Footjob on the Micro Penis
The door opened, revealing a figure that exuded dominance and control. Mistress Karina stepped into the room, her high heels clicking on the floor as she approached the man bound to the chair. He was already hard at work, his eyes fixated on her every move. She was aware of his desire for her, but she also knew that he was terrified of disappointing her.
Karina took a moment to observe him. He was young, probably no older than twenty-five. His eyes were pleading with her, begging for her approval. She reached down and grabbed his tiny penis, causing him to flinch in pain.
"Still not growing, huh?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He shook his head, unable to speak. She sighed, looking around the room. It was filled with objects of various sizes - a baseball bat, a water bottle, a tube of lipstick. All of them larger than the pathetic excuse for a penis in front of her.
"Alright," she said finally, "let's see if we can do something about that."
Karina walked over to the bed and retrieved a pair of high heels. She held them up, comparing them to his penis. "See this?" she asked, pointing to the heel. "This is bigger than you."
She placed one of the heels next to his penis, and it towered over it, dwarfing it completely. She moved on to the next object - a bottle of cologne. "And this?" she asked, holding up the bottle. "This is twice as big as you."
She placed the bottle next to his penis, and it easily encircled it. The man could only watch, his heart racing in his chest. He knew that he was completely at her mercy, and she was taking full advantage of it.
"Alright," Karina said finally, "let's see if we can do something about this pathetic excuse for a penis."
She knelt down in front of him and began to massage his thighs, slowly working her way down towards his groin. As she did so, she could feel his penis beginning to twitch and grow in anticipation. She continued to tease him, rubbing her fingers over the tight skin of his scrotum.
Finally, she grabbed his penis in her hand, squeezing it gently between her fingers. "Alright, let's see how big you can get," she said, her voice a low growl.
She began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the first hints of pleasure. She moved her other hand down to his balls, squeezing them gently as she continued to stroke him.
Suddenly, he let out a loud moan, his hips bucking against the chair. He couldn't believe the sensations coursing through his body. But as much as he wanted to cum, he knew that wasn't what she wanted.
Karina continued to stroke him, her hand moving faster and faster. His penis began to throb, growing harder and longer under her skilled touch. She increased the pressure, squeezing him tighter and tighter, until he let out a long, drawn-out moan of pure pleasure.
Finally, she stopped, her hand still wrapped tightly around his shaft. She looked down at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Not bad," she said, her voice ringing with approval.
She stood up, towering over him once again. She reached down and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "But you still have a long way to go," she warned him.
She walked away, leaving him there, still struggling to catch his breath. He knew that he would do anything she asked, just to please her. Because in her presence, he felt both terrified and exhilarated. And he couldn't get enough.
