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Pleasure Chest - Chapter One | Commission: stargate1990
🕑 Added 2020-06-23 15:49:48 +0000 UTCLucas couldn’t wait to get inside as he stood in the cold queue outside of what looked like a normal building. To the average passer-by, this was just a normal building. However, to those who knew, it was much much more than that. After having booked in a lengthy slot, the day had finally come for Lucas to visit and he was more than ready.
Going alone, he listened intently to the conversations of the other people who also waited in line. The group of boys behind him were the loudest, it sounded like they had come here for their friend’s birthday and the birthday boy wasn’t pleased about it. “I ONLY want a lap dance, I’m not doing anything strange!” the birthday boy said to his friends.
“Dylan, relax. Once you’re in there and reading through your options, you might choose something else too. Who knows?” one of his friends replied, trying to calm him down. Lucas laughed to himself as he listened, pfft only a lapdance? He wanted everything they had.
Soon the queue began to move and Lucas headed inside, followed closely behind by the group of friends. They all entered an extremely dark room and sat down on the seats around the edges. A woman came around and handed out forms to each person in the room, she gave a quick briefing on what the evening would entail.
“Thank you for visiting Pleasure Chest, the fetish club where even your wildest dreams can come true! This is the Setup Room for people interested solely in women for this occasion, although we do advise you to experiment once you’re in the public dungeons - but that’s totally optional. If you read carefully through the form and fill it in, it will outline to us what you want from your visit and we will match you up with someone who wants to also do that.” the woman explained. Everyone seemed extremely impressed so far, some even filling the form in while she spoke. Dylan listened carefully, nervous about the entire experience.
She continued, “For example, if you wanted to have a woman dominating you by sitting on your face then you would tick the box for ‘FACESITTING’ and we would match you up with someone who also ticked that box with the intent of being a facesitter. Once you have filled in your forms, please hand them to me and I will direct you to the Meeting Rooms. A Meeting Room is two identical rooms separated by a door where you will meet your match. Once you have met your match, you will go together into the dungeons where you are free to exercise your passions.”
For the most part, everyone was beaming with glee at the briefing. Lucas filled in his form as fast as he could. “Facesitting? Yes. Total domination? Yes. Shrinking domination? Yes. Scat? Yes. Watersports? Yes.” he scribbled down onto the form, not leaving a single box unchecked.
Dylan finished his form equally fast, only he ticked just a single box and was done: lap dance. He had to choose a generic name for himself to be identified by, something to do with remaining anonymous in here; he chose “Bear”. Contrastingly, Lucas chose “Worm”.
“I’ll see you guys in there”, Dylan said to his friends who were still filling their forms in, as he followed the woman out of the room behind Lucas, since they were the only two ready to go. She lead the two men down a dark hallway before stopping at two doors.
Ushering each of them to their respective door, the woman explained, “There's a tablet on the wall inside each of your rooms, it has the list of things you wish to do along with our terms and conditions. Have a read, have a scroll, sign the bottom and enjoy!”
Eagerly, Lucas rushed into his room. Dylan entered slower, as if it were any other room, and made his way towards the tablet on the wall. Scrolling through it, he skipped the stuff he already knew like his generic name, fetishes chosen, etc before stopping on the important stuff. He read the rest of the agreement thoroughly: “We’re not held responsible for any harm caused to you… The domination agreements are between yourself and your match… Once you sign this form, you agree to all of these terms and accept whatever fate befalls you”.
Dylan yawned at the boring terms and conditions, he was glad he only selected a lap dance or else they might have worried him. He hoped his friends didn’t choose anything stupid because he knew they’d not read these terms. Happy with the terms for him, Dylan scrolled to the bottom and quickly signed the form.
Suddenly he felt dizzy and his vision faded. As his eyes flickered back open, the dark room was much bigger. Dylan could still see the tablet, only it was hundreds of metres up the wall now and the door handle to get back out of the room was way out of his reach. He guessed he must have been around four inches tall. Why had he shrunk? He just wanted a lap dance.
He froze as the door between him and his match swung open to expose a girl who must have been around 23-24, his ideal age range since he was 23. She was slim but not skinny with huge breasts and an ass to die for. Her hair was bright blonde and her smile was gorgeous. Maybe he was going to get a lapdance after all? A one at this size wasn’t ideal but he’d take it. The girl was wearing a short skirt and a bralet. As she moved closer to him, he peered up to see that she had no panties on. The only thing between her legs was her vagina, covered in a thin layer of peach fuzz.
“Wormmmmm!” the girl shouted. Worm? Why was she shouting Worm? Dylan thought back to how he hadn’t double checked he was put in the correct room when he agreed to the terms and conditions. His mind raced, thinking about how he had so easily scrolled past it. What had he agreed to? Was this why he had shrunk?
“WORMMMM!” the girl screamed this time, looking for him, angry that he was missing. Dylan turned towards the door he had come in through and made a run for it. He desperately wished to slide under the gap and escape before it was too late as he ran. She noticed.
Suddenly, her slender fingers clasped around his tiny form as she dived down to get him. “I love the chase!” she said as she held him in front of her huge teeth menacingly. “You can call me Love!” she said to him as she held him tightly in her hand.
“Wait… There’s been a mistake!” Dylan began, “I’m meant to just be getting a lap dance, I’m not into any of this!” He squirmed in her hand and pulled at her skin in an attempt to escape but was met simply with the tightening of her grip, which forced the air out of his lungs.
“You literally signed up for everything. You’re mine until I choose to let you go. And you’re saying there has been a mixup?” Love asked, her hot breath washing over his face as she spoke. She actually looked slightly concerned about whether a mistake had been actually made.
Dylan sighed in relief as she seemed to show signs of care. “Yes! There’s been a mixup, I’m Bear! I just wanted a lap dance!”
Love bit her lip sensually. “Oh my God, Worm. You do not know how turned on I am right now. I love dominating people but subs who enjoy it ruin it! I have an actual totally unwilling sub right now, this is the best match I’ve ever had. And I’ll give you a lapdance”.
She placed him down on the floor, forcing her finger powerfully into his chest until he gasped in pain. He lay on the floor, feeling wounded and breathless. Dylan watched in horror as the giantess stood up and turned to face away from him.
To his surprise, she began dancing sensually above him. He winced as her feet moved, slamming down into the carpeted floor mere inches from his puny body with each booming step. She dropped down into a squat suddenly above his body, the heat from her vagina emanated immensely onto his shrunken form at this distance. Her feminine juices drooled over him as she hovered there for a moment.
Gyrating in place, she lowered her ass towards the carpet until finally the fuzz on her vagina met him. The tickling of her pubic hairs against his skin only lasted a moment before she sank lower again and Dylan felt her moist lips grind against him fully. Soon, Love was sat fully on the floor with Worm under her. She ground her vagina into the floor, feeling his shrunken body conforming to every crease and fold which drove her mad with lust.
Dylan coughed and sputtered as the juices and hairs from this girl littered his body and filled his orifices. Her pudgy lips slammed into him constantly, forcing him deeper into her folds. Love moaned loudly from the pleasure of having a squirming little man against her vagina. She was eager to head into the dungeons.
Putting a halt to her grinding, she raised her ass up from the floor and giggled to herself as she noticed Worm was no longer on the floor. Lifting the front of her skirt for a moment, she saw his tiny form barely visible as her vaginal lips surrounded his flattened body. Laughing, she pressed her fingers into her moist vagina and felt him sliding deeper into her hole.
Soon her fingers were as deep as they could go and she couldn’t even see Worm. Her pussy looked as tight as ever. Worm squirmed desperately as she clenched her vaginal walls around him, she felt as if he were climbing deeper. She laughed at the idea that he was already lost. Excited to catch up with her friends and tell them about the man she found, she quickly pulled her skirt down over her nether regions, left the Meeting Rooms and headed towards the public dungeons with her new toy squirming wildly deep inside of her.
