Palministry and the Titan Totem
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He awoke from a restless sleep. It was cold and dark in the room. The hum
of the ceiling fan rotating above and the cool rush of air that it rushed
over his tiny genitals brought reality back to him like a ton of bricks.
He was curled up on his dog bed, in his mistress' room, in the home of
his mistress' mistress, and he was frightened.
With a desperate quickness he scrambled off his futon and, small breasts
bouncing, scampered with quick, ginger steps across the carpet to his
mistress' bed. His slender, girlish fingers gripped the glossy, silken
sheets and with great effort he hoisted his doll-like frame the four feet
to the top of the canopied bed.
His mistress laid dead still on top of the sheets with her sheer babydoll
crumpled above her breasts. Her nude form bare to anyone who might give
witness. The intricate floral pattern in the lace of the babydoll was a
delicate mass framing her perfect face. The glossy black curls of her
hair. The porcelain glow of her skin in the dim moonlight. Her cute,
upturned nose. Her full, parted lips. She slept on her side and her
slight, uncovered body seemed to jut forward almost agressively at him.
Pert, full breasts that pushed forward and shrank back with her shallow
breaths and tapering into a taut stomach that gave way to a baby-smooth
pelvis. Nestled at the junction of her hips and pelvic bone was a
consistently erect penis the size of half a woman's pinkie.
He knew his mistress was sleeping well even without the betraying posture
and breathing pattern because a glistening drop of semen had beaded on
the tip of her tiny member. His thin, pink, synthetic leather collar
dragging behind him, he crawled over to his mistress and pushed his head
in closer to her groin. He wore a desperate look on his face that
broadcast a need so severe it bordered on madness, and perhaps that's
what it was. With slowness and care he parted his rosebud lips and took
the cock into his mouth, careful not to move too far to one side or brush
his chin against the bottlecap-wide scrotum that rested taut under the
tiny penis. With a surgeon's delicacy he separated the globule of semen
from the member and swallowed it. There was a nearly silent exhalation
through his nostrils that would have been a whimpering, shivery sigh if
he had dared to make a noise in the black quiet of the early day.
The semen tasted of sugar and lemon. It was an immaculate candied treat
to him. It was a delicacy that, being slave to his mistress, only he was
chosen to appreciate. The fact that his mistress, when given to bouts of
sexual need or hunger could indulge in the semen herself, was irrelevant.
At least, it had to be if he was going to have any chance of retaining
his sanity. He had nothing else in his life now. So few things he could
retain control or pleasure over. He had the memories of his former life,
his futon, and his desire for his mistress' decadent jism. Before
swallowing it he rolled the globule around his mouth and under his
tongue. After it had sank down his throat he would search the corners of
his mouth and the nooks of his gums for any stray particles. Finding none
he could only take solace in the memory of the experience. This was a
small comfort indeed.
With another dejected exhlation through his nose he rolled silently off
the bed, gripping the sheets once again and creating a small whistle as
he rapelled to the floor. With an unconscious obedience he crawled back
to his futon rather than patting on two legs to it. He was ordered to
crawl at all times unless otherwise asked. He only broke this rule when
he was in a state of anxiety and he was sure that he wouldn't be punished
for it.
He clambered back onto his fuzzy, pink futon and after reeling in his
leash, curled into the fabric like an infant in the womb. To the
oscillating hiss of the fan and with his craving so recently satiated he
fell fast asleep. His dreams for the remainder of the night were not
entirely pleasant. At one point he had a vision of a crowd of mocking
figures looming over him. Soon however that dream gave way to one where
he lay content in a field of daises. The hot, summmer sun baking his
nude, toned, once again fully-male body as a proud and tremendous
erection stood defiant in the blistering light.
Outisde of these dreams, on a pathetic little bed, his sub-infantile
penis twitched ever so slightly. It was a vigor displayed by the organ
that had not been met since his last day as a normal man. The day before
he had become the lowest creature on the totem pole. The last day he had
been more than just a pet.
To be continued...
Libbie
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