tape it shut, but that would not much fun. What should I do?" She put her hand on her chin as if thinking, all the while torturing my helpless hard-on. Then she raised a finger to her lips as if this would increase her brainpower. This seemed to give her an idea. "Fffff. It's funny how we give ourselves ideas sometimes. Here I am trying to decide what to put in your mouth and I put a finger to my lips and whammo. Don't you get it, I am going to stick my pinky in your mouth."

She put the pinky of her freehand over my mouth but I bit down hard. She gave me a "foolish little man" look. She put the tip of the nail between my lips and prepared to push.

"Now little man we have a few choices. You can be smart and open your mouth or I can push down and A) possibly break your jaw, B) push to hard and go through the back of your throat or worst of all for you C) I could break a nail and then you would really suffer. What's it going to be?"

Knowing she was right, I opened my mouth and her fingernail came in. It pressed against the back of my tongue and caused a bit of discomfort. It also aroused me beyond description to have one of the nails I had admired so long, which was now almost the size of my jaw, inside my mouth. It tasted like nectar from the gods. For some reason unknown to me, I began to suck on it as her other nails glided across my hard-on. If I did not feel the terror of the rest of my situation, I would have thought I was in heaven.

"Ooooh, I like that. You keep sucking. If you stop or try to talk I will stick my finger in farther. Now I have a few things to tell you and then we have some things to take care of before little Heather, I guess she is not little to you, gets home."

I could not believe the sensation that was occurring in my body. At the same time, it was ecstasy and it was agony. I now know that if you want to torture someone, you should torment him or her with pleasure rather than pain. It is more affective. I assure you that if I had any secrets to spill, I would have spewed them out like a geyser. One good thing was that all though my mouth had no secrets to explode, my dick sure did and was about to. My tiny body began to spasm as I approached orgasm, but unfortunately, Lenee sensed this and suddenly stopped her stroking.

"I'm sorry I have to use the little, sorry to you it is the giant girls room," she said as she stood up and pulled her pinky out of my mouth. She quickly turned and started walking away.

"Wait, please don't stop!"

"A few minutes ago you asked me to stop. I wish you would make up your mind."

She turned back around and started on her way again.

"Wait, you can't leave me like this."

"Like what?" she asked coyly.

"You know," I said.

"Don't worry I will only be gone a second, and by the way you broke the rules by talking again. Guess I have to punish you some more." she said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Good more punishment. While she was gone, I began to think about what I had gotten myself into. I was in trouble, that was for sure, but so far, it had been almost pleasurable. When she came back, she would probably continue with her "nail job" and I would get to cum. Besides, Heather would be home in an hour and a half. Overall, it had been kind of fun. Thankfully, Lenee was just teasing my cock a little and did not think as Heather had in those journal entries. If she had thought up those things, unlike sweet Heather, she would do them to me. That would be a nightmare. No this was all right and though technically it might be cheating, I might get to cum at the hands of the most physically beautiful woman I had ever seen. Besides, it wasn't cheating if I had no choice.

Just then, I heard the click of Lenee's shoes. She walked over to the counter and sat down.

"Ok, where were we?" she asked. "Oh, yeah."

Her hand moved back and she began slowly rub her nails across my now semi-hard dick. It immediately responded to the stimulation. My breathing became heavy and rapid. Regrettably, she did not gag me. I guess she forgot about that part of my punishment.

"Man, you are excited, little man. Anyway, we need to talk. First, I am very disappointed that you lied to me. You called me a bitch and then said that you didn't. Then you said you thought I was Heather when I came in, but if that is what you thought why didn't you jump out and yell surprise when I opened it. You were cowering in fear. That is not how a man in love acts. And your third lie, well, I don't have to remind about your embarrassing masturbation display after your promise, do I? You just don't respect me."

"No, .I didn't.lie," I said as I gasped for breath. I was so close I could taste the relief. But then, once again she stopped again.

"All right if your going to lie about lying, all this stops now." She glared down at me with an angry look on her face. I could not let her stop now, I was too far gone.

"Ok, I lied but so did you. You said you could help me and that you would press the reset button."

She smiled and began her stroking again, but this time with less pressure and speed. "I never lied to you. Yes, I said I could help you and I can, meaning having the ability, but I choose not to. And about pressing the reset button, in a little while I will press it so many times that you will beg me to stop. I also want you to know that you have hurt my feelings this year. I have tried everything to entice you away from your Heather and you have not been interested. That made me feel so small. Oops, sorry," she said with a pout. "Ok, it is getting late and I have a few things to do before Heather gets here. So, you stay here and no talking please. I will be right back.'

And so it was that when I needed just one more stroke, she stopped. It was like she had a sixth sense about this. In reality, it was probably that after years of teasing men, she knew the tell tale signs. She stood up and started to turn.

"No, please don't go."

She shook her head and smiled. "Now, I knew you would come to like having me around if you gave me a chance. However, again you disobeyed me. I guess I will have to take you with me, but the problem is I need both my hands. Let me think."

I was still extremely excited. I needed to cum but she was letting me cool off so that she could build me up again. I had figured out the game. I watched as she drummed a nail on her front teeth and thought. She was, or was coyly pretending to be, perplexed. Then her face lit up and she smiled.

"Got it. I'll be right back."

She turned and walked over to the desk again. As soon as her back was turned, I closed my eyes and tried to pull my right arm free. I had no thoughts of escape, I knew there would be nowhere to run; I just wanted to jerk myself off to ejaculation while she was gone. I was concentrating so hard, I did not realize that she had returned until I heard the drumming of an index finger next to my ear.

I opened my eyes and looked to the side. I saw several rubber bands, a piece of string, and an assortment of beads. The beads belonged to Heather. She liked to make her own jewelry.

"See, you want me to stay, but the minute I turn my back you try to escape. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"No, I wasn't trying to escape. I was."

She put a finger over my mouth and made a sshhing sound. She took her hand away and looked through the different sized beads. When she found one, that was the size she was looking for, she picked it up and put the string through the hole in it.

"There. This ought to keep you quiet for a while. Now open wide and say aah."

She slid two nails of her right hand under my head and lifted it. With her other hand, she picked up the bead and put it over my mouth. I held my mouth closed as tight as I could.

"Do we have to go through your option again," she said as she started to press the bead down against my lips. I immediately opened wide before she broke my teeth. The bead was a tight fit, but it made it in. She then made a knot at the back of my head. There was no way I could talk and I could tell that I would probably be drooling since it was hard to swallow.

"There. Now I think you are going to enjoy this next part. I have to remove the tape. Sorry this is probably going to hurt."

She looked at me with mock pity. Then she gripped the tap around my wrist and pulled. It hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would. Probably because there wasn't too much hair on them. Then she removed the tape around my hair ankles. It ripped out every hair and I screamed into the bead. There was no sound but she could tell how much it had hurt. As she carried the tape from my left ankle over my body, she accidentally dropped it and it landed on my cock. Pretending to grab it, she pressed it down on my dick. The tape covered a good deal of it since it had become semi flaccid.

'Oh my God. I am so sorry. I am afraid to pull that on off. Let's leave it on for awhile. Maybe it will fall off on its own. We just need to clean it up a little and wet the glue."

To my amazement, she leaned her head forward and put her mouth down on my cock. She was biting the tape that hung over the sides. Her lips brushed against my cock and the feel of her warm breath so close to my manhood caused it to stir. She kept her head down there far longer than it took and I could feel the loose skin on my penis being pulled by the tape as it hardened.

I craned my head to look at what she was doing. Once she had made a slit on each side of the tape, she raised her head a little and stuck out her tongue as far as it would go. She lowered her head until the tip of her tongue was on the tape that was on my cock. I lay my head back and saw that she was staring right into my eyes. Her eyes smiled as her hands grabbed the slit side of tape and slowly started to pull it away from my tongue-braced cock. It must have taken her twenty seconds to pull the tape ends off. When she finished, she licked my balls and cock several times. Then she pulled her head back about five inches and to my amazement, spit a huge amount of spittle on me. It began to run down the sides of my stomach, inner thigh, and of course my cock and balls. The tape pulled and was causing excruciating pain.

"There now let that sit for a while. Now this will be real fun. I knew these nipple rings would come in handy other than just arousing me."

I watched as she began to work the ring out of her right nipple. When she had gotten it out, she brought it to my wrists. I tried to pull them away, but I was no match for her. She put loop around the rubber band on my wrists. She pulled the ring and my arms over my head. She pulled the tape off my waist and chest. I tried to get up and run, but found that without my hands it was useless. She shook her head in disbelief that I would be so foolish as to think I could get away. She let out a chuckle and turned her gaze to my cock. It was hard and twisted in a curve because the tape would not give.

"Well, sorry, I guess it didn't loosen that much. Let me clean you up a little and then I am going to have to pull it off." I shook my head violently from side to side. "Oh, poor baby."

She leaned her head down and began lick the lower half of my body. Her tongue was able to cover most of my lower half. Though she had probably cleaned the spit off me in three licks, she continued to lap at me for two minutes. I could feel pre cum on the tip of my dick as she pulled her tongue away. I looked at her face and wanted to kill her.

She slid her pinky nail under the tape at the top of my cock. She started to pick away at the tape. My body started to rock up and down on the counter. Each small scrape was a combination of heaven and hell. I was so consumed that I did not notice that she had let of the ring until her hand was holding me down on the counter. She continued to peel the tape away until I finally felt it come loose and my cock sprang forward. When I opened my eyes, I saw that she was dangling a small piece of tape from her nail over my face.

"There now that was not that bad. Now for the fun part. I really think your going to like this. Now, my tits a strong, but I am afraid they are not strong enough to support you at you present size. I think I can handle an inch and a half, how about you?"

I had no idea what she was talking about. I was still in a great deal of pain. The first I realized something was going on was when my body shrank. As I shook the cobwebs from my head, I felt my body being lifted off the counter. She held the earring and me up to her breast. At first, I was facing away from her tit so she turned me around. I found myself face to face with the largest breast in the world. Slowly, she started to manipulate the earring into the hole in her nipple. As she did, my body began to sway from side to side. My extending cock rubbed against the smooth skin of her breast and I began to understand what this was all about. When she finish putting the earring back on, she pulled her hands away. Her nipple stretched and leaned slightly forward. Though she was standing still, I was swaying from her breathing and my cock was already straining to burst. A part of me could not wait for her to move so that I swing more rapidly on my ride.

"Oh my, you are heavier than I thought you would be. I can tell you are going to get me really horny you dirty little man. I hope you are not a tease. I hate a tease, don't you? You better be able to deliver later or I will be upset."

What was she talking about later. I looked at the clock and saw that Heather would be home in about an hour and fifteen minutes. She started to walk and I started to wobble. Earlier, I had thought her breasts did not move, now I knew I had been wrong. I was moving up, down and sideways with no clue as to what direction was coming next. All the while, my cock brushed the velvet skin of her tit. First the right side rubbed, then the left, top, bottom, and straight on with its head. This was amazing and worth the ordeal with the tape.

First, I bounced with her into the kitchenette where she got a trash bag. Then my cock rubbed against her as she walked back to the counter. She bent down and picked up my clothes. She rose quickly, and this motion set me into a forward/backward rocking motion. This movement, sent my cock into a stabbing action. I bounced back and forth like I was trying to puncture one of her balloon-sized breasts.

She pulled my wallet and the ring out of my pockets. She put the ring that I had bought for my beautiful Heather, who would not be the first to wear it now, onto her ring finger. I began to kick at her tits.

"Hey, take it easy. My nipples are a very powerful erogenous zone for me. You can't imagine how horny you are making me, and I can't stop to get satisfied now. That's not very nice of you. I never thought you were the kind to get some horny when you knew they could not get any relief. By the way, the ring is beautiful. You have great taste, except for the fact that you chose Heather over a couple of nights of ecstasy with me."

She took the ring off and her movements started me swinging again. She put the ring and my wallet into her purse. What the @!#$ was she up to. Then, with an exaggerated movement, she shook air into the bag until it was open wide. This sent me shaking in all directions. At all times, my dick was assaulted by the giant breast. However, I was not sure whether I could cum this way since the contact was still not constant enough..

She picked up my clothes and put them in the bag. Then she grabbed the Chinese food, ring box, and card, and put them in the bag as well. She tied up the top of the bag and started walking to the door. I could not believe it when she opened the door and walked out. It is one thing to walk out into the hallway of a coed dorm with no top on. It is another thing to do with a tiny man hanging form your nipple ring. As big as an exhibitionist as she must have been, I found this very exciting. She dropped the bag into the garbage shoot in the hallway. What was with this girl?

She walked back into the suite and shut the door. Lenee walked over to the radio, and reached out her hand. She flipped a switch and the room was filled with music.

"I thought you might like a little music. I love music and dancing."

She walked over to her bedroom and got the suite case she had packed the night before. She shut out the light and walked into the den-kitchenette. As we reached the center of the room, the song changed to a hot dance song.

"God, I love this song. What did you say? Oh yes, I would love to dance. Thank you for asking."

She began to undulate and dance in a wild fashion. My body wobbled in all different direction. My cock was hitting her tit so often there was no doubt that I was going to cum his time. She began to sway rapidly from side to side and so did I. I knew that I was just seconds away from release. I guessed that now that she was ready to go, this was how she was going to end it before Heather came home.

Suddenly, she began to wobble her tits so that I began to move in a rotating fashion like the tassels on a stripper. The rapid circular motion kept me away from making any contact with her breasts and was making me extremely dizzy. This continued until God had mercy on me and ended the song. I was so disorientated I could not see straight and I began to fear that I would puke and choke on it. At this point, I passed out from all that I had been put through.

When I came to, I found that Lenee had removed me from her tit. As my eyes began to focus, I noticed that she had put her suite case and pocketbook by the door. I realized that I was back on the counter again. I was in a strange position. My legs had rubber bands holding them together. The rubber band around my ankles was joined to the rubber band on my wrists. I was hogtied so that my body formed a sort of circle. I turned my head to the side and looked at Lenee.

"Oh, good, your awake. Thank you for the dance, sorry if I got a little rowdy. It is your fault for getting me so excited. I can't control my actions when I get that way. Well, it is time for us to go."

Go? What was she talking about? Heather will be home in a little while. She wasn't really going to take me out of here. Oh God, no! I could not handle this. I began to weep.

"What's the matter? On no, did you think that this was your punishment. Oh no, this is a treat that you will hope for in the future. Your punishment is to never be with your precious Heather. Your punishment is to be my slave and plaything. You should have accepted my advances when you had a chance of surviving them."

She smiled that smile and took a second to wallow in my agony. I began to sob uncontrollably.

"There, there. Now if I remember correctly you wanted to be a ring. Since you can never be Heather's, will you be mine?" she said with fake sweet smile. I shook my head violently. "I'm hurt. Unfortunately for you what you want doesn't matter anymore."

A giant hand came down and I was grabbed between the index finger and thumb. She lifted me up and slipped her ring finger between my back and my tied hands and legs. She pushed me down her finger until I was against her knuckle. Slowly, Lenee rotated my body until my cock stood straight up like a diamond. It was as simple as putting on a real ring. She raised her hand up to the light like she was admiring a valuable stone.

"What a beautiful ring," She said as she turned her wrist admiring me from all angles. "Actually, with your cock sticking up like that you look like one of those lollipop rings we used to get when we were kids. I wonder if you taste like one."

With that, she stuck my cock in her lips and started sucking ever so slightly. It quickly sprang to attention. I was so horny now that this wind of a gnats wings would get me stiff. Then her talented tongue pressed its way to the inside of her lips. She kept her lips around my poor hard-on, while her huge tongue ran delicately from side to side between her lips. This produced a feeling of unequaled pleasure. After only a minute of this I was ready to spew. Then, of course, she stopped.

"Mmmm, tastes like a lollipop too. Ok, I guess we're out of here." She walked toward her suitcases but suddenly stopped. "Damn, I almost left without my journal. See I have been fantasizing about having a tiny slave for a long time now. I have been doing research on the Internet and improving on it. I might want to make notes later or get some ideas, so I am going to burn a copy of my "Private Journal."

Oh, dear God, no, I thought.

"Damn, I almost left without my journal. See I have been fantasizing about having a tiny slave for a long time now. I have been doing research on the Internet and improving on it. I might want to make notes later or get some ideas, so I am going to burn a copy of my "Private Journal. I kept it on here because my computer has been broken and I wanted to keep up on it."

Oh, dear God, no, I thought. I could not believe this. I had worked so hard to created this not for Heather, but for this evil bitch. Now I was trapped, tiny and helpless, with a woman who thought like a demon from hell. I wished I were dead. That would be better than the torture and teasing she would put me through.

She walked over to the computer and turned it on. As she moved the mouse around, she brought me back to her lips and began the tongue torture again. My bonds held me so tightly I could not move a muscle. I could do nothing but pray that she would make a mistake and let me cum. She did not. Just as I neared climax, she pulled me out.

'There all set now. I just need to put my shirt on and we are out of here."

Was she really going to wear me outside like this? Perhaps someone might see me and save me. I began to have hope as she walked over, picked up her shirt, and put it on. She put the strap of her purse over her shoulder and lifted the bag with the hand I was not on. She walked out the door and I walked into hope.

She started down the stairs. She brought me to her lips and started humming a happy little tune as she went along. The vibrations were intense against my already overexcited cock. Then suddenly she stopped and brought the hand I was on quickly down to her side.

"Heather, hi. What are you doing home already?"

"I was able to get them to let me out early. I figured I would surprise Conrad and help him set up. What are you doing here still?" She asked in a jealous and suspicious tone.

"I was just hanging around. I figured I would leave as soon as Conrad got here. I really did not want to stay away from my usual bed tonight. Figured I would get as much time as I could here."

Great. Heather was here. My hopes floated to the surface now. Honey, I sent telepathically to her, look down at her hand.

"Did Conrad just get here?"

"No, actually, he hasn't shown up yet. I was just getting thirsty so I figured I would leave and get a shake from Basken Robins. I am very hot for some reason."

"Conrad is not here yet?" Heather asked with disappointment in her voice. "He said he was going to come real early."

"Don't worry. I am sure he is close to the suite right now," she said as she curled up the hand I was on. Then to my utter astonishment, she raised her hand and began gently caressing Heather's cheek with it and with my penis. Her skin was smooth and warm. I could not believe that she did not notice me here. I hoped that perhaps some pre cum would leak out and alert her. As she continued to tenderly stroke he cheek she said, "You have a good guy there. Have a great night, Sweety."

"Thank you, Darling," Heather said as she walked past us toward the suite. My heart sank. That might have been my last hope. I was distraught and a bit confused by the affection that had occurred between them. Lenee brought me back to her lips and started to hum her song again.

"Ummm, you taste like Heather now," she said and then put me back in her mouth.

What did that mean I wondered as she continued to hum her song as we walked out to the parking lot. She varied the tune so that the vibrations were unpredictable, violent and hard one second, soft and sweet the next. It would be a very long walk to the car.

When she got to her Porsche, she used my hand, to get the keys. I was inserted into her leather purse, and wiggled around until she found them in the clutter of makeup and perfumes. She then pulled me out, opened the lock and climbed in. she turned the key and the engine began to hum. She put the automatic transmission into gear and we started move, carrying me away from any hope of rescue and toward a night of the devil knows what.

"I don't know about you, but I am so horny right now I could scream. It's all entirely your fault you know. Now that we are on out way, I need to take of myself."

She brought the hand I was on down and undid the zipper on her shorts. Then she pushed her hand down toward her pussy. As I moved down past her neat pussy, I felt something cols and metallic rub against me. I figured it must be a clit ring. This girl was full of surprises. I wondered how much Daddy Warbucks new.

Lenee slipped the finger I was on into her pussy. When it was fully extended, my whole body was encircled by clit. She wasn't kidding about being horny. This bitch was so wet that I was immediately covered with her juices. Then she started moving her finger causing my cock to begin rubbing on her clit walls. The sensation of her wet pussy rubbing against it was driving me crazy. My face was also being beaten against the sides and I began to sweat profusely causing my already parched throat to crave moisture. What the hell, I thought. It is liquid. I opened my mouth as wide as I could around the bead and started sucking at her pussy as best I could. I was only able to get little drops in through the sides, but it tasted great.

"Oooh, thank you, Conrad. That feels nice," she said and her body began to rock. She was really getting into this, and to tell the truth, so was I. I figured in her state of mind there was no way she could monitor my progress toward orgasm and perhaps I would get to cum.

Suddenly, I felt her entire body flinch as she had an intense orgasm. I do not know how she was able to control the moving car it was so forceful. Then to my dismay, she pulled her hand out of her shorts. She put her hand in front of her face and spread her fingers so that she could see my face. She was smiling and her face looked flushed.

"There that ought to hold me for awhile, how about you? No, oh well, doesn't matter. Anyway, we are at the ice cream place. Do you want anything, my treat? No, ok, let me just clean you up."

She brought her ring to her mouth and started to lap hungrily at it. I guess she knew that I had to be really close to cumming, because she stopped as soon her finger and I were clean.

"There. I know you don't want anything, but I need a vanilla shake. I have had this strange craving for a white, creamy liquid all day. I don't know what it is."

She climbed out of the car and walked to the ice cream place as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. She opened the door. I could tell by the silence that the store was empty. Damn no hope to be spotted. I felt us move to the counter. Lenee spread her fingers so that I could see what was happening.

"Hi, How are you," I heard Lenee say with what seemed to me to be feigned surprise. "Tiffany Mumford, I didn't know you worked here. I haven't seen you since that wonderful night."

Uh-oh. It couldn't be. I had dated Tiffany before Heather. She was a hot little red head. She had a great body, not as amazing as Lenee but pretty close. I had broken up with her because she wouldn't give me anything after three months. I am a patient guy, but she wouldn't even let me touch her tits.

"Yes, I have been working here for a couple of weeks. It sucks but what the hell it's money."

"Yeah, you have to do what you have to do. Look, I wanted to get a vanilla shake. Can you make me one and make it extra thick."

I watched as Tiffany walked away. While Tiffany's back was turned around and the blender was making noise, Lenee brought me up to her face. She looked me in the eye and licked her lips. In a quiet voice, she whispered to me.

"I know that you dumped this prude because she wouldn't touch your dick. I bet in two minutes I can get her to do what you couldn't in three months. The stakes are the loser has to give the winner three orgasms, one for each month you tried. Is it a bet?"

Quickly I shook my head in agreement this could be my chance to cum not once but three times. Lenee smiled and shook her head in agreement. Then she closed her fingers to conceal my head. I felt her reach into her pocket and pull out some money. "Time begins now," she whispered.

"That looks great. How much do I owe you?'

"$2.25."

Lenee raised her hand, palm down, so that my cock standing straight out in the air and would be impossible to miss. What was she doing? This girl was insane. I guessed that about fifteen seconds had gone by.

"My, what an interesting ring. Where did you get it? It looks so real," Tiffany said as she took the money.

"It was made special for a friend, but I got it instead. It is amazing it actually grows and sprays cum. You wouldn't belief how lifelike it feels. Go ahead touch it. By the way keep the change from the twenty."

"Thanks, I can use it.Can I really touch that thing."

"Sure go ahead," Lenee said as she rested her hand on the counter with my penis dangling in the air. All of a sudden, I felt the tip of a nail on the top of my dick and the tip of Tiffany's finger on its side. Damn, I had lost the bet.

"Wow, your right it feels so real," She said though both Lenee and I doubted she knew what a real one felt like. She started to pull her hand away, but Lenee must have stopped her.

"Wait! Do you want to see something wicked? Start moving it around in circles."

I started to panic as she began to move organ around like a tiny joystick. It wasn't long before it started to get hard. I could tell that she sensed this and she started moving it faster.

"Wow, you weren't kidding. It really is getting bigger. I can't believe this."

"Go faster. Don't worry you won't break it."

I heard Lenee say and immediately the pace increased to a numbing rate. This was it, this girl would not no when to stop. I began to feel pre cum start to rise. Then I heard Lenee say, "Ok, stop, but leave your finger there a second."

Tiffany did as she was told. I felt a small amount of fluid come out of the tip of my cock. I could not believe it. She had denied me again.

"Now, very slowly lift you finger up about an inch."

I could feel that there was a small rope of fluid between the tip of my cock and her nail.

"Wow, that is amazing.'

"Yes, it is. Now do me a favor and scoop that up with you nail for me."

I felt her brush the tip of my cock clean with a few strokes of nail. I began to spasm and she pulled back quickly.

"Ooh God, I could swear it moved on its own."

"No, that was just from my hand moving and you touching it."

Lenee pulled her hand off the counter to a spot where Tiffany would not be able to see me, but I could see her. Tiffany was reaching for a napkin to clean her hot pink nail. Lenee stopped her and grabbed her hand and pulled it to her.

"Wait, the stuff is kind of rare and it taste great. Do you mind?" She said and gave Tiffany a wink.

"Not at all." She said as she held out her finger to Lenee. Lenee stuck out her tongue and rolled it around the pink nail. Then she leaned forward and engulfed her finger. She began to move the Tiffany's finger in and out of her mouth as if it were a cock.

"Listen, Lenee, I have been meaning to get in touch with you. I wanted to thank you for all the help you gave me when Conrad dumped me. All the talking we did was great and the. you know, that was really great. Think we could get together some time and do it again?"

Lenee gave Tiffany's finger one last movement and then released. She tenderly gave her finger tip a kiss and stood straight up.

"Don't mention it. Conrad was just a small person not to understand that you were saving yourself. I would definitely love to get together. Why don't we get together tomorrow night. I think I could come up with something interesting for us to do."

"Great. It's a date then. See you tomorrow," she said as she leaned over the counter and the two girls exchanged a friendly kiss.

"I will call you tomorrow."

Lenee turned and walked to the door. She opened it and as she walked out as Tiffany yelled thank you for the tip. Lenee gave her a "don't mention it" wave and walked toward the parking lot. She raised her hand and spread her fingers so that she could look me in the eye.

"No, Tiffany, thank you for the tip, the tip of your pretty pink nail. Thanks to you I won three orgasms."

She opened the car door and climbed in. She put the shake in the drink holder in the console. She started up the powerful engine and again we were moving down the highway. I watched as she brought the straw to her lips and tried to drink. Her cheeks sucked in hard but it appeared she was not getting much up the straw.

"Boy, Tiffany did me right. However, I am afraid she made it too thick. I guess I will let it melt a little and suck on my ring pop for a while."

She put the drink in the holder and brought me to her mouth. My dick once again pierced her lips and was assaulted by her playful tongue. It swirled around the tiny tip or used the tip to move my cock from side to side between her lips. This went on for several minutes and once again when I was close to cumming, she stopped.

"Mmmm, that was good but you made me very thirsty. Let me try the shake again." There was a pause as she tried again with the same results. "No, still to thick. Let me pull the top off. It looks like the sides have melted but the middle is still way thick. I should have taken a spoon to mix it. Boy, you look really hot. Wait I know what to do and it will solve two problems."

I thought she was going to use the straw to stir it, but I was wrong. Dread filled me as the hand I was on approached the shake with my penis facing down. She wouldn't I thought. When I felt the tip of my cock against the liquid I understood that she would. When my dick was fully immersed, she began to stir the liquid. It was ridiculous to think that I was stirring anything. She was just doing this to torture me more. I could feel my cock shrinking in the cool fluid. The feeling was excruciating and I was starting to shiver from the cold. She did this for about a minute and when I thought I could take it no more, she pulled me out. She brought me up to her mouth and licked me clean. I was shaking uncontrollably. Then she put the lid back on the shake and picked it up with the hand I was on. The container was cold but it was nothing compared to what I had just been through.

"That is much better. Thank you very much.'

She held the drink in her hand the entire ride to the apartment. Though I was cold, I was happy to left out of her mouth for a while. I figured she knew that I was at the hair trigger point and that it would be dangerous to even breath on my cock. The cold was speeding up the job for her. That was all right with me.

When we reached the apartment building, she parked the car in the underground lot. She picked up the suitcase, walked to the elevator, and pressed penthouse. She put the suitcase down on the floor. I guess she figured that I had rested enough because she started rubbing her nail against my cock again. To my surprise, it sprang up right away. She must have liked the technique that she had showed Tiffany, because soon I felt the tip of her nail on the tip of my dick. Along the side was her fingertip. She started rotating at a slow rate. She would circle five times to left and then five to the right. It was driving me crazy.

I knew this must be a large building because it took two cycles before the elevator door opened and we stepped into a luxurious penthouse. She stopped my rotations only to carry the suitcase inside and put it down. She put her purse down on a stand beside the elevator and picked up with my cock.

"This place belongs to a friend of daddy's. He is a real kinky bastard. You wouldn't believe the @!#$ I found here last time I stayed. I will show it to you later, but right now, I need something to eat. You must be pretty hungry and thirsty by now yourself. Let's go cook some dinner and if you want to eat, you are going to have to help with the sauce. I am going to make shrimp scampi over angel hair pasta. Do you like that?"

I shook my head to let her know I did. I was starving and extremely thirsty. Scampi sounded great.

"Good. Let's get to work."

She went into the kitchen. I looked around and saw a room that probably cost more than most people spend on their entire house. All the appliances were stainless steel and in the center was an island big enough to prepare a feast. Over the island, there were hook that held pots and pans over the six-burner stovetop.

Lenee walked over to the cabinets and took out a box of angel hair pasta and oil. Then she went to the refrigerator and took out the shrimp, chopped garlic, and several sticks of butter. She put all this on the counter and reached up for a pot for the pasta. She filled it with water, put it on the stove, and turned on the gas. She reached up, took down a frying pan, and put it on the burner next to the water. She took a stick of butter and some garlic and put them in the pan. She did not turn the flame on yet.

I was surprised when she turned and walked back out to the den. She walked over to a very expensive looking roll top desk. She opened a draw and took out a box of paper clips. I began to wonder what was coming next. Knowing her it would not be good for me. She took the clips and walked back into the kitchen. When she got in there, she removed me from her finger in a surprisingly delicate manner. Lenee then laid me on the counter on my stomach. She looked at me as she started pulling paper clips out of the box and making a chain. Then she began to speak.

"I don't like to cook with any jewelry on so I took you off. I am also going to try a new way of making this and you are the secret ingredient." She smiled that satanic grin at me.

My stomach sank. My God she was going to eat me. "I don't like to cook with any jewelry on so I took you off. I am also going to try a new way of making this and you are the secret ingredient."

She smiled that satanic grin at me. My stomach sank. My God, she was going to eat me. This couldn't be happening. I was going to be an engineer, how could I end up just another shrimp in a scampi dinner. I began to scream into my gag and kick and writhe in my bonds.

I watched as Lenee continued to make her paper clip chain. Every once in a while, she would attach it to one of the hooks that was hung above the stove and look at it as it hung down over the pan. Then she would take it down and add more clips and measure it again. When she seemed satisfied with its length, she left it on the pan hook. I saw the flame come on under the pan; the flame that would no doubt be used to cook me.

"Ok, we are just about ready." I started to pull even harder at the rubber bands that held me, even though I knew it was futile. Then I felt a fingernail stroking my back. "There, there little fella. I promise it won't be as bad as you think. I am never going to get enough out of you for a sauce at this size. I think six inches will be good. I better loosen those bands one loop so that they do not cut off your circulation."

She used her pick nail to undo a single circle of the bands around my wrists and ankles. Then she adjusted the controller to six inches and pressed the activator button. My body instantly grew to six inches. I felt her hands under me and then my body being lifted off the counter. I struggled as best I could, which was not very much.

To my surprise, she did not drop me into the pan where the butter and garlic were now sizzling away. Instead, she raised me to the paper clips and attached the last one to the rubber bands that held my wrists to my ankles. When she was sure that I was fastened tightly, she let me go. There was tremendous pressure put on my shoulder blades as my body weight gave way to gravity. I found myself only six inches from the heated pan below. Within seconds, I felt my skin begin to heat up, but not to the point where I was in danger of cooking.

Lenee put three of her fingers into the jar of chopped garlic and scooped out a healthy portion. She began to rub it all over my body, making sure to get plenty on my cock. Then she cut a stick of butter in half and put it on my back, wedging it between my legs and arms so that it would stay. I thought that the added weight would surely pull my shoulder out of their sockets, but somehow they held up. Then she spread the remaining butter on her hands. She began to rub the butter on my hands along the under side of my body. Again, she paid extra attention to my genitals. The butter on my back had begun to melt and mixed with the butter on her hands and my sweat. The lubrication added to her velvet touch and I began to become highly arouses. The juices ran off me and into the saucepan. I began to hope that maybe my cum was a part of this recipe. Gently she rubbed her hand along my chest, belly, and cock. I was close when she pulled her hand away and rotated it before my face.

"All clean," she said

The she took the jumbo shrimp, an oxymoron normally and particularly strange to me at my size, and put them into pan. Butter began to pop up out of the pan and hit my body. It burned for a second each time I was hit. Steam also rose from the pan and I was sweating so badly I thought that I would dehydrate. The strain on my shoulders was lessening as the butter had just about melted off of me. I closed my eyes to try to stop the burning of the sweat that had gotten into them.

Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted into the air. Lenee brought me over to the sink and put me down right on the drain. She turned the cold water on and it slowly dripped onto my back. It felt great. I began to cool down right away. The only problem was that with the water hitting my back so slowly and my mouth filled I was unable to get any liquid in my parched mouth. I lay in the sink for several minutes while Lenee finished cooking the dinner.

A little while later, I felt my body lift out of the sink. Lenee carried me over to the large dining area and put me on the table. She left me there while she went to get a plate of the scampi. I thought how our priorities change. Yesterday I had had all the normal human worries, now I was just happy not to be a shrimp in a dinner.

Lenee returned carrying a tray with a bottle of wine, glass, and plate of food. She put it all neatly on the table and sat down. Lenee sat in one of the very comfortable looking chairs and began to eat. This went on for about five minutes and I began to wonder if she had forgotten to feed me. She put her silverware on her plate and lazily arched her back.

"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you my little salt stick. Since the shrimp and pasta are way to big for you to eat as they are, I had to come up with a way of feeding you."

Her hands made their way to the back of my head and she untied the string that held my gag in place. I closed my mouth and found that my jaw was sore from being held open to capacity for so long. Lenee pickup up a shrimp with her fork brought it to her mouth instead of putting in front of mine so that I could nibble little pieces off of it. She bit off a piece of the shrimp and then chewed it thoroughly. Just when I thought she was going to swallow, she leaned her head over right in front of me and spit the gruel-like substance in a pile in front of my face. She took a long drink of the wine to clean her mouth of any tiny loose, food particles.

"What are you waiting for, my little pet, rock forward and get a mouthful of your dinner."

"I will not eat that. Give me some of the shrimp that is left over."

"No, I am afraid you might choke on it."

I shook my head no. She gave me a "silly boy look," and then started talking as I were a baby.

"Does da ittle boy want mamma to feed him. Is that it ittle boy?"

She dug her pinky nail into gruel and scooped up a small amount. She turned her palm up so that it would stay on and brought it over to mouth. She pressed her nail gently against my lower lip. I closed my mouth tightly and tried to turn m head away from it. She followed along with her hand.

"Ome on, da ittle boy needs to keep his strength up for play time. You are going to get quite a workout later. Ok, have it your way."

Her free hand grabbed the back of my head and kept it in one place. Then she raised her finger so that it covered my nose and I was unable breathe through it. I held my breath for as long as I could, but eventually I had to open my mouth to breath. Her nail quickly darted in and her finger blocked any way out for the food. Once again, I knew she had beaten me, I began to eat the slop.

"Dat's a good ittle big boy," she said as she brought her finger down to scoop up some more mush. She brought it to my mouth and this time I took it without any fight. It was disgusting if you thought about it while you were eating it, but if you just ate it, it didn't taste that badly.

"Oh, What a good ittle big boy," she said as she scraped the last of my meal off the table and fed it to me. "Is my ittle man thirsty too?"

I looked at her smiling face and said "Yes, Lenee, I am actually dying of thirst."

"Ok, I will give you something to drink. But first, I want you to say that you are nothing more now than my pet or slave. That you exist for my pleasure and that you will never try to fight anything I want you to do. Say that you agree to any punishment I want."

What could I do? "Yes, Lenee I agree."

She looked at me as if she was not satisfied. What did she want? Then it came to me.

"I am nothing more now than your pet or slave. I exist for your pleasure and I will never try to fight anything you want me to do. I agree to any punishment you want. All right, Lenee."

She looked at me with a sinister grin. "Almost. I don't think it is right for someone of your stature to call me Lenee. From now on you will call me.Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world."

I nodded my head in agreement, but this was not good enough.

"Yes, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world."

"Good, now what did you want again?"

"Can I please have something to drink, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world?"

"What would you like?"

"A little water would be great.' But I felt her cold stare on me and quickly added. "Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world.

"What kind of water?"

"Whatever kind pleases you, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world."

A smile of contentment flashed across her face and she said, "All right, I choose. recycled water."

Lenee picked me up with both hands. Her palms held my tied legs and arms; her fingers controlled my back, and her thumbs held my face in place. When I used my peripheral vision, I saw that I had to long red nails as blinders. She turned me so that I was staring directly at the ceiling. I saw a huge face come over mine and for a second, I thought she was going to kiss me. Then I saw her purse her lips and a small string of saliva slowly extended toward my mouth. I tried violently to pull my head away, but her thumbs held firmly. When the string reached my lips, I held them tightly together. Through her pursed lips, she said, "Open your mouth!" I still refused.

I felt her thumbs shift their position and then I felt two nails dig into my check. My mouth opened immediately from the pressure. The drool began to seep in between my teeth. When would I learn?

I opened my mouth wide and it let it flow in. She released the pressure on my cheeks to make it easier for me to swallow. It was warm and had a slight wine flavor to it, but it was also the most refreshing drink I could remember ever having. When she was satisfied that I had had enough, she let the spittle free from her mouth and it came falling down in a quick flow all over my face. She put me down on the table and looked angrily at me waiting.

"Thank you, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world, for allowing me to drink your water."

"If it was such a treat why did you fight me on it. I am rather upset that you would fight me right after our agreement. You must be punished. The first part of your punishment will show you that there are more places than the mouth where recycled water comes out of."

She roughly picked me up and started to carry me toward the bathroom. I pleaded for mercy, promising that it would never happen again. My pleas were ignored and if anything made her happier.

When we reached the bathroom, she put me down on the vanity. She took off her top, again revealing breasts what were indeed a gift from the gods. Then she undid her shorts to reveal a perfectly manicured, blonde bush. From it hung matching golden hoops. She pressed the reset button on the controller and I was again ring size. She ignored my pleas as she lifted me and attached my hogtied body to her clit rings. I found myself face to face with the pussy that ate Cleveland. She let my body go and I heard her moan as my body sprang up and down beneath her.

Slowly, she sat down on the toilet seat, letting out several moans of pleasure as she did so. When she was sitting comfortably, she giggled and then let a stream of urine out. I tried to hold my breath but the yellow stream came out with such force that it seemed to be everywhere. It was impossible not to get a taste of the acrid liquid. Suddenly, the flow stopped and I opened my mouth and screamed.

I heard her start to laugh. Without warning, a burst of piss flew directly into my wide-opened mouth. It was horrible and I tried to spit it out but the force of the flow made that impossible. Then Lenee began to take a @!#$. Two large loafs of @!#$ hit the water sending water splashing up at me. I had often told Heather that Lenee thought her @!#$ didn't stink. I can tell you now that if she did believe this, she couldn't be more wrong. My eyes began to water from the odor. As started to gag, I heard her call down to me, "I just want to finish reading this article. You don't mind do you?"

I hung there from her clit, with piss all over my body and the odor of @!#$ in lungs for about ten minutes. It was horrible, but if I had known what was coming next, I would have been so happy to stay here. She stood up and climbed into the shower and rinsed me off. Then stepped out of the shower, picked up her clothes, and walked toward the bedroom. I could tell that I was turning her on by how wet she was starting to look. I also noticed that she had begun to perspire slightly.

The bedroom was like something out of those houses of the stars magazines. The bed was big enough for a family of eight to sleep comfortably. Behind it was a huge hutch with all different types of knickknacks. Lenee put her clothes down on the bed and pulled an extending, accordion-style reading light so that it was over the bed. Then she pulled the paper clip chain out of the pocket in her shorts. She attached one end to the lamp and then measured down. When she had found the desired length, she removed the excess clips.

"I hate to do this. I was soooo close to cumming, but that will happen later. At least three times if I remember correctly."

She removed me from her. Then she pressed the reset button and I was six inches tall again. To my great relief, she removed the rubber band that held me hogtied and the one around my ankles. I thought for a second about trying to run, but decided that it would be impossible and only make whatever punishment she had planned harsher.

She opened the draw in the nightstand. I watched as she pushed aside an old-fashioned bird feather quill pen and take out a roll of tape and three inch pencil. She put her nail on my right foot to spread my legs apart. Being extremely ticklish, I jumped from the sensation.

She smiled and said, "Good, I was hoping for that.

I did not fight her as she taped my ankles to separate sides of the pencil. I did not try to escape as she released my hands from behind my back and redid them in front of my waist. And I willing let her hang me by my wrists from the clips dangling from the lamp, though I would regret it all later.

She put a finger on my ankle and slowly started rotating me in one direction. When I had been wound as tightly as the clips would allow, she looked me in the eye and said, "Ready?" Then she let go and I started spinning in the air.

"Ok, you hang out here while I get ready. I won't be long."

She walked away as I was approaching the bottom of the spin. To my dismay, when I was completely unwound I kept spinning and winding up in the other direction. I cannot tell you how many cycles I went through, but when I finally stopped, I was so dizzy that I could not see straight.

When my head had finally cleared, I saw a vision walk out of the bathroom. Lenee was wearing a red leather corset that was too tight up top. Her massive tits pushed out over its top. She wore matching red leather panties with a strategically placed zipper. Her legs were encased in red, seamed, silk stockings that were held up at her thighs by leather garters. She had put her hair up as if she were going to a fancy ball and redid her makeup. She looked remarkable.

"Well, what do you think, pet?"

"You look so beautiful, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world," I said truly awed by her beauty. She gave me coy smile as if she was truly happy that I was pleased with her appearance. She walked over and I watched the slight jiggle of her tits as she approached. She climbed into bed, propped herself up with pillows, crossed her legs, and adjusted the light so that I hung by the tip of her toes. She flipped on the TV and put on some sitcom.

With her eyes on the show, she brought the big toe of her foot up against my crotch. Slowly, it started moving it up and down my cock. The feeling of the silk rubbing against it caused my cock to stand right up and salute. I started to rock to try to get more friction and she pulled her foot away. I hung my head and closed my eyes. She laughed, though I could not tell if it was at the show or me.

I jumped in shock as silk completely enclose my cock as she squeezed it between her big toe and the one next to it. She gave me a few short strokes that sent shivers up and down my spine. Then she stopped and held her foot motionless. I started rocking my legs back and forth in an attempt to get some friction. To my surprise, she didn't try to stop me. Even with the spreader bar on my legs, I was able to get a pretty good swinging motion going. I started writhing from side to side. She allowed me to do this for about two minutes and then she burst out laughing, pulled her toes away, and slapped her knee. I was devastated. She rotated the lamp so that she brought me right up to her face. She raised it up so that my cock was even with her lips. Then she pushed it a little closer so that my cock was touching her lips. I thought she was going to suck it but instead, she started to talk. As her lips went up and down, my dick slid in and banged her teeth or was assaulted by her tongue.

"Don't you think this show is show is funny?" she said exaggerating the vibration on the "f" sound. "I haven't heard you laugh once. Doesn't tickle your funny bone huh. Or is it that you don't have a funny bone. Maybe I should try to find it."

She pushed me away from her face and reached over to the nightstand. She opened the draw and pulled out the bird feather quill I had seen earlier. She brought it over and in front of my face, she brushed it across the tip of her finger. I was horror-stricken. The sight of a feather is terrifying to someone who is as ticklish as I am. She reached out with her free hand and took hold of the pencil that was being used on my legs as a spreader bar. She held it firmly between her index finder and thumb.

She held the feather tip to my armpit without moving it for a second. I gave her a pleading look that she ignored. Suddenly I felt the feather begin to twirl under my arms. She spun the feather rapidly between her fingers. When she thought I had had enough of that she ran it lengthwise down my side. By using the length of the feather, my entire side was being tickled at one time. When the length of the feather had gone all the way down, it reversed and headed back up. At the top, she began twirling it on my armpit again for a while. Then she went down my body again. When I thought I could take it no more, she switched to the other side of my body. This side was not yet desensitized to the feeling so it provided a virgin tickling surface. I can't tell how long this went on because you lose all sense of time when you are being tickled, but it was a while. When she stopped, I was gasping for air. She gave me about a minute to recuperate and then she said, "Believe it or not I don't think that that was your funny bone. Maybe we should try your feet.

All at once, the feather went to work on the soles of my feet. Since I could not move them, she was able to hit her target without any difficulty. I was screaming a horse and hysterical cry. My hard-on was swinging freely in the air and I was sweating like a pig. I began to think that I was going to pass out and then suddenly she stopped.

"No, that's not it either. I don't know what to do," She said as she put the tip of the feather on the end of her tongue and began spinning it. Then her face lit up. "I know. You probably don't have a funny bone, but maybe you have a funny boner. Let's see."

Suddenly I felt the feather's tip assault my inner thighs. This caused the side of the feather to begin to tickle my balls. It was heavenly torture. I was laughing so hard I began to cry. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. The feather then attacked the underside of my cock. She moved it ever so slowly up and down, barely making contact with my sensitive skin. You really had to give her credit. She was an artist when it came to this sort of thing. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. My body was totally drenched with sweat. I knew that if she wanted to she could keep me on the edge like this forever and I really began to fear that my heart could not take much more. I guess she was getting bored though because she soon stopped.

"There it is. Wasn't that fun. Don't you have anything to say to me for helping you find your funny boner. Or do I have to help you some more?"

Through gasps, I gave her an answer. "Thank. you .. Mistress Lenee. for helping me find my.funny boner."

"You're Welcome, pet. Now I believe you owe me three orgasms. You are pretty well lubed up right now but I think I will use a little lotion." on my legs

She took the pencil off my legs and tied them together with a rubber band. Then she tied my hands behind my back, pulled a bottle of lotion from the draw, and slowly began to rub it on me. When she finished, I was an oily mess. She unhooked the paper clips from the lamp and then from my wrists. She attached it to my ankles for some reason. She lowered me until I was by her crotch. I heard the zipper on her panties open and though I knew what was coming next, I still could not believe it. She put my face against her pussy lips. It was good and wet and I knew my work would be fairly easy. As she began to push me inside her, she told me, "Don't be afraid to scream. In pussy, no one can hear you scream."

When I was fully inserted, I heard the zipper close behind me. I had thought the plan was to push me in and out of her but that could not be it. It was warm, wet, and dark where I was and I began to wonder what she had in mind.

Suddenly, I felt my body grow to nine inches and then back to six. I heard her moan and say that that ought to do it. My body began to switch rapidly between the sizes and I realized that she was pressing reset over and over again. It was very uncomfortable and at nine inches I could feel her strain to contain me. This went on for about ten minutes before there was a pause in my size shifting and her whole body flinched. Her back arched, the walls around me contracted, and I thought I would be crushed. There was a scream of ecstasy and then she flattened out.

This was repeated two more times and when it was over, I was exhausted, sweaty, and covered with her juices. I heard the zipper open and then I could tell that she had fallen asleep. This was my chance I thought. I could get away from her while she was a sleep. I would not be able to go anywhere and would probably die somewhere in the apartment, but it would be better that this.

I began to ease my way out. A few times, she moaned with pleasure as I slithered out. I guess that I had really gotten her going because I as soon as I was out, two giant hands came down and began playing with her pussy. This bitch was too much. I started slithering down the bed. When I had gotten a bout five inches from her, I felt something pull at my feet. I turned around and saw that had fastened the paper clips to he clit ring; I wasn't going anywhere.

I began to fear that she would roll over at some point during the night and crush me, so decided that I had better crawl back inside for safekeeping. By the time I had weaseled my way back, her hands had finished the job. Slowly I crawled back inside my cave. Several times she moaned again and when I felt her hands moving back I got nervous. Then I heard a giggle and the zipper close behind me.

I was indeed trapped.

I didn't get much sleep that night all cramped up in the hot, damp darkness. Every time she rolled over, or moved for that matter, it felt like I was in the middle of a storm. If I did doze off, these explosions would wake me every time.

The worst part was her scent. It wasn't gross or anything like that. To the contrary, it was clean and very arousing. I love the smell of pussy and her's was driving me crazy. I was hard all night and a few times I began to wiggle my torso trying to @!#$ the walls off her pussy. She must have felt me in there, because she had two violent orgasms in her sleep. Amazing, even in her sleep she was able to tease me and keep me from cumming.

During one of the times I was asleep, she woke up and I felt her stretching and wiping the sleep from her body. I felt her get up and start to walk. Those of you who have ever admired the way the lower part of a woman's body sways have no idea how much it really moves. I was getting the inside scoop so to speak. She was enjoying it too. As she went along, she was getting wetter and wetter.

When she reached her destination, she collapsed into a seat and, unbelievable as it seems, she had another orgasm. In her seated position, my body bent forward at the waist, and my dick was pressed up against her pussy walls. I had been lucky. If I had been facing the other direction, my back might have broken my back.

This new position was perfect for me to try to cum. I started rubbing my abused cock against the walls of her pussy. Immediately her body jerked and I felt her get up.

"Whoa, little fella. I have had enough. I admit it, you wore me out. But since you still want to play, I can probably find someone for you to play with later."

The zipper undid beneath me and two fingers grabbed my ankles. Slowly I was pulled from my sleeping bag. The room was bright and it took a while for my eyes adjust after complete darkness for so long. When they did, I saw that we were in the kitchen. Lenee put me down on the table. I looked over at my tormenter and wondered what, besides the certain teasing, she had in mind for me.

"Wow, you are a mess," she said as she brought her nail down on my cock and began the rotation game. "I have to tell you that you are one hell of a lover, pet. No one has ever done me like you did last night. I think you should be rewarded. Let me think of what I can do for you."

I began to have hope as her finger began to move more quickly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. If she let me cum, last night would have been almost worth it. Then the rotations stopped and, still keeping her nail on my cock, she loosened her grip and let flop down on my stomach.

My eyes opened wide when she started pulling my cock straight down toward the table. I arched my back to try to relieve the wonderful pain that this was creating. When my dick was almost touching the table, she reached into the top of her corset and pulled something out, shielding it from my vision.

I screamed when I felt the tip of the feather start brushing up and down my shaft. I pulled away and started to squirm away. To my surprise she let her finger fall off and I was able to slide away without the feather following. I heard her break out in hysterical laughter.

"I'm sorry. That is not your reward. I just couldn't resist." She said as she got up.

God, I hated her. I watched her go over to the counter and put up a pot of coffee. Then she took out a bagel and buttered it. She got a container of orange juice from the refrigerator, a glass and put them next to me. By this time, the coffee had finished and she got a cup. She sat down at the table. She took a bit of the bagel, chewed it up good, and spit it down next to me. As she ate her bagel and drank her coffee, she fed me with her nail.

When we had both finished our meal, she looked at me and gave me a sweet smile. She reached over and poured half a glass of orange juice and filled her coffee cup. Then she looked back to me.

"Now it is time for your real reward," she said as four glossy nails began to run along my cock. "You may have as much to drink of either coffee or OJ and no it won't be recycled if that is what you are thinking. You have ten seconds to decide."

I heard a set of nails begin to drum out the time beside my head. Well, it wasn't cumming, but I was parched. I could really use the caffeine after last night, but probably needed the nutrition of orange juice more. I would go for the juice, a wise decision I would soon see.

"I will take the juice," I said.

She looked at me with an impatient expression and I knew what I had forgotten.

"Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world."

Lenee smiled at me. She stopped brushing her nails on me and made an adjustment on the watch. I shrank down to one inch. I felt her pick me up and then lift me over the glass. Her fingers lowered me until I was just above the liquid. I got ready to start lapping at the liquid like a dog. Then she dropped me in.

I plunged below the surface and began to sink to the bottom of the cold liquid. Thank God, I had not chosen the coffee. The acid from the juice was burning the burns from the butter splats and the cuts I had inevitably picked up being this size. When the shock wore off, I doggy paddled with my tied limbs to the top. I looked at the twinkle in the blue eyes that stared at me.

"Whooo, I was a little worried. I thought you couldn't swim for a second. I thought I was going to have to come in and rescue you. Well, start drinking."

I started to drink as she turned and started to clean up. The juice was fresh and cold. It was refreshing. If it were not for the acid and the fact that I was cramping up fast, I would have enjoyed it. It started to become increasingly difficult for me to stay afloat. Just when I thought I was going to go under, I saw Lenee looking over the top of the glass.

"Quick, Lenee get me out of here. I can't swim much longer." I shouted with panic in my voice.

She looked down at me for a second. Then she cupped her hand to her ear as if she could not hear me. She stood there, evil incarnate, and smiled at me.

"Please, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world, get me out of here."

"That is twice this morning. But at least I can hear you now. I must say, though, if that is the way you thank me for a reward, I will be hard pressed to reward you again."

"Thank you, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world," I went under but forced my way back up, "Please, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world, get me out."

I went under again and this time I did not have the strength to swim anymore. Through the side of the glass, I saw a hand begin to descend. To my surprise, rather than reaching in to grab me, she picked up the glass and brought it to her lips. I felt the glass tip as she began to drink. My body was carried down with the current.

I was certain that I was going to washed down inside her. When I entered her mouth, I ran head first into her giant tongue, which was blocking my path. When she felt me, she stopped drinking and pushed me back with her tongue. Her giant teeth came down gently around my waist. What a position. My ass was against her top teeth and my cock lay flat against her lower teeth.

She stood there a second and then said with me between her teeth, "Well." What did this crazy bitch want? There was a short pause and then she spoke again holding me in place. "I saved your life didn't I? Don't you have something to say you ungrateful little worthless worm."

Yeah, you also put it in danger too, you psycho, I thought. I felt the teeth tighten a little.

"Thank you, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world, for saving my worthless worm life."

I could feel her mouth form a smile. "Not a Problem."

With me still between her teeth, she put the glass in the dishwasher and turned it on. I felt her tongue begin to lick my face as she started to walk. When she stopped walking, there was a pause. Then I felt a draft on my lower half as her lips pulled firmly apart. Her right cheek was pried away by some object and a foamy paste began to enter her mouth. My God, she was brushing her teeth. I heard a scraping sound to my left and the foam completely covered me.

When she finished that side, she leaned her head forward and let the excess fluid drip down past me into the sink. Then she repeated the process on the other side. Then there was a slight pause as she spoke to me between her clenched teeth.

"Got to get front teeth good. People see them most."

I felt her upper lip purse upward. The brush started its up and down movement just above me. Every time it reached the bottom, it scraped my ass, pushing the cheeks apart and assaulting my @!#$. A few times, she held it there and pressed the bristles into my virgin crack. I'm not a homosexual or anything, but the feeling against my prostate was incredible. Finally, she pulled the brush out and announced that it was time for her bottom teeth.

A wave of horror shook me when I realized that my dick lay flat against her target. I screamed when I felt the brush on my cock. For a second she left it there, allowing my anticipation to grow. Then it started to move slowly up and down along my shaft. The friction was intense and I began to buck my legs at once. She began to giggle and increased the pace. I was close and she knew it from the rocking of my body and she stopped.

I felt a bottle come up along side me and my ass became wet. She was pouring mouthwash in. The alcohol burned and got in my eyes. Then the violent shwooshing began. My body was thrown from side to side as she rinsed for thirty seconds. Then I felt her lean forward until her face was just above the bottom of the sink. Gently, she let the mouthwash and me fall to the sink. She turned the sink on and took a few mouthfuls of water, which she spit on my back. Then she began to floss.

She had left the water on and I became alarmed as the water started to collect around me. Before it reached a dangerous level, I saw a piece of dental floss appear by my hands. I grabbed it and Lenee lifted me out. She put me down on the counter.

I did not stay there for long. I saw Lenee remove the ring on her left nipple. Then she attached me to it and put it back on. Once again, I faced the aureole from hell. I jiggled up and down when she released me. This sent a great deal of pleasure to my cock as it brushed against the smooth skin of her tit.

"Shower time," Lenee said as she adjusted the temperature of the water in the shower. When it was set to the temperature that she wanted it, she stepped in. I felt her wet hair cover me. She pushed it away and began to wash her tit and me with some liquid soap. The soap was cold at first, but it warmed quickly as she rubbed it and me into the warm skin of her breasts. My dick slid across her breasts and the soap created such a slick surface that the sensation caused me to scream with passion. When she knew I was close, she bent forward and started to lather up her legs. When she leaned forward, I hung straight down and lost all contact with her breast. She washed her legs for far longer than she needed to in order to let my excitement subside.

When I had cooled down to her satisfaction, she stood up straight and began to wash her pussy. I began to bob up and down rapidly and I realized that she was masturbating herself. There seemed to be no end to her desire. My cock rubbed against her smooth, lathered breast and again I felt myself nearing ejaculation. I knew she had a ways to go before she came and I knew that this would be the time she would screw up. Then I felt her free hand grab my ankles and pull me away from her tit. She held me away until she came.

She let me go and washed her hair. When she was finished showering, she stepped out onto the rug. She pulled a tube of skin lotion out of the cabinet and began applying it to her body. When she got to her tits, she paid extra care, making sure to coat me in. As she put it on her nipple, she extended her pink so that the lotion covered surface made circles on my raging shaft. The smell of the cream was inviting and I was so excited I thought I was going to pass out again. And then she stopped.

I hung from her nipple with my dick smearing the excess cream she had intentionally left, while she did her hair, set her make up, and grabbed a bottle of red nail polish and polish remover Then she walked out into the den completely naked. She sat down on the sofa and put her feet and the nail polish on the coffee table. Her hand came to her nipple and took me off. She put me down on the table by her feet.

"I have decided that since I am taking the responsibility for your food and shelter, you are going to have to start earning your keep. You can start by doing my toenails while I relax and make a phone call."

She made an adjustment on the controller and I grew to six inches. I got to my feet and hopped over to the nail polish. I started to twist the applicator on the bottle, but I could not budge it. I looked over at Lenee and she sent two fingers down to help me. With ease, she undid the top and opened the polish remover. She poured some of the remover into the cap and put some torn up tissues next to it.

"Now, you have to remove the old polish first, silly. You should lick it first to make it come off easier. Then apply the remover."

I looked at her in disbelief. I knew she was full of @!#$ about licking it. I was about to confront her about it when she gave me a stern look and said, "Don't even think of questioning me."

I got down on my knees and leaned over her big toe and started licking the nail. It was smooth and tasted funny, but I found my dick stiffening up for some reason. When the entire surface was wet, I pulled my head up and started toward the remover.

"Uh uh uh, not wet enough. And try not to tickle me."

I crawled back and started licking again. When I thought it was good, I looked up at her and she nodded her head. This process was repeated for the rest of her toes. Then she supervised the painting. It was difficult to do with my hands tied together. One time my hands slipped and I got some polish on the skin of her toe. She became angry. She picked me up and held me on her lap and spanked me by flicking her nail on my ass. She said if the transgression was repeated the next spanking would be on my cock. I did not make another mistake.

When her toes were all painted, I had to blow on her nails to help them dry. Then she had me lie down on the table. She put her foot down on my chest so that her little toe was on my mouth. She told me to start licking it and without pause I did. With the toes of her other foot, she grabbed my cock and started stroking. I moaned into her toe.

While she manipulated my cock, she picked up the phone and dialed. She waited a few seconds while it rang. Then she reacted as if someone had picked up, but she did not speak. After a pause, she spoke in a surprised tone.

"No, this is not Conrad. Isn't he there with you?".Well, I am sure there is a good reason for it. He was probably tied up somewhere and could not get away. .Well, yes, of course he should have called. . Of course, I will come home and comfort you. . All right, see you in an hour."

She hung up the phone and looked at me. She made a tsk tsk sound at me. She adjusted the controller and I shrank down to two inches. She took a rubber band out and hogtied me again. She put the gag back in my mouth. I was a ring again, but a larger one. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, you're a ring again, but this time for my big toe."

With that, she placed me on her big toe. She positioned me so that she could rub my cock with the toe next to me. She tried it out and I started to quiver. This seemed to satisfy her. She got up and started walking to the bedroom. The tiles were cold against my back and when we got to the bedroom, I started to get carpet burns. I was happy when she sat down on the bed.

Lenee put on a pair of black silk stockings. My dick was pressed right up against the sheer material. She crossed her legs, wiggled her toes. This pushed my dick along the silk and I began to squirm. Then Lenee put on a pair of lacy white panties and a white summer dress that barely covered her breasts. She took a pair of five-inch open toed shoes out of her bag. She put them on and stood up. Because of the arch of her foot caused by the shoes, a great deal of pressure was put on me. This forced my dick to be pushed into the stockings. Each step she took served to excite me beyond words. When we got to the door, she paused.

"Well, we're out of here. Let's go see if we can't save your ass with Heather. I warn you, you may have to kiss a little ass to get out of this one with her."

My heart leapt with hope. I was going to see Heather and the possibility of rescue, however slim, existed again.

Lenee put on a pair of black silk stockings. My dick was pressed right up against the sheer material. She crossed her legs, wiggled her toes. This pushed my dick along the silk and I began to squirm. Then Lenee put on a pair of lacy white panties and a white summer dress that barely covered her breasts. She took a pair of five-inch, open toed shoes out of her bag. She put them on and stood up. Because of the arch of her foot, caused by the shoes, a great deal of pressure was put on me. This forced my dick to be pushed into the stockings. Each step she took served to excite me beyond words. When we got to the door, she paused.

"Well, we're out of here. Let's go see if we can't save your ass with Heather. I warn you, you may have to kiss a little ass to get out of this one with her."

My heart leapt with hope. I was going to see Heather and the possibility of rescue, however slim, existed again.

Lenee walked out of the penthouse and stepped into the elevator. She pushed the button for the parking lot and the elevator started to go down. As we went along, she tapped her foot to the Muzak system. When her foot went up, the topside of my cock was pushed forward and glided along the sheer silk material of her stockings. When her foot went down, the underside of my cock would get its turn. It was like having your dick licked by a thousand tongues.

"If you dare cum on my stockings, I will punish you until you pray for death." She said and began to tap her foot even quicker. I was now caught on the horns of a dilemma. First, I had to cum so badly, did I think there was a punishment she could come up with that was worse than this. I decided that, knowing her, there was. The second problem was that I was so excited, how could I stop myself from cumming. To make my job more difficult she started twisting her foot as she tapped. This added velvety brushes against the sides of my dick. I was to the point where I could easily cum if I wanted to. Insane as it seems after all this, I found myself fighting and praying not to.

Just when I was sure that I could not hold out any longer, the elevator doors opened and she began to walk. I had thought this was an extremely erotic feeling before, but compared to the tapping this was lightweight stuff.

When she got to the car, she climbed in and turned the engine over. A hand reached down and took off her shoes so that it would be easier to driver. Her right foot went to the pedals and she began to drive. The ride was pretty uneventful until she hit the highway and had time to play. She started to arch the foot I was on back and forth causing a feeling similar to the tapping.

"Damn. I shouldn't have worn those shoes. My feet are killing me. The highway is pretty empty let me put the cruise control on and see if I can't do something for them."

I felt the foot I was on raise up and rest on her knee. A giant hand came over and began to massage her foot. As I knew would happen, she worked her way down to her toes and me. As always, I was the main target. All of a sudden, I felt the nail of her thumb and index finger lock down on my shaft. The silk covered all sides of my cock. The tips of her nails started stroking my cock.

"Remember, don't you dare cum!" she said with malice in her voice.

I noticed that her feet her begun to sweat and a pungent odor filled my lungs. The stroking continued and the feeling was driving me crazy. I felt myself starting to slip out of consciousness, but I knew that if I did I would definitely cum. I held out for as long as I could, but my mind slipped and I passed out.

When I regained consciousness, we were in the bathroom of the suite. Lenee was washing the tip of her stockings in the sink. When she felt me move on her toe, she put her foot on the vanity and looked at me.

"You bastard! These are brand new and you got your cum all over them. You will pay for that."

I could tell by the feeling in my cock and swelling in my balls that she was full of @!#$. There was no way I had cum. Now I would be punished for pleasure I had not even experienced.

She hung the stockings on the shower and walked out into the suite. On the couch sat Heather. Heather looked like she was drunk and had been crying. Lenee went over to the couch and sat down Indian style. She brought her hand down and started rubbing her nails on my cock

"So, tell me what happened, sweetie." Lenee said as she pinched down on my dick with her nails and started twisting. I screamed in pain into my gag.

"Well, there is not much to tell. When I came home, Conrad wasn't here. I set up the apartment with all these candles and got dressed," she said in a voice that was slurred by the alcohol and a sleepless night. She began to cry. "And he never showed."

"There, there, sweetie. It will be all right. I'll take care of you," Lenee said and she shifted her body so I could get a good view of what was about to happen. Lenee leaned over and embraced Heather. She held her there and began to rub her back. They sat like that for a minute and then Lenee started to pull away.

Suddenly, Lenee leaned forward and began to tenderly kiss Heather. I was surprised when Heather started kissing her back. Then their tongues came out of their mouths and began a sensual dance. Lenee's hands reached out and began to caress Heather's breasts. I could not believe this. Finally, Heather pulled away.

"No, please, I am already horny from my anticipation last night and Conrad not coming here."

"I can take care of that for you if you want."

"No, I don't think it is a good idea."

"I think it is. It will take the edge off."

"Do you think," Heather said with a coy smile. She must have been really drunk.

"Yes, but it has to be the usual rules."

What did Lenee mean "usual rules"? Heather looked a little hesitant, but finally nodded in agreement.

"Good, you get ready and so will I."

We walked into the kitchen, and Lenee grabbed a roll of plastic wrap. She turned around and walked to her bedroom. When we went through the den, I saw that Heather had gone into her room.

Inside her room, Lenee took me off her toe and undid the rubber band that held me hogtied. She put me down on the bed and changed my size to nine inches. I had not been this size outside of her and it felt good. Lenee took off her clothes and stood before me for a minute so I could admire her.

She brought the plastic wrap over to the bed and pulled a long piece of it out. She laid me on the edge and started to roll me in it. I began to writhe in panic, but she pushed me down and continued to roll. When I was against the box, she pulled out some more and rolled me in it. She tore it loose from the box and pinched it tight. All that was exposed was my feet.

I could not breath. The plastic over my face moved in and out, as I tried desperately to get air. Suddenly, her pinky nail cut through the plastic over my nose. Air rushed in and I gasped to try to catch up. Gently, Lenee tore the plastic away and exposed my face. She smiled at me. Then, she tore the plastic away from my cock and gave it a few quick strokes with her nails.

She left me on the bed, went to the closet and took some things that I could not see. She came back to me, picked me up, and started for the door. Just before the door, she paused and looked at me.

"Let the punishment begin."

She walked out the door. Lenee went right through the suite and over to Heather's door. She knocked gently and walked in.

Heather lay on her back naked. Her breasts, 36 C's, stood firmly out. Her manicured bush looked wet and ready to go. I could not believe that this was my Heather. She looked at Lenee and gave her a sad, but sexy smile.

"Ok, my bad one. Are you ready to be punished?"

She said it to Heather, but I knew she meant it to me too. She walked over to the bed and put me on the nightstand. She grabbed Heather's arm and tied it to the bedpost with one of the scarves she had taken from her closet. She repeated the process on her other arm and her ankles.

"What is that on the table?" Heather asked gesturing to me.

"That is my new toy. You will love it."

Lenee took the last scarf and used it to blindfold Heather. I could not believe this. It was surreal. This could not be Heather. Lenee took some flavored lubricating jell that Heather kept in her nightstand and began rubbing it all over the plastic on me. She made sure to coat my cock well. Then she held me to her face and licked my face and then my cock. I writhed with pleasure. She held my ear to her lips and whispered.

"That is what you want to do, wiggle."

Lenee sat between Heather's legs and put my face against her pussy lips. She started to rub my face across Heather's wet clit. Her juice got in my nose and coated my face. After a little of this she pushed my head into the darkness of her pussy. I heard Heather moan as Lenee eased me in. When she was done, I was in all the way to my ankles. I am pretty well endowed, but I never would have guessed that she could take anything as big and thick as I was now in her. Lenee left me there to think for a second.

"OOOH, it is so big," Heather groaned.

"It has only just begun," Lenee responded.

Lenee grabbed my ankles and started pulling me out and pushing me into Heather's pussy. As I glided in and out, my cock flopped around along the pussy that I loved so much. I could not believe this. Lenee picked up the pace and Heather arched her back as she approached orgasm. All at once, Lenee stopped, leaving Heather on the edge. I felt the bed shift as Lenee got up.

"No, don't stop. I am not finished," Heather said.

"Don't worry, I am just getting something. I want to build you up so that when you cum, it will be amazing for you."

A few seconds past and then I felt the bed shift as Lenee climbed back on. She brushed her nails across my feet to let me know she was back. I jerked in a wild spasmodic motion. I felt Heather shift around me.

"Oooh, What was that?" Heather asked.

"Oh, this thing is motorized. I am just turning it on. Brace yourself, this may take hours."

Suddenly, I felt the feather brush across my feet. I jerked, but there was nowhere for me to move. Heather's walls held me tightly in place. The feather moved all over my feet and I wiggled, bent, and twisted. My cock hit the sides of her pussy from all different angles. Heather began to writhe and arch as she neared orgasm and again Lenee stopped. My God, she was teasing Heather too.

Heather groaned and begged, but Lenee told her she was not ready and would not be ready for hours. I heard Lenee climb up and start slurping at Heather's tits. She did this for a while so that Heather's pussy cooled down. Then she began the process again.

By the fifth time, I could barely breath. I was convulsing even when my feet were not being tickled. Some time during the sixth cycle, I passed out.

When I woke up, I was being pulled slowly out of Heather's pussy. I was sticky and drenched with sweat. The light hurt my eyes and I blinked several times while they adjusted. When I could see again, a feeling of elation went through me. I was in Heather's hands and Lenee was nowhere to be seen. Lazily, Heather brought me up to her face to see this wondrous toy Lenee had brought over. My face was away from her as she brought me up.

Slowly, she turned it around until my face was looking at her. When she saw my face, she shrieked and dropped me to the bed. She crawled to the corner farthest away from me. I felt the bed shift as she crawled slowly back to me. I felt her hand lift again to her face and then she recognized me.

"Conrad, is that you?" Heather screamed.

I shouted into my gag. Heather reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pair of nail clippers. She gently put it to my cheek and cut the string. She pulled the bead out of my mouth and I painfully closed my mouth.

"Quick, Heather, get me out of this wrap. You have to get me away from Lenee. She is torturing me."

"What the hell happened to you, Conrad."

"No time to explain. Please just get me out of here."

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, where is Lenee?"

"She didn't let me cum and I passed out. She must have gone out for awhile."

"Good, let's get out of here."

A devilish look came over her. "You know, you are kind of cute like this."

"Come on cut it out. Get me out of this and let's get out of here."

"One minute, I am too horny and you are too cute to pass up this opportunity," Heather said as she began to lower me to her pussy. I started to yell to stop it, but she didn't listen. Slowly she inserted me into her pussy. When I was all the way in, she asked, "Now how did she do that. Oh, I know."

Heather was a beautiful girl, but what had first attracted me to her were her nails. They were even longer than Lenee's and she always kept them painted hot pink. It was these nails that began tickling my feet. She brushed them so lightly I couldn't believe that it affected me the way it did. I rocked, twisted, turned and bent, all the while rubbing my dick on her pussy walls. I was getting close, but in the state she was in it didn't take her long to cum. Soon her back arched and she screamed in ecstasy. Then I felt her pulling me out. She brought me up to her face and smiled.

"Thank you, little Conrad," Heather said.

"No problem, can you just get me out of here before that crazy bitch gets back. And while you're at it, make me cum as you walk."

Heather shook her head and said, "I am sorry. I would love to, but I can't do that."

I started to ask why not when I heard those ominous tones behind me.

"Good, he is awake now, slave." Lenee said from somewhere behind me.

"Yes, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world."

"Good, now we can have some real fun. And you get an academy award for your performance, slave."

"I am glad you are pleased, Mistress Lenee, Queen of my world."

I could not believe this. I began to weep. My God, now there were two of them.