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Teeny Weeny

    Slave teeny weeny had heard terrifying stories of the cruel torture of the infamous Mistress Tara Indiana, Head Mistress of the Den of Iniquity in all of the dungeons he had visited in New York City. So when he arrived at Her golden doorstep, his whole pathetic body shook with a mighty fear. The dungeon he entered was lined in gold leaf and contained the most horrifying sexual torture devices he had ever laid his unworthy eyes upon!
    "Um," Slave teeny weeny stuttered as he entered the huge, dimly lit dungeon, "Maybe I made a mistake...." Just as slave teeny weeny turned to run in fear, his teeny weeny tucked between his legs, She entered through a secret panel in the golden wall.
    "Mmmmmm," Mistress Tara purred as her long nails caught the tender flesh of slave teeny weeny's back, "I love to chase down my meals before I devour them."

Slave teeny weeny turned around slowly, he could hardly move he was in such mortal terror. When he lifted his eyes, he beheld the most stunning Goddess he had ever had the privilege of worshipping. Mistress Tara was clad in one of her most wicked and enticing outfits and glowed as she stood before slave teeny weeny like Aphrodite. Her dark red tresses were held by a 24 karat gold hair pin revealing her milky white skin and lush red lips. Her large, supple breasts stood erect and bared through her dark vinyl catsuit. Her boots, though, were by far the highlight of her garb, knee-high vinyl with 6 inch, long spiked, stiletto heels that looked as though they would pierce poor slave teeny weeny's heart in his puny chest.
Immediately slave teeny weeny fell to his knees to worship the golden Goddess that stood before him.

"Relax, you are in expert hands." Mistress Tara cooed at slave teeny weeny as she inspected his flesh carefully and gracefully lit a cigarette. Tara took a few long puffs on her slender cigarette and exhaled each one slowly as she looked over her newly acquired property. "I need an ash tray, slave." Mistress Tara pouted her lush, red lips as slave teeny weeny leaned his head back to accept Tara's ashes in his mouth.
    "Thank you, Goddess." slave teeny weeny moaned as Tara's hot ash fell on his tongue and he swallowed it down as though it were sweet nectar.
    "Now, slave, I am going to have to test your ability to please me. Get your pathetic ass up on my bondage bed!" Mistress Tara bellowed at slave teeny weeny as he shook in terror at her powerful voice.
   "Yes Mistress!" slave teeny weeny yelped in terror as he leaped up onto the bed and laid down on his back, waiting for Mistress Tara to perform her twisted torture on his teeny weeny peeny.
   Mistress Tara put slave teeny weeny in the tightest rope bondage he had ever had the privilege of being in. She tied his cock so tight, it almost swelled to a respectable size. Almost. She then suspended his legs above his body and prepared him for the real torture of his first training session with her...The infamous and horrible Toe Torture of Tara Indiana!

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