The abrupt, loud music startled me out of the zone I'd been in. My fingers had been moving on the keyboard for... how long? Hours? I wasn't sure. It was coming from the wall speakers that were in every room of the house. I listened for a moment; it was that song, 'Up All Night to Get Lucky'? I think. Those two guys with the helmets, forgot the band name.
I'd been on a roll prior to the interruption; seeing Vanessa shrink after suckling on my tits, then using Jennifer as a six-inch-tall living vibrator had really hit the spot. After I'd rested for a few minutes, my little redhead had slipped out of my hand and wandered out of the room. Then an idea had hit me for a way to fix half the machine's interface errors and increase processor overhead at the same time, and I'd sat there, naked except for the untied pink robe I was wearing, hammering the keys as I coded the new interface module.
Until this damn noise came on. Now I'd lost my place.
I stood, my robe slipping open and revealing my pale skin, hairless sex, and one pink-nippled breast. The music was really loud, and I was still getting my bearings. Once I get lost in a coding idea like that, it can take a minute before my brain can come back out of machine-logic mode. Right. I was in our new house, the villa in upstate New York; that was why I didn't immediately recognize the upgraded machine room. We'd only moved in recently.
Through the room's single small window, I could see the sun was going down. The valley the house overlooked was sparsely populated, and I could see only a few other points of light from the scattered other houses of the neighbors. They valued their privacy as much as I valued mine, which suited me fine. Using the machine to mind-control the neighbors of my old Manhattan apartment to keep them from paying attention to what happened inside had been getting awful expensive, in terms of accumulator charge.
I pulled my robe closed, loosely tying the soft terry rope in the front. I looked around, and found the tablet, picking it up and briefly checking the accumulator balance - still more than enough for Vanessa's final round of shrinking tonight... provided she failed the test, of course.
This music was getting on my nerves. Not the kind of romantic piano stuff that I'd come to enjoy when playing with my toy girls. Which one had put it on? Whoever it was, she'd be punished.
I was thinking about which particular punishment I'd use - perhaps the bead necklace - when I went out into the hall, looking into the master and spare bedrooms... no shrunk girls there... and the dining room... not there either... kitchen, no, florida room, no -
Ah.
When I walked into the den - a wide space with a recessed carpet floor, one step below the rest of the main floor. Made things a bit more challenging for the girls to come and go from the room, but it was also where they ended to stay when I wasn't using them. To me, the room was about twenty feet to a side, with a large brown suede sectional couch and a heavy espresso coffee table with various coasters, USB drives, tiny (and non-tiny) dildos and vibes, their powered-down camera drone, and my favorite bong - all strewn about.
To them, the room would be the size of an aircraft hangar; a cavernous space, the ceiling stretching twenty stories up, the walls not quickly reached even at a full run, plenty of cat beds or rumpled piles of my clothing lying around to sleep on, and other games and entertainment around for when we weren't satisfying more carnal urges.
The three of them were sitting on the coffee table, almost but not quite together - in front of the iPad that Summer and Jennifer used to run their Pocket Lovers site. Jennifer and Summer were closer together, talking to the tablet's camera - I could see from the way the chat flew by that they were probably talking to their premium members, like they did once a week. Special sessions, where they entertained whatever new types of perversion suggested or paid for by their viewers.
Jennifer, my six-inch-tall redhead, didn't seem to have gotten dressed since I'd used her for pleasure in the machine room. Instead of putting clothes back on, she wore only a diaphanous, handkerchief-sized square of sheer white material wrapped tightly around her otherwise nude form - it was easy to make out her pinkish nipples and tiny pussy underneath. She sometimes wore it for me, or on their twice-weekly streams.
Summer was standing next to her, saying something and spinning something long in the air near her - like a rope, or... oh, it was a short headphone cable. My brunette toy is eight inches tall, and she wore tight jeans and a black leather corset with red silk panels on the front; her long dark hair flowed freely down her back and her free hand gestured as she spoke to the camera. I couldn't hear what she saying, but she seemed quite engaged.
Vanessa was sitting indian-style behind them both, a hand towel pulled from the bathroom now drawn about her shoulders and concealing most of the shrunken blonde. Unlike the other two, we'd not found any clothes for her yet - she wasn't done shrinking. She seemed hesitant about whatever they were doing, and was sitting with her chin resting in both hands, her face a pensive scowl.
Jennifer said something to the camera too, also inaudible. I could see the way the chat moved by on the screen rapidly accelerating as the tiny redhead stood, smirking at Summer as she let the sheer garment she 'wore' slip off, revealing her slender and pale six-inch body - her few tattoos only indistinct dark spots at this distance. The text floating by switched to mostly all caps; probably whatever they were fixing to do had been at the request of today's highest bidder, and it seemed to have been a popular decision.
Summer's hand grasped Jennifer's shoulder as she drew close, and she abruptly spun the smaller redhead around, tiny breasts jiggling with her movement. She pressed further, pushing the smaller girl down onto her hands and knees, and choked up her grip on the headphone cable until she had a firm grasp of the base of one end. The glinting metal jack at the tip had to be menacing, especially at Jennifer's size.
Chat was going wild as Summer knelt behind the redhead, biting her lip as she teased Jennifer with the tip of the thing. Vanessa hadn't moved from her spot, but I could see her eyes were fixed on Jennifer's impending penetration. The redhead tensed as Summer firmly pushed, ignoring the inevitable whimpers as the thick stainless steel prong entered her defenseless sex.
I found one hand cupping my breast as I leaned against the wall, the music almost forgotten now. I loved watching Summer so easily dominate the smaller girl - and making the redhead love her for it. Things had grown well beyond a simple power relationship between the two, but power and submission were still a subtext any time they made love. My fingers wandered south, not slipping inside my robe - yet - but still clutching a sex that yearned for its toys.
Summer paid little heed to any kind of pace. Seconds after entering the smaller girl, she simply began fucking Jennifer with the headphone prong - shoving it in and out of the redhead as fast as any dildo. I could see the smaller girl's tits wobbling beneath her as her whole body shook with the power Summer could exert over her. One of the brunette's hands slipped underneath to play with the smaller girl's tits for a moment, but then soon returned to steadying the redhead for fucking.
I'd stopped paying attention to the chat, but I was sure it was going just as nuts. Both of them had long since made clear to their viewers - you can give us terms to start fucking, but once we get going, we only stop once we cum, or if the Mistress stops us.
