Long Toe Sally - Little weakling

Long Toe Sally - Little weakling

Sally was always fascinated by the idea of being dominated by a woman far more powerful than herself. She had read about it in books and seen it in movies, but nothing could have prepared her for the night she decided to meet Mistress Stormy. Sally was tiny, barely over five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds. She stood in front of Mistress Stormy, a towering giant of a woman, easily seven feet tall and weighing several hundred pounds. Her soft curves were accentuated by her revealing lingerie, hinting at the sheer power she possessed. Sally couldn't believe her eyes; her heart raced with anticipation as she looked up at her new mistress.

"You are so little," Mistress Stormy growled in her deep, commanding voice. "So weak. Just a little speck compared to my massiveness." As she spoke, Sally felt her own insignificance being magnified. She had always thought of herself as submissive, but now she found herself completely overwhelmed by the dominance of her mistress. "I am going to use you as my little slave, do you understand?" Mistress Stormy's question hung in the air, echoing off the walls of the dungeon they were standing in.

With trembling hands, Sally nodded her head in response. She couldn't believe she was actually agreeing to this; part of her was terrified, yet another part of her was already wet and aching with desire. Mistress Stormy's asshole was the first thing she saw when she looked up, and it was incredibly alluring to her. There was something dirty and taboo about it, yet strangely arousing.

"Good girl," Mistress Stormy purred, her voice filled with amusement. "You will lick my asshole until I tell you to stop. You will love every moment of it, even though you are too small to do anything else." As she spoke, Mistress Stormy positioned herself on a chair, spreading her powerful thighs wide apart. The sight of her asshole, exposed and waiting for her, sent shivers down Sally's spine.

Without hesitation, Sally moved forward and pressed her lips against her mistress's asshole. The scent of her permeated her senses, a mix of sweat and musk that only served to heighten her arousal. She began licking and sucking on Mistress Stormy's asshole, exploring every inch of it with her tongue. She could feel the warmth emanating from her mistress's ass, and she knew that she was turning her on.

Mistress Stormy's moans of pleasure echoed through the dungeon as she leaned back, her massive thighs pinning Sally to the ground. "That's it, baby," she groaned. "Lick my asshole. Get yourself turned on by my massiveness." And just as she had said, Sally couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused by the situation. Her mistress's asshole tasted both dirty and addictive, and the feeling of her immense strength pressing down on her only intensified her sensations.

As she continued to pleasure her mistress, Sally couldn't help but notice the other things that Mistress Stormy mentioned. Her gigantic feet were pressed against the ground, their sheer size making it impossible for Sally to see anything beyond them. The thought of those massive feet crushing her sent a shockwave of desire through her body. And then there were the farts; Mistress Stormy's powerful ass muscles emitted a constant stream of hot, smelly gas that filled the dungeon. Despite herself, Sally couldn't help but find the scent intoxicating.

For hours, Sally remained in her mistress's thrall, lost in a world of domination and submission. She ate her mistress's asshole until she was covered in the juices of her mistress's pleasure. She felt her own body being stretched and filled by the mass of muscle that was her mistress. And when Mistress Stormy finally granted her permission to come, it was a release unlike any she had experienced before.

As the night wore on, Sally knew that she had found what she had been looking for. The feeling of being completely dominated by a woman like Mistress Stormy was both exhilarating and terrifying, but also incredibly arousing. She knew that this was a journey she would never forget, and one that she would eagerly undertake again and again.