Smothered into nothing by ChuckDraugofMurnoe

"It's about time we put those ideas into work."

You see her coming in the room. Like yourself, she's only wearing her underwear, aside from carrying something else.

"Remember that, from now on, I'm The Mistress."

You nod as The Mistress toys with what she's brought. You recognize the pair of long, black satin gloves, a birthday gift you bought her earlier this year. She loves them but has never had the chance to wear them… until now. For the game you both agreed. And if you're excited, you cannot fathom how much she is to try them.

"Get yourself comfortable in that chair and watch closely."

She starts putting her right glove, stretching her fingers so you can see how the fabric adapts to their form, fitting perfectly, letting the nails stand out a bit under the glove, as her left hand slowly engulfs more of her skin in that black satin. She's taking her time to let you watch, mesmerizing you with each subtle move. Once she's done with it, The Mistress proceeds to do the same with the left one. Your eyes follow her slender fingers as the left glove covers her hand and forearm.

"They fit perfectly, just as I expected," The Mistress tells you with a smirk. "Now, shall we?"

You nod again as she gets closer to you. The satin-clad fingers approaching, then caressing your bare skin. You shiver just from the mere contact of the clothing, which makes The Mistress giggle a bit.

"My, my, are we ticklish? Or is it…?" She grins. "I'm not the only one loving these, am I? Their touch… You cannot think of anything else, right?"

The Mistress' eyes focus on yours. As you only pay attention to them, as if letting her hypnotize you, you can feel how her left gloved hand makes its way to your face, fingers carefully crawling, until her whole palm covers your nose and mouth. You already know you're blushing from this. A lot.

"Let's see how long you last. Remember that if you can't hold it… I'll punish you."

With your nose and mouth covered, there's little to no air aside from that in between her hand and your face. You notice this fragrance, coming from her glove, a sweet perfume you can't help but sniff, first a little bit, then you take a much longer breath. You need all the air that's stored in that tiny space. And you can't say no to that wonderful smell.

She laughs, watching you get ready.

As you try to hold what's left of air, The Mistress uses her right hand to caress you, running its satin-clad form all over your face, then you neck, followed by your shoulders, your chest, you belly… She stops right before she reaches your pubes.

"You're doing well so far."

Her hand goes all the way back, this time making sure the tips of her fingers sink a bit deeper in your flesh as they trace it. You hold a moan as her gloved fingers pinch your cheek and you realize then that you've taken another big sniff. More of that perfume collapses your nostrils, as your face burns with all the blush…

"Yes, yes…"

Your body twitches, whether it's because of the lack of air or because of The Mistress teasing you with her free hand or even if it's all because of that fragrance, you can't tell. Your legs feel weak, your stomach contracts… You're glad you're sitting down.

Of course, all this means one thing. You lower your head and can see your underwear. It's wet.

The Mistress releases you, so you can have a good chunk of fresh air. How long have you lasted? Five minutes? Or less? Maybe you've overestimated yourself.

"Well, you tried," The Mistress said, with faux and playful disappointment. "You were doing so well, honey. But you couldn't make it. And that means…"

A slightly muffled snap from her gloved fingers is all she needs to see you dwindling. It's a strange sensation, knowing that your point of view changes so drastically and your body tingles and shortens in a painless process that leaves you a bit dizzy at most. This isn't your first time, but all the times you experience still feel like the first one, you can't fully get used to it.

And so-called punishment goes as both of you have already discussed: each time you cannot last long enough her smothering, you'll end up a tenth of your current size.

You're still sitting on the chair, but once your legs were dangling and your bare soles touched the floor, now you're at the center of the seat, your oversized underwear in the way and the stench of your own juices being so strong you nearly pass out. You know The Mistress can shrink your clothes too, but this outcome is better and funnier for her.

She removes your underwear from the chair, leaving only your naked, little self.

"It's round two, babe," The Mistress tells you, her voice louder due to the size difference. "Same rules, so do better this time or…" She bites her lip and adds with a singing voice: "Punishmeeeeent…"

A black, satin hand as large as you approaches. Her fingers curl around your naked torso. The texture of the glove is even more intense now that you are this small, sending chills down your spine, while the fragrance is all over you, that sweet, intoxicating aroma again. She lifts you with barely an effort, a doll in her hand to play with.

You have imagined this scenario in your head all the times you both have talked how this would go… but living it in the flesh is something you will never be prepared for.

"Ready or not…"

The hand holding you starts to squeeze. It's a gentle grip, but for someone of your size the pressure is still noticeable. For a second you fear that she might overdo it and accidentally break a bone or two. But your doubts vanish: her grip is firm as it is soft, her fingers rolling you around a bit, handling your little body with care and dominance.

The index finger of her other hand then covers your face. Once again, she's smothering you. You didn't last as much as you wanted before, are you going to hold it this time? The touch of satin against your whole face and the perfume being so intense are a big handicap, you realize, while you blush as you've never blushed before.

"Are you going to let one finger defeat you, my love?" The Mistress taunts you. She's enjoying it even more than you do.

As much as you try to prove her that you can do it, that you will last…

In that very moment, you can feel your legs quiver and your guts revolve, signs that you are about to… yes...

The Mistress slowly opens her hand and carefully uses both her thumb and forefinger to hold you by your underarms. You can feel your juices running down your legs, then leaving little drops on the gigantic chair. And they haven't ruined her glove, you don't want to think how embarrassing it'd be if you did.

You're sure you haven't been in her grip for more than two or three minutes. Are you this weak you last even less each time? Or is it because of your current shrunken state?

"You've lost again. Tenth of a tenth, now that's going to be so small it's lovely!"

Another snap and you can feel it again. This time there's no underwear to lose, your body simply shrinks even further, and her gloved fingers slowly adapt to your new size, until you're pinched in between her massive satin fingertips. The perfume is almost sickening, and the pressure is huge… yet your body endures all that. You recognize that as a side effect from all that shrinking: the smaller you get, the more durable you become.

"You're my little adorable speck now, it'll be so easy to lose you if I'm not careful…" The Mistress speaks in a whisper, knowing that her voice will be so loud now it might deafen you. "But don't worry, I know where to keep you."

You don't remember this part of the game you two were planning, still it has been so focused on you that you cannot deny The Mistress having her own saying in the matter. You let her go on, you can't say or discuss anything she will do in your current state.

With extreme care, the Mistress places you in the enormous chair you once sat on. It feels like ages since you were almost the size of her, but it has only been less than fifteen minutes…

You look up, at The Mistress. She's taking her left glove off. She lowers her massive body, her bare index finger coming to you slow and steady, its tip the size of a large car compared to you, when you think about it.

"Get on my fingertip and lie down."

There's no other thing you can do but obey. At your size, the ridges of her fingertip are very helpful and once you reach the top of such fingertip, you do as you've been told and lie down. Once she sees you're secured, The Mistress carefully brings that finger to her face. Her eyes cover all your view, you feel them examining your diminutive body with curiosity, joy and something else.

"This way, I won't lose you, even if you come and shrink again," she explains. "Since you're more durable now, it's going to feel very tight for you in a few seconds, but you can take it." She smiles and for the first time she's the one blushing... or at least that's what you can guess from your position. "I need to do some… stuff with my fingers and I want you to be as close to me as possible when I do it."

As she finishes that sentence, The Mistress takes her left glove with her other hand and starts to put it on, while not moving you from your position. Your view, your sky so to speak, is now all black, all satin…

"Thank you so much for the gloves, honey! They've come… handy!"

And those are the last muffled words you can hear, as the fabric of the glove presses you against her fingertip, enclosing you for The Mistress only knows how long. She's about to get busy and as wet as you… or even more.

How long are you going to last this time?