Three Mistresses: A Shrinking Man Story

By Kayla Rhodes

In the world of Felinoids (an exclusively female society) various species of tiny men and grown and sold as luxury sex toys. Little Alix is eager for someone to buy him, so that he can serve her and make her happy forever. But finding a forever home proves to be more challenging than he realized. And every time he’s returned, his value drops.
Will Alix ever find his perfect owner?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla Rhodes
• Release date: Nov 30, 2021

Kayla Rhodes

Kayla is an author of erotic short stories, specializing in weird kinks and misfit niches. Check out her website if you have any story requests!

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Kaylicia – The Dominatrix

PIX

Deep inside her, the tiny man was doing a delicate flutter kick, his toes grazing a sensitive pulsing place with every flick. The delicious throbbing ache grew more and more concentrated until Pix came with a shout that could absolutely be heard outside the walls of her little office.

But it was okay if they heard. It was good for business.

Once Pix had relaxed down enough to officially mark the orgasm as ‘completed,’ she reached over and tapped the stopwatch.

She felt the little five-inch man squirm his way out from between her legs, appearing above her mound, flushed and smiling. How did I do? he asked, with his trademark combination of humility and confidence.

27:14, Pix reported, making a note of the time in Alix’s file. Very good!

Alix rested his chin on his crossed arms, with an adorable pout on his lips. Fourteen seconds late.

Don’t be such a perfectionist, she teased, plucking him up letting him ride on her shoulder as she moved to the computer to finish logging the test results. "Anything within three minutes of the target time is considered a passing score. Yes, it’s important to be able to make your mistress come as quickly or slowly as she wants, but that’s not the only thing. And your orgasmic intensity scores are always well above average. Your owner will be very happy with you."

If I ever get an owner, Alix said, turning to slump against the side of her neck.

Pix absently petted the Phin with a finger and then returned him to his pool so he could rest and recover. Stop pouting, sweetheart, she said affectionately. You’ll get your turn.

Secretly, Pix was a little surprised that no one had bought the talented little Phin yet. He came from a reputable breeding farm, trained and groomed to be the perfect pet.

But the store was large and she had a lot of other tinies who needed their weekly performance reviews, so she handed Alix’s file to Amara, their clerk, and went to pick up her next charge.

KAYLICIA

No, this one’s been used, Kaylicia said, disdain causing her nose to wrinkle. "I need a fresh one."

The clerk (Amara? Arana? Oh well, she was too busy to remember) showed Kaylicia into another room where more tinies were lined up in their cages for inspection. The little men were hyper-aware that a customer was looking at them. They were sunbathing under heat lamps, or exercising, trying to appear as attractive as possible without seeming desperate.

The toy shop was in a high-end part of town, so the cages were comfortable and personalized enclosures, decorated to their species’ natural habitats. ‘Spoiled’ was the word that came to mind. Kaylicia genuinely hoped these little pets didn’t expect the same treatment from her.

Do you have any Phins in stock? she asked, scanning the cages for one that contained enough water to keep the little men happy. She liked Phins. They could hold their breath for a long time, meaning there was less for her to worry about. She was getting this as a personal stress-relief toy. The last thing she needed was to accidentally let it suffocate inside her.  

Just the one, Amara said, leading her to the back of the room. His name is Alix.

As if Kaylicia had time to give her toys names. Is he well trained?