The Prospective Tenant, Chapter 2

Chapter 2

For several long moments, Tom couldn’t even muster up a response to my purring declaration.  I was sitting there on the bed with his naked, skinny little body all coddled and cradled in my arms.  I mean, it’s true that I was giving him this treatment after mercilessly kicking him in the balls, over and over, with my 6-inch black platform heels, but still…I know I’m a good cuddler, and with tiny little midgets like Tom, I know my arms feel sooooo good, all wrapped around their precious little bodies.  I had dommed many smaller men in my lifetime, but never anyone quite so short, and quite so skinny, as little Tom here.  My loins were still pulsating from that recent orgasm, an orgasm which, I stress, happened without any stimulation.  That’s how turned-on I was right then.  I was cradling the little man in my arms, with him sniffling up at me, those cute little watery eyes of his searching mine for mercy, as he made a helpless little puppy-dog face.  I don’t know if he really knew what he was doing or not, but the effect on me was the same in either case — I felt such a strong combination of urges.  I longed to continue my overwhelming, humiliating domination over him, but I also wanted to explore that little erection he had developed, despite his torment.  I knew that his little boner was a special key into a whole new form of domination and humiliation, one that might spare his testicles this time.

“Wh-what’s…wh-what’s…perfect ab-about me!?” he managed to stammer a few moments later.  As he spoke, I couldn’t help but look down on him with wide, adoring eyes, puckering up and pouting my lips down at him in exaggeration as he struggled to get his words out.  I was mocking him, yes, but I was also acting the role of the domineering mother figure, the one who wanted my little slave boy to express himself to the best of his ability.

“Awwwww, how precious!” I intoned in response.  “My sweet little midget wants to know why I think he’s just sooooo perfect for me?”

“Y-yes,” Tom nodded his head.  His skinny little arms and legs were draped over my strong arms, and looking down, I could tell that he was so tiny that my arms were actually thicker around then his legs!  My forearms were thicker than his calves, and my biceps were clearly bigger than his quads.  At 6 feet tall, and 180 pounds, I was definitely solid and strong, but I was proportional, and not overly huge.  It was more a testament to Tom’s tininess than my hugeness, that my arms dwarfed his legs.

But as I held Tom out in front of me, with his little feet dangling off the floor, I reminded myself that Tom’s tiny body was proportional too.  But since he was so incredibly short, “proportionality” basically meant that his limbs were deliciously skinny.  I could hardly believe my luck — this little guy, of all people, had responded to my ad seeking a roommate!

“Well, where to begin, little man?” I cooed at him.  My eyes travelled up and down his waifish, puny frame, making a point of drinking in the sight of every appetizing inch of his body.  I wanted him to know that I was looking at him like a piece of meat, like the adorable little house slave that I was going to turn him into.  His eyes dropped away from mine, and I could see from his quickly-reddening cheeks that he was embarrassed and self-conscious.  After all, I was effortlessly holding him aloft in front of me, while his free erection was pointing straight up at my chin.  I could feel my mouth starting to water.  I knew exactly what I wanted to do with that cock, but I reminded myself to take it slow, bit by bit, to achieve maximum arousal, both for me and for him, before I forced him to explode.

“How about we start with the fact that you’re three-foot-three, Tom,” I began, my wide, wondering eyes continuing to go up and down his body as I gently shook my head in disbelief.  “Do you realize how minuscule that is, Tom?  Hahaha, I mean, I’m actually a DOM, Tom…like, I specialize in playing with small, submissive men.  I’ve been doing this for over 10 years, and I’ve had more little subby play partners than I can count.  And never, NEVER have I EVER had someone who is as SHORT as you are.  Not even close, little Tom.”

I shook his tiny body in my grip, sending a wave of vibrations through his weak frame, shaking all the way down to his feet, which flopped and dangled over 6 inches off the floor.

“Haha, and to think that I thought this one guy I had was short!” I laughed.  “Wanna know how tall he was, Tom? 5’1.  That’s right — I thought that all of my size fantasies had come true when he showed up to my door for one of my “sessions.”  That was way back in college, when I was just getting started!  I thought there was just NO WAY that I’d be lucky enough to find someone like that again…but LOOK at this, Tom!  I’m holding you like a little child, and your feet aren’t even touching the FLOOR!”

I shook him again, sending his little feet flopping once more.

“Oh, and that’s just your height,” I continued, boring in on him.  “You wanna know what else is perfect about you, Tom?”

The precious little man shook his head.  He looked confused, almost like he wasn’t sure how to manage being so scared and so aroused at the same time.  Of course, this kind of conflicted expression only made me feel hotter, and I licked my lips hungrily up at him.

“You weigh FIFTY…SEVEN…POUNDS,” I breathed, spacing out each word to emphasize the craziness of what I was saying.  “And what’s hilarious is that you’re so short and so skinny that that’s way heavier than I would’ve even expected!  But fifty seven pounds, Tom!  Hahaha, that’s like a big bag of rice!  And me…I weigh 180, so that’s more than THREE TIMES as big as you.  Think about that, Tom.”

He certainly seemed to be thinking about it; I could tell because his erection got thicker and longer, and rose up higher, than it had been before.  I blinked up at him, slowly, sexily, as I gathered myself up for the next big, humiliating verbal push.

“But the best part about all of this isn’t even how short and puny you are,” I persisted up at him.  I was speaking in a low, rich whisper now.  “The best part about you is that you actually enjoy how inferior you are compared to me, Tom.  You actually ENJOY being dominated by me, don’t you?”

I could see Tom’s lip trembling, and for a moment I actually thought that he was going to burst into a mess of blubbering tears.  I wouldn’t have minded this so much — I was fully prepared to coo and whisper at him, and cradle him some more, before continuing on with my humiliation.  But for whatever reason, he didn’t end up crying.  But he did look conflicted, hanging there in my double-handed grip.  I could tell that he didn’t want to outright admit to being a submissive little slave with a size fetish, but there wasn’t really any way he could deny the evidence of his hard cock.  Right now, his member was speaking for him, loud and clear.

Suddenly, I got an idea.  Abruptly standing up, I put Tom down on the floor directly in front of me.  I stood before him in my tight black dress, which stretched up over my strong, full upper thighs, over my toned stomach, and over my huge F-cup breasts that hung high over Tom like an awning.  I put my hands on my hips and inhaled a huge breath, inflating my already-massive body, making it even bigger.  And, of course, my 6-inch black platform heels completed the picture.  I was every bit of 6’6, towering before him, standing a full 39 inches higher.  Poor little Tom was so dwarfed that I had to actually arch my neck to be able to see him underneath my breasts!  And when I did see him, I noticed that he was trembling, even as that cock of his looked bigger than ever.  I smiled to myself.  My plan was working.

“Mmmmm, there’s no use trying to think your way out of this, my sweet little midget,” I purred down at him.  “Even from waaaaay up here, I can see that little cock twitching…aaaaching with arousal.  You were trying to deny yourself before, but now that I’m standing before you, and having to actually ARCH my NECK to even see you…haha, well, there’s no way you can pretend now, little slave.  You’re so hopelessly turned-on by how much taller, bigger, and stronger I am than you, aren’t you.  Admit it, little midget.  I wanna hear you say the words.”

What a delicious predicament I had put my little slave in!  He had two choices, neither of which were very attractive.  One, he could openly lie and try to pretend that he wasn’t aroused by everything that was happening.  This option was silly for all kinds of reasons, the least of which was the obvious refutation that his hard cock would provide.  And of course, even at this early stage, I had already spanked the little man’s ass so hard that he had burst into tears, to say nothing of how brutally I had busted his poor little balls with my heel.  In his mind, there was no telling what I would do if he tried to lie to me.  But of course, option number two wasn’t too attractive either.  Admit he was turned-on by how pathetic he was compared to me!?  Well that would just be asking for me to lay on the humiliation EXTRA thick, now, wouldn’t it?  I could feel my loins churning in arousal as I looked down on him, watching his mind struggle with the two options.

At long last, he chose the correct one.

“I…I’m…a-aroused by it, y-yes,” he admitted in a small voice.  I felt the warming sensation of victory spread out across my skin.  But I wasn’t satisfied; I wanted more.  So I bent down, putting my hand to my ear.

“What’s that?” I demanded.  “I could barely hear you, little slave.”

“Y-yes!  I’m…aroused by it!” he called up to me fearfully.

“Aroused by what, sweetheart?” I cooed down at him lovingly.  I was going to make him say it all.

“By…by h-how much bigger and…a-and stronger you are than…than me,” he stammered.

“Mmmm, go on,” I hummed, as my fingers moved under my dress, through my panties, and straight to my clit, which was already lubricated and swelling with throbbing lust.

“A-and…and I…I l-like it when you humiliate me,” he squeaked, his face turning bright red.  “I f-feel…so aroused when y-you…tease me and c-compare yourself to me a-and…when you wrestle me and m-make me w-worship your…your feet and…a-and your body…”

“Mmmmm, and when I hurt you?” I cooed down at him, rubbing my clit above his head (since the only way he could even reach my pussy was if he reached way, way up and stood on his tiptoes!).  “How do you feel about that?”

“I-It…it hurts so much! he exclaimed in a shaky voice.  “B-but…but I j-just can’t help but f-feel, so…s-so turned-on by it!”

“Why?” I asked, rubbing myself even faster.

“B-because it sh-shows how…how p-powerful you are compared to me,” he answered in that small, cute little voice of his.  “Wh-when you hurt me, i-it shows that you…y-you can do anything you want to me, and th-that I c-can’t do anything to s-stop you!”

I arched my back and stood up to my full height, and as I did this, little Tom disappeared from my view, covered up in my vision by my voluminous breasts.  I closed my eyes and took a long, slow deep breath, deeper than any I had yet taken.  I could feel my entire pussy shuddering in sweet, agonizing desire for this little shrimp of a man.  Just hearing him say those words out loud, with me towering like that in front of him, after all I had already done to him…well, it very nearly made me have another powerful orgasm right then and there.  But this was what my deep breath was for: to gather myself, to regroup and remind myself that I couldn’t take it too quickly, and that the best was yet to come.

After several long, drawn-out moments, I took a step back, and my skinny little midget came back into view.  He looked just as scared as he had before, but his flushed face and pulsating erection told me that he was even more aroused than he was scared.  And the way he was looking at me!  Seeing those big, wide eyes of his, staring up at me in fear and awe, was a tasty sight to behold.  This little guy really was checking all the boxes for me — short, check, skinny, check, scared, check, aroused, check…once again, I could barely believe my luck.  But I remembered that I needed to edge myself, and with a slurp, I took my fingers out from under my dress.  Then I did something that seemed to surprise my newly-acquired slave: I knelt all the way down, dropping to my knees in front of him.  My smile widened as I saw his face go blank with renewed shock and surprise — even though I was on my knees, his head STILL didn’t even come up to my shoulders!  Even on my knees, I still dwarfed him completely.

“Nooooo,” I whispered to him.  I held up the fingers of my right hand, which were sticky with the syrup of my pre-cum.  I fluttered my fingers together quickly, back and forth, back and forth, so that long, thick strands of my fluids got strung out in between.  I saw Tom’s eyes go wide — haha, I don’t think he had realized before how long my fingers were, or how aroused I was.

“No, there’s nothing you can do to stop me, is there?” I purred down to him, as I held my fingers out to him.  At first, the little midget looked a little puzzled at my fingers, but all I had to do was raise my eyebrows.  I didn’t even have to say a word.  That simple movement was all he needed, because right after, Tom seemed to catch on; he knew exactly what to do.  Gingerly taking ahold of my wrist with both of his little hands (which barely went all the way around!), he opened his mouth and started licking my pre-cum off my fingers.  I sucked in my breath sharply as my pussy spasmed and lubricated itself even further.  A line of pre-cum started running down my leg.  I was so unbelievably aroused from what was going on — I was training my little slave, my little midget man, to do my bidding…all without even having to speak commands to him.  We had only just gotten started, and already, Tom was showing great promise.

After he had finished cleaning off my fingers, I stood up again, positively purring with lust.  Wordlessly, I led my little midget over to the wall next to my bed.  I pointed down, indicating without speaking that he was to remain in place.  And then, ever-so-surely, I turned around, giving him an impressive view of the hulking, mammoth twin cheeks of my ass, which looked like they were about to burst out of the tiny black dress I had confined them in.  My wardrobe was entirely purposeful — I had dressed like this because I had been planning on enticing and ensnaring a short little man…but I hadn’t had the slightest clue that the man would be THIS short!  If I had known that the tiny shrimp would be staring UP at my ass cheeks, then I might have worn something even skimpier.  As it was, though, my tight black dress was evidently skimpy enough, because I could see his erection bouncing in response to looking up at my ass.

“Now eeeeasy does it down there!” I warned, through a deep-throated chuckle as I peeked down at him over my shoulder.  “You’re not gonna be cumming early now, are you, little midget?”

“N-no!” he squeaked.  “No, o-of…of course not!”

“Mmmmm, that’s good to hear,” I hummed, shaking my huge ass above him.  “Because if a certain little slave were to…oh, I don’t know…prematurely ejaculate…then, well…he’d have to be punished, wouldn’t he?”

“Y-yes!” called Tom up to me, his high voice sending electric vibrations straight to the tip of my clit.  “Yes h-he would!”

“Of course he would,” I giggled down at him.  “So he’d better remember to control himself, even when he’s around ME…even when my ass…is in the sky.”

As I moaned these words down to him, I started slowly, slowly peeling back my dress from my ass.  As I did so, I elegantly, lasciviously arched my back and threw my titanic cheeks back and forth with slow, ponderous purpose.  All the while, I was peeking over my shoulder, enjoying the stupefied look on Tom’s face as he beheld the gradual and inexorable revelation of each ass colossal cheek.  After a few minutes, I had peeled my dress all the way back, and Tom was looking up at a sky-full of my deep red panties.

“Ooooo, are you liking what you’re seeing, little slave?” I cooed down at him, smiling.  “This is all a reward for answering me so honestly before.”

“Oh y-yesss!  Y-yes…I…I c-can’t believe it!” he croaked.  It sounded like the mere act of speaking was difficult for my sweet midget, so I made it easy for him by quickly shimmying out of my panties, so that my bare ass was now shaking, jiggling, and gyrating in the air above him.  I saw Tom grab his cock and squeeze — I immediately knew what he was doing.  He was forcefully preventing himself from blowing his load.  The extent of his devotion to following my commands sent renewed waves of hot, blustering lust through my body.  I couldn’t wait any longer.

I backed up against Tom’s little body, pinning him against the wall, as I bent down, down, down, until I felt his little head slide in between my huge ass cheeks.  It sounded like he was trying to say something, but whatever it was got instantly muffled by the strong, thick flesh of my ass.  For the next several minutes, my bedroom was filled with my long, searing moans of ecstasy as I essentially rode Tom’s entire head with my ass.  It was incredible — even though Tom was standing, I was facesitting on him…And I actually needed to bend my knees down to do it!  I came several times, my big body shuddering with pleasure as more of my cum ran in rivulets down my legs.  I could tell that a good amount of my cum was also getting on my little slave, running down his tiny little chest.  But of course, he knew that he wasn’t to cum…not yet.

Finally, with an abrupt, lustful growl, I spun around, taking a step back to survey my midget.  Tom was backed up against the wall, his bare, heaving chest shining with my juices, as he breathed in and out laboriously.  It looked like he was about to pass out, but I didn’t much care about that.  I was used to my slaves passing out on me, and there were always sure-fire ways of reviving them.  What I was most concerned with was his cock, and as I looked down, an impressed smile splayed out across my face.  He was still rock-hard, still throbbing, to the extent that the inflated mushroom head at the tip of his penis was beginning to turn purple.  I could immediately tell that he had obeyed me — he hadn’t cum.  But his eyes, with puppy-dog-like submission, were begging me for release.

“Mmmm, your face felt so GOOD in between my biiiiiggg ass cheeks!” I moaned down at him, bunching up my breasts with my arms as I folded my hands right in front of my drooling snatch.  “It fit sooooo perfectly in between them…like it was made to do just that!  Did you like that, my little midget slave?  Did you like how I had to bend DOWN to facesit on you, when you were STANDING UP!?”

“Y-yes!” squeaked the little man.

“Oooooo, and it looks like you’ve been a good little slave,” I continued, pouting my full lips down at him and licking my lips.  “Your cock is harder than it’s ever, EVER been…isn’t it, sweet little Tommy boy?”

“Yes!” he cried, nodding his head vigorously.  He tried to stand up straight, and he actually stumbled a bit.

“Oh my god,” I breathed down on him.  “You’re so turned-on right now that you can barely even stand up straight anymore.  I have SUCH an effect on you that you can barely even STAND in my presence!”

“Y-yes!” cried Tom again, nodding once more.  His eyes turned upward again, still with that submissive pleading welling up from their depths.  I couldn’t take it anymore — any longer, and I knew that I would lose control.  I had to take him.  NOW.

Snarling with lust, I reached down and tore off my dress.  I was already quite strong, but whenever I’m that aroused, my strength seems to triple.  Tom watched in incredulity as I tore through the fabric like it was tissue paper.  In no time, I was standing there, in nothing more than a blood-red bra and panties to match.  Now was the time.  I reached down, grabbing both of Tom’s ankles with my big hands.  I wasn’t at all surprised when I felt my fingers easily go all the way around them, with a number of inches to spare.  My little midget WAS surprised, however, with what happened next.  Without warning, I yanked him up by his ankles, and I delighted in the adorable little involuntary yelp that escaped his mouth as I jerked his body upward.  Before Tom knew it, he was hanging upside down, with me holding onto both of his ankles, staring at him wide-eyed as I held him up to my face.

“Mmmm, that’s a TASTY-looking cock you’ve got there, little slave,” I purred at him, licking my long, talented tongue around my full lips, before unfurling its sinuous length out to tease and taste Tom’s tortured cock.  His little body seized up right before my eyes, but miraculously, he still managed to keep his orgasm at bay.

“I’m gonna show you what I do to good little slaves who follow orders,” I whispered down at him.  “Even if those orders seem impossible to obey.”

With that, I held Tom’s skinny little body aloft, raising my arms above my head as I winked down at him.  And then, with abrupt energy, I lowered my arms, sinking that turgid, purpling cock directly into the dark, moist warmth of my mouth.  Tom’s cock wasn’t small, especially for such a tiny little guy, but within a second I had swallowed him his entire length, balls and all.  His entire package was caught in the searing, sucking trap of my mouth, and my lubricious tongue immediately wrapped around his length like a python, hungrily pulling, pulling, and constricting its prey.

“Wwaaaaauuughhh!” screamed Tom in ecstasy, failing his skinny little arms in helpless pleasure.  He was being held upside down by someone over 3 feet taller than him, who weighed over 3 times as much as he did, and who was totally dedicated to dominating him, and making him submit to her luscious mouth.  I knew his brain must have been mush at this point, but it didn’t stop me from aggressively taking what I knew was mine.  I growled into his crotch with animalistic fervor, shaking my head back and forth, back and forth, so fast until it was a blur.

“Rrrrraauuuughhhhhhh!!” I growled, deepthroating Tom with incredible energy, as my huge tongue wrapped around his cock and milked it for all it was worth as I continued shaking my head back and forth like an animal.  “Rrrawwwghhghghhghlllooaaauurrghhhh!!!”

The guttural sounds of my cum feast filled the bedroom, and it was only seconds later that I felt the hot ropes of submissive cum jet down my throat, painting my tonsils white.  The cum only greased my gears, and I just growled harder, shook my head faster, and throated his cock deeper.  It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized that the little shrimp’s body had long since gone totally limp.  He had shot so many times down my throat I had lost count.  But he had passed out in a dead faint!

I swallowed the last bit of sweet cum with a gulp and laid my little slave’s unconscious body out on my bed.  I looked down at him, rubbing my belly full of his cum.  He looked so cute, so sweet, so peaceful lying there, totally exhausted from my blowjob.  But he’d eventually wake up…and then he’d learn that his servitude with me was only just beginning.