The Script
Author : Wembley.


I knocked at her door. The door opened and there she was.



She smiled and welcomed me.


I told her I had brought a script with me.


I wanted to choreograph our session. There was only one rule. She was to do
exactly what I read from the script in my hand.


First we disrobed. Her body was immense #' although shorter than me she seemed
much larger than me in every way. Teutonic granite.


I read out the first act of the script:


Push me back on the bed. Whenever I try to get up, push me or throw me back down
again. Again and again for 5 minutes, until I am exhausted.


As I had asked, she acted out the script.


Compare our muscles side by side. Biceps, thighs, calves and triceps. Tell me
how small my muscles are.


She did as I asked, perhaps enjoying it. I now felt weak and under her power.


Now I sit on the bed.


Take off your bikini top, and press your breasts against my face. Hold my face
between them. Forceful yet slow. You let me suck your nipples.


Smothered by 46DDs. I was in heaven


Raise your arm into a flex and pull my face into your moist armpit. Repeat this
again and again.


I was almost overcome


Standing facing you, I put my arms around you. Now you trap my arms between your
arms and your lats #' hold me there while I try to pull them away. You smile at
my inability to pull them away.


I realised how weak I was


Now stand up and flex your back. Standing behind you, I put my arms around you
and you trap them again. You bend over forwards and lift me off the ground on
your back. Again and again.


She lifted me like a feather! My feet dangling in the air, like a doll.


Now you turn around facing me. You bear-hug me and then lift me off my feet. You
hold me there.


She carries me like a baby, like her toy.


With my legs around your waist, you sit back down on the bed with me seated on
your lap. You jiggle me up and down. You look down at me and tell me again how
weak and small I feel to you.


She looks down at my ##package##. I can see that she is not impressed.


Now I lie on the bed


You place your legs around my waist and squeeze. I cannot move. You lift your
legs higher and higher up my body. I still cannot move. You smile.


I am trapped


I lie on my back. You are now kneeling above my head. I am looking up at your
panties. You lift my head upwards, so that my face brushes against your panties
and your thighs. You tease me for 5 minutes like this.


You are dominating me, gently. Pressing flesh against flesh. I am hot, getting
hotter.


Now you turn around (still kneeling over my head) and offer me your ass. You
lower it down so that it touches my face. You raise it and lower it. Again and
again. You raise it and invite me to sit up and bury my face into your panties.


I am panting like a dog, wanting more but fearing her strength over me.


Now you slide down over me so that your breasts are hanging over my head. You
let me suck your pendulous breasts for a while


I am shaking with arousal


Then you offer me your armpit again and lift my head into your soft pits, which
are now even more moist. Again and again.


My mouth is tingling


You slide your legs between my legs and push my legs apart. You push your thighs
under my backside so that my legs are in the air above my head. You hold me
there, easily as I try in vain to wriggle free.


I am at your mercy


Now you reach inside my pants to find my dick. It is shrunken because I am
upside down. You tell me how small and tiny it is. You start to rub it slowly
down the shaft. You tell me how it seems to be getting smaller all the time. I
try to escape but your body is too big and my legs cannot touch the bed. I am
trapped like an insect on its back.  


You call me ##My Little One## as I lose control.


End.