Ishtar-japanese Dominatrix Club - Mistress Saran breaks in her new sub! (S-045)
The New Pet: An Ishtar Giantess Fetish Tale
A Shocking Discovery
In the heart of Tokyo, Mistress Saran strolled down the bustling streets, her eyes scanning for anything that might pique her interest. Little did she know, her fate was about to unfold in an unlikely place—a local convenience store.
As she stepped inside, her gaze fell upon an intriguing display. Amongst the magazines and snacks, there was something unusual: a tiny, shrunken man in a glass case. The sight of him sent a thrill down her spine. She knew she had to have him.
The New Pet Arrives Home
With her new acquisition safely secured in her purse, Mistress Saran made her way back to her luxurious penthouse apartment. Upon arriving, she carefully removed the miniature man from his confines and set him on her lavishly decorated desk.
She studied him for a moment, noting his nervousness. He trembled under her gaze as she examined him from head to toe. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him—so small and vulnerable in her presence.
Training the New Pet
Mistress Saran knew that this little creature would require some training. After all, they didn't come with instruction manuals! She decided to start with the basics: teaching him his place in her world and what would happen if he didn't follow her orders.
She towered over him, her towering height making him feel even smaller than he already was. "Do you understand what I am to you?" she asked, her voice booming in his ears. He shook his head, unsure of how to respond.
"I am your Mistress," she said, enunciating each word carefully. "And you exist solely to please me. Do you understand?" Again, he shook his head, looking up at her with wide eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.
Breaking In the New Pet
Mistress Saran decided it was time to break him in. She picked him up gently between two fingers, like a fly she was about to squash, and brought him closer to her body. With a smirk on her lips, she placed him on the ground and commanded him to crawl towards her.
The tiny man hesitated for a moment before beginning his ascent, moving slowly towards his Mistress like a bug on a hot surface. She watched him intently, her eyes glinting with amusement and anticipation.
As he reached her feet, he looked up at her, his eyes pleading for mercy. But Mistress Saran's face remained emotionless—a mask of control and power. She bent down slowly, her towering frame looming over him, and whispered softly in his ear: "You will do anything I say. You are mine to control, and I will use you as I please."
And with that, the new pet's journey into servitude began.
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