Mistress Dana's New Twist by ChuckDraugofMurnoe

The room was warm, as to be expected. Melanie made sure she was comfortable in her stool, patiently waiting. It was game night, as they called it since the first time both she and Mistress Dana went serious, years ago. This was their special night of the week. Like many others before that one.

When Mistress Dana left her in that room, however, she spoke some words which sounded as fascinating as her mesmerizing voice made them be, but also mysterious:

"This night will be very special, Mel. I know how you've always been a bit intimidated by my height. Today, things will change… a little. Be a good girl and get ready for my surprise, will you?"

Mistress Dana didn't come up with something new and surprising every session they had, but when she did… It was worth it. And she wondered what this surprise could be.

Mel looked around the room as an attempt to stop overthinking. The familiarity of this space eased her a bit, finding some solace while waiting: the ropes, floggers and paddles neatly resting in their shelves and hooks, the St. Andrew's Cross standing silent at the back, the large wardrobe with so many outfits and toys, the bed which had been the main stage of so many wonderful nights…

There was a wall mirror next to her. She could see herself reflected on it, her round face and short, brown hair and green eyes staring from and into the reflection. She also admired her own bulky body and her attire. This was one of her favorites: a collar, ideal for leashing a "good girl" like herself, and the leather red bikini, as shiny as one could get. And Mistress Dana loved it, too.

From her position, however, the mirror didn't show something else. She looked down, feeling the pressure against the lower part of the bikini, due to the anticipation. As aroused as she was, Mel was also a bit embarrassed. It was too soon.

"And here I thought I was supposed to relax before the big reveal," she told herself. "Calm down, Mel, you don't want her to think you're so anxious… not yet…"

While trying to calm herself, Mel heard the footsteps. High heels, steady pace, no doubt Mistress Dana was coming. She'd recognize that sound anywhere, she'd hear those steps even among the loudest crowd... But when she turned to look at the doorstep, expecting her mistress' arrival at any moment, Mel was surprised she wasn't there yet. Mistress Dana was taking longer than usual. But also, Mel realized, those steps sounded different, less thunderous. Why was that?

As Mel was wondering, finally the figure of her mistress appeared. Slender built, hot red, short hair, icy blue eyes, a confident smile in purple lipstick… but the leather-clad figure standing there wasn't as tall as she remembered.

And Mel finally understood what her mistress meant when she talked about her height and how things would change for that night, and the kind of surprise it was.

Mistress Dana was proud of being more than six feet tall, statuesque, intimidating even… and at that moment, as a shocked Mel realized, she was much shorter than that. Ten inches, she thought, or maybe less.

The doll-sized woman was wearing her usual mistress outfit, only as tiny as she was: black leather corset and pants, fingerless short gloves showing her purple manicure, and long high heel boots made of the same fabric. And she was carrying a rod as small as one would imagine for a diminutive lady like that.

It had to be a trick, a pretty good one, yet it looked so real... It couldn't be a mere illusion, it had to be another kind of spell. Mel knew Mistress Dana was quite good with magic, some even said she could be one of the most powerful sorceresses in the Isle… Mistress Dana, who always seemed to be surrounded by such mystical power, rarely used her magic in these sessions, as she was aware Mel had never fully grasped it as much as she tried.

But as Mel also knew, when Mistress Dana wanted a new twist, she delivered. And this truly was a surprise Mel would have never expected.

"Look who's towering who now," Mistress Dana said.

Despite the sudden change of stature, her voice sounded the same as before, and as soon as she heard it, Mel straightened herself in her seat. No matter how small Mistress Dana was, Mel knew her place and how strict her mistress was regarding postures.

"Good. Look at me."

Mel lowered her head a bit, looking at the small woman, standing and smiling, her blue eyes looking back at Mel from a few feet below.

"Good girl," the mistress flattered her sub. She used her little rod to point at the wardrobe. "Get up, get the mittens and put them on."

Mel stood up, being careful not to step on her small mistress, and walked towards the wardrobe. She opened it and took the handcuff mittens. She knew where to find them and after having worn them before several times, she knew the best way and trick to put them on without any help. Mel turned to show Mistress Dana she had accomplished her first task.

"Nicely done, you've broken your own record." The words of encouragement from her mistress only made Mel blush more. "Now come here and kneel before me."

Mel did as Mistress Dana told her, and as soon as Mel knelt, the mistress walked around her, keeping a slow pace. Mel tried to follow her movements, but a snap from her fingers made Mel straighten in her position.

"No, no, you can't watch. Only… feel."

As Mistress Dana positioned herself closer to one of Mel's butt cheeks, she caressed it with her small rod. She passed it over her sub's skin, from one side to another, and then poked all over it, as if looking for the perfect spot. Meanwhile, Mel didn't move, always obedient.

And then, the rod hit the butt cheek at full strength. Despite her size, Mistress Dana showed she was still strong. Mel felt the electrifying sting as intense as it'd be with a regular sized rod or paddle. Mel squirmed and could hear Mistress Dana's muffled laugh. Mel gulped and straightened again, showing her mistress she would do better. And the second hit only made her squirm again. It was clear, Mel thought, that her mistress had found the right spot to spank.

Despite all that, bending with each hit and even groaning, Mel tried her best to keep her posture.

Mistress Dana walked around her, so she was in front of her large sub again. The small mistress pointed at the bed.

"Carry me over there and then lie down."

Mel looked at the mittens and wondered if they were ever meant to carry a very small woman across the room, but any word coming from Mistress Dana's mouth was an order to follow.

She offered her encased hands to Mistress Dana. The small woman climbed with ease and nodded, so Mel slowly got up and went to the bed. She had picked Mistress Dana up with the care of someone carrying the most precious thing in their hands, and she showed that same care when leaving the smaller woman on the mattress. As Mistress Dana positioned herself, Mel lied down, as instructed.

"So big and so obedient," remarked the mistress, now in between Mel's bare feet. She passed a finger over Mel's right sole, tickling and teasing her sub even more. "This is going to be very special, and you're behaving as expected from a good girl."

Every time she heard those words, Mel blushed. She was there not only to play, to enjoy the excitement of the night, but also to please her mistress the best she could. She had been her favorite for a lot of reasons.

But even the most obedient pet could get curious.

"M-Mistress, can I ask…?"

She could see the tiny woman placing a manicured finger in front of her purple lips and hush at her.

"From now on, you can only say two things: either our safe word or 'Yes, Mistress'."

"Y-yes, Mistress."

"Good girl. Now, spread those legs even further."

Mel did so, exposing herself to her mistress. As she was watching her obedient sub, Mistress Dana smirked as she watched Mel's crotch.

"My, my, you're already hard… This little surprise sure excites you."

"Yes… Mistress…"

Leaving the rod behind, Mistress Dana passed her fingertips over Mel's right foot and calf, sending chills down to her sub's spine. Little, smooth fingers making their way up that large leg. Mel quivered a bit, and she could hear her mistress hushing again.

"You're doing well. Relax."

Taking a deep breath, Mel tried to stay still, as the diminutive fingertips ran against her skin. When Mistress Dana reached the top of her sub's leg, she effortlessly climbed and leaned against the big crotch. Mel was embarrassed that her mistress knew how little it took for her to get this hard, and feeling the tiny hands pressed against the leather encasing her cock only made it harder.

"We're going to have a lot of fun," Mistress Dana said and slapped the pulsating bulge. That made Mel gasp and was contorting a bit, though not enough for Mistress Dana to lose her footing. "Yes, this will be fun."

The small high heels sank first in leather and then in skin. Mel closed her eyes, trying to endure it. She had been there many times before: the hard touch of a paddle against her butt cheeks, the hot wax on her breasts, the cock cage… But there was always a new sensation, difficult to stand at first, yet as seconds passed, she began to enjoy the feeling, like little needles taunting to drill her flesh, but never going deep enough for that.

She stopped feeling the heels for a few seconds, figuring Mistress Dana was traversing the mittens, resting on Mel's belly, but the soon returned as the mistress was back on track.
Mel moaned and opened her eyes. Mistress Dana was passing by her perky breasts, although for the small mistress they should look quite larger than usual.

"You're enduring it as I knew you would," Mistress Dana spoke once again, and, of course, she added with a grin: "Good girl."

Using one of the breasts as an improvised seat, Mistress Dana began to take her boots off, throwing each one as far as she could on Mel's belly. The sub could feel the little boots, each hitting as hard as a soft slap. Mel didn't flinch, though, once again showing she could take it.

Mistress Dana stood up again, walking straight to her sub's face, Mel feeling the hot, nylon-clad tiny soles against her skin. Once Mistress Dana reached her mouth, Mel could see a complicity that her mistress didn't usually show in their games.

They shared a long kiss. It felt weird for Mel, Mistress Dana's mouth being so small compared to hers, yet those tiny lips against her huge ones turned to be one of the hottest and most exciting moments Mel had ever experienced.

"Good girl," repeated the mistress as they stopped kissing. Her small fingers then caressed the large lips, covering the tips in a thin layer of saliva. "Now let's take care of that… pressing business, shall we?"

Mel wouldn't discuss the strange yet accurate choice of words: she knew what Mistress Dana meant. And feeling her mistress' nylon feet against her flesh as she walked down her body was a much more pleasing sensation than the heels.

The sub wondered if Mistress Dana would have any difficulties down there, but from her position she could already see how the mistress was easily lifting the lower part of the leather bikini. And like a spring, her dick rose, free from its encasement, almost as big as Mistress Dana. Mel gulped and was as excited as she was embarrassed.

"This new perspective is both amusing and exciting," Mistress Dana commented with a bit of tease in her words. "I'm going to take care of this big buddy here."

The mistress turned, her hands on the throbbing member, as expecting something from Mel. The sub was too focused on feeling the mix of leather and flesh of her mistress' hands on her dick she forgot to say the words, so she quickly corrected that mistake:

"Yes, mistress."

Mistress Dana laughed. Mel was expecting her mistress to call her a good girl again, but instead the smaller woman started caressing Mel's cock with the same gentleness she had always done in her regular size. It still felt like a dream, seeing Mistress Dana so small, standing on her body, toying with her shaft… the touch of her mistress' skin against hers reminded Mel that it was quite real.

There was a slap. It stung and Mel stirred. She looked down to make sure it didn't make her mistress fall, but Mistress Dana was still there, standing, confident.

The penis twitched a bit more with a new slap and Mel could feel it growing a bit. She had never seen it that big before, and here Mel thought she knew her own body's capabilities. Was it because of how the small Mistress Dana was playing with her dick, reaching a new limit she wasn't aware of?

"You're still growing, aren't you?" Mistress Dana's words seemed to be aimed at the penis rather than at her sub. "Can you grow a bit more?"

Mel saw her mistress hugging her cock and kissing it, as making love with a weirdly shaped lover. Mel remembered all those times her mistress had kissed, handled and sucked her penis; she had never felt those lips so soft and caring and those hand so firm in their grip, even at their diminutive size. The foreskin was so sensitive that those small lips and their kisses worked on it with all the love and dominance the mistress could show.

The mistress looked at the glans and Mel knew exactly what was going on. Atop the stiff member, a little, translucent drop was resting. The mistress grinned, still looking at her sub's cock.

"Let's see how you taste."

Mel watched as Mistress Dana stood as tall as she was, hugging that huge shaft and licked the drop, her tongue savoring the precum. The mistress glanced at her sub, licked her lips, loudly gulped and said with a grin:

"You are a delicious big girl."

Mel moaned after hearing those words. And then bit her lip, repressing any more means, while the tiny tongue licked her glans even more. As her mistress went on, Mel could feel her balls hardening with all this excitement. But aside from that drop, she didn't come, she'd endure this all she could, even if her mistress was making it quite hard to withstand.

Mistress Dana kissed the glans and didn't waste her time: while still hugging the penis, she started to move up and down. The graze against that sensitive skin, the leather against the thick cock, the sensual movement of the small woman… Mel was feeling dizzy, numb, her blood rushing down there, feeding the hungry behemoth her mistress was playing with.

"I… I…" Mel started to say but shut herself up as she was going to break her mistress' rule.

The diminutive mistress moved faster, her hands and the rest of her body working the large dick. Mistress Dana even licked the skin, which made Mel moan harder. Each big moan was followed by small gasps. All those sensations focused on just one part of her body, and as her head spun, Mel tried to say something with a timid smile:

"D… Da…"

Mel closed her eyes, as her vision was blurring, and Mistress Dana didn't stop moving. The larger woman was sweating, she could feel the drops running down her whole body, gasping for air… The movement of the small mistress and her own penis getting harder with each spasm made her moan again, even louder than before…

And then, the climax.

Mel's body arched in an explosion of ectasis. Her dick thrusted one last time, a fountain of hot juice coming from it, bathing the tiny and pleased Mistress Dana in cum.

And it was clear and loud when Mel finally yelled:

"Dana!"

Mel's eyes remained closed while she was breathing heavily. She could also feel Mistress Dana not letting her cock go for a few seconds.

"Dana… Dana…" Mel kept repeating.

She felt the tiny footsteps getting closer to her face, and the drops of cum leaving a trace over her body. Mel timidly opened her eyes, seeing Mistress Dana, smiling, covered in all that thick whiteness…

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"Dana… Dana…"

Mel sat at the kitchen's table, looking at her hands, now free of her mittens. She curled her fingers, moving them after being imprisoned for so long. There was this little tingling in her fingers when she wore those mittens for too long, but after a minute or two, it was gone.

Mel was still a bit exhausted. Her mind and body had gone through so many emotions in such a short time it was hard to assimilate. If she ever told anyone about this, they'd think she had a feverish dream, even for those who also spiced their intimate times up with a bit of magic. None might have gone as far as they did.

She was so deep in her thoughts she didn't notice the robe on her shoulders, at least until she also felt the gentle hands pressing the fabric against her sweaty body. She didn't need to look back to know that Dana was behind her, back to her regular size, taking care of her like she always did. A beautiful woman, a wonderful girlfriend, a fascinating mistress.

"You did very well today, love," Dana said, kissing Mel's cheek and then walking to the kitchen's counter. "I hope this twist didn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, it didn't," Mel spoke. She was now free to do so, now that the game was over. It was all about aftercare. "I had never thought you were capable of that, and I loved it. Sure, it was…" She gestured. "It was a bit weird at first. You're several inches taller than me, then I'm several feet above you…"

"I've been experimenting a bit with some spells here and there," Dana explained, as she grabbed two glasses full of water. "I know it's rare I use magic for our sessions, but you know, variety is the spice of life."

Mel smiled. As soon as Dana left the glasses on the table, they kissed, and Mel whispered a "thank you" to her girlfriend. It was rare to see Dana blush, but Mel was the one who could do that, and the mistress was blushing.

"So how was… being so small?" Mel asked.

"I won't lie, the shrinking process can make you a bit dizzy at first, that's why it took me some time to come back to the room."

"Oh, I thought it was part of the… mystery."

Both women laughed.

"But once you get used to your new stature…" Dana sighed. "There's something about being so small but having so much power… I guess… I understand… her… a bit…" Dana shook her head. "No, this is about us." She turned to Mel and smiled. "And you did fantastic as my gigantic, obedient pet."

"T-thank you." Mel turned her face, a bit embarrassed. She took a gulp from her glass before continuing: "I think I haven't come like I did tonight in so long."

"All that delicious jizz," Dana replied, using that hypnotic tone of hers. "You were so eager to lick all of it. Your tongue really made me wet."

Mel didn't feel embarrassed this time. Dana was right that she enjoyed every bit of it. Yet she had some difficulty speaking after that:

"Oh… And… This… spell… how do you… well…?" Mel swayed her hands, as if pretending to cast some spell herself. "You know…"

Dana smiled. "You have never been so interested in my magic. Having any thoughts, dear Mel?"

Mel drank a bit more of water, gulped and finally proposed: "Say… How about… next time… I'm the tiny?".

"Really?" Dana smirked. "So that's why you're so interested." She bit her lip. "Sure, I can arrange that, honey. And I hope you like it… little woman."

And they kissed again.