Prologue Part 1: The Price of Clumsiness
The heavy oak doors of Lady Margaret of Brookstone’s Great Hall slammed shut as her courtiers and servants rushed out, trying to avoid her notorious temper. With a lazy flick of two fingers and quick spell, the sorceress sealed it shut with shimmering sparks that glowed briefly violet before fading away. No one would enter, and no one would leave until she desired it.
Margaret stood at her full, imperious height of six feet and one inch, her long raven hair cascading down her back. The dark purple robes she wore clung to the delicious and sensual curves of her body. At this moment, however, those priceless robes were marred by a dark stain of expensive red wine across the left breast and shoulder.
Before her, trembling on the thick, plush carpet, was Lira, a young chambermaid who had recently come into her service. Barely five-foot-four, with wide hazel eyes, soft chestnut curls, and an innocent face, Lira looked very small indeed under the weight of her towering mistress’s gaze.
“M-my Lady,” Lira stammered, sinking to her knees, the empty silver goblet still clutched in her left hand. “I beg your forgiveness. It was an accident! My hand slipped, I…”
“An accident,” Margaret snarled as she looked down at the serving girl with nothing but disdain. She had spent the entire afternoon enduring the petty bickering of her vassals in the Great Hall. Hours of simpering fools who thought they could trick her into giving away her hard earned wealth and power. And now this.
She stepped closer, the hem of her stained robe brushing Lira’s bowed head. Even in her soft slippers, Margaret’s presence was overwhelming. The sorceress towered over the maid, her shadow swallowing the smaller woman entirely.
“You have served in my household for eight months, little Lira,” Margaret continued, circling the kneeling girl slowly. “And in all that time, I thought you understood the value of my precious magical items.” She pinched the wine-soaked fabric between two elegant fingers and lifted it, letting droplets fall onto the carpet. “This robe is older than you can possibly imagine. Further enchanted by my own sorcery. And you have ruined it with your clumsiness. It will take days to get this stain out.”
Lira’s shoulders shook. “Please, my Lady! I can clean it. I will work without rest. Whip me if you must, but I can fix this!”
“Whip you?” Margaret let out a soft, dangerous chuckle. “How barbaric. No, little one. That punishment is for common criminals. You have displeased a sorceress in her own sanctuary. There are far more effective punishments for that.”
She stopped directly in front of the trembling maid and tilted her chin upward with her finger. The contrast was stark: the powerful, regal sorceress gazing down with her cold, emerald eyes, and the tiny, terrified servant staring up in wide-eyed fear.
Margaret’s full lips curved into a slow, cruel smile.
“Stand up, Lira. Let me look at you properly.
Lira rose on shaky legs, barely reaching Margaret’s collarbone. The sorceress studied her the way a cat studies a cornered mouse.
“Such a pretty little thing,” Margaret murmured, almost affectionately. “It would be such a shame if you never learned your place. Tonight, you are going to learn exactly what it means to serve me.”
She raised her hand, as pink and purple sparks began to shimmer faintly around her fingertips.
“Shall we begin?”
Lira barely had time to draw a breath before Margaret’s spell took hold.
A soft pink glow slowly appeared around the sorceress’s fingertips and drifted forward in a thick pink cloud, slowly surrounding the chambermaid’s body. At first it felt only warm as a pleasant tingling heat that spread across Lira’s skin.
“My Lady… what are you doing to me?” Lira’s voice faltered as the pleasure quickly increased.
“You are shrinking, little one,” Margaret said disinterestedly, although her eyes sparkled with delight. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, watching with unwavering attention. “Slowly and sensually, so you can enjoy every single inch you lose.”
Lira gasped as the first visible change began. The top of her head, which had previously reached Margaret’s collarbone, now only reached the underside of the sorceress’s breasts. The maid’s simple linen serving dress, once snug across her chest and hips, suddenly hung loose.
“No… no, please!” Lira whimpered, clutching at her dress as it slipped off one shoulder. But the spell continued its inexorable mission, slowly shrinking the little maid as she writhed in pleasure. Another inch vanished. Then a foot. Then two feet.
Lira’s wide hazel eyes grew even wider with panic as the grand chamber seemed to grow larger around her. The thick carpet felt deeper under her bare feet. The hem of her dress slid down her thighs, then her knees, before finally puddling around her ankles. She tried to hold it up, but the dress soon became too large, and she let it fall to the floor.
Margaret’s smile widened. “Look at you,” she purred, stepping closer so that her towering form completely dominated the shrinking maid. “You were so eager to serve me, yet so careless. Now you’re learning what it truly means to be beneath me.”
Lira was down to two feet tall. Her dress had fallen completely, leaving her in only a thin white shift that now reached her ankles. She stumbled backward and her shift fell to the floor, but Margaret’s long fingers caught her gently by the shoulders, steadying her and stopping her from attempting to flee.
“Stay right here,” Margaret commanded. “I want to watch.” The sorceress’s voice was soft and almost tender, but her eyes burned with desire.
Lira shrank faster now. The tiny chambermaid was completely naked now as her mistress drank in the sight. Her body had become delicate and doll-like, her breasts small and perky, and her waist tiny enough for Margaret to encircle with only two fingers.
Margaret let out a low, wicked laugh as she liked her lips.
“Down to under a foot tall,” she teased, crouching gracefully so she could get a better view of the shrunken maid. Even crouched, Margaret was enormous. “How does it feel, little one? To go from a serving woman to my plaything?”
Lira trembled violently, trying to cover her naked body with her arms. Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. “Please, my Lady… I’m sorry… I’ll never disappoint you again!”
“Oh, I know you won’t,” Margaret whispered. She bent over slowly as she extended one elegant hand and easily scooped the now six-inch-tall servant into her palms. Lira let out a surprised squeak as the warm, impossibly huge palm slid beneath her body, lifting her effortlessly from the floor. The world spun and blurred around her as she was lifted higher and higher. In the next instant, Lira found herself pressed firmly against her mistress’s soft, pillowy breasts. The sorceress rose to her full height once more, holding her tiny victim before her face, inspecting her like a priceless jewel. Her warm breath washed over Lira’s naked body, causing her to shiver in pleasure.
“You’re perfect like this,” Margaret purred, as she stared down at her with a predatory grin.
She carried the trembling girl toward her bedroom, each step sending gentle tremors through her palm.
“And now, little one,” Margaret said as she settled onto the silk sheets of her bed, “the real lesson begins. This isn’t really a punishment though,” she teased. “I see the way you look at me. And I know you have wanted this for a while. You were so jealous of my other shrunken conquests. I saw you trying to peek in as they were pleased by my giant fingers. And now you get to try it yourself. So, what do you say little one? Shall we begin?”
Taming the Dark Sorceress - F/f shrinking
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Prologue (continued)
Margaret laid the tiny, naked chambermaid down gently onto the vast expanse of her opulent silk covered bed. From Lira’s perspective, it was bigger than the cathedral she had once visited in the capital. And though she was a bit frightened by her new size, she was significantly more turned on and desperate for her mistress’s touch.
As Lira lay on the bed, still trying to make sense of her predicament, Margaret slowly shrugged off her stained crimson robe, letting it fall to the floor in a messy heap. Not one to hide her beautiful curves, she wore nothing beneath it, revealing a soft, feminine body that had ruled in the palace court and bedroom for centuries.
She looked no older than 24 summers, despite being centuries old. Her skin was pale and smooth, as if she hadn’t seen sunlight in months. Her breasts were large, full, and perky, sitting high on her chest with soft pink nipples that had already hardened. She turned slightly, giving Lira a full view of her impressive ass that was round, firm, and perfectly shaped, as if enhanced by powerful sorcery.
Lira tried to crawl backward slowly, but Margaret’s long fingers descended and pinned her gently but firmly to the bed.
“None of that little one,” the sorceress teased, her voice dripping with arousal. “You’re going to stay right here and take your punishment like a good girl. And admit it, you’ve been desperate for this.”
One of Margaret’s elegant hands moved downward. A single finger (longer than Lira’s entire leg) traced slowly down the tiny woman’s trembling little body, from her collarbone, between her small breasts, over her quivering stomach, and finally stopping between her thighs.
Lira gasped sharply as the warm pad of that massive fingertip pressed against her most intimate place. Even her pink finger was too thick for her now.
“You’re so wet already,” Margaret whispered softly, loving the power she held over her shrunken maid. “Does being helpless before me excite you, little one?”
Lira trembled. “Y-yes, Mistress…”
Margaret’s eyes darkened. “Then admit what you did little one, or you won’t get what you want…”
Lira hesitated nervously only a second before whispering, “I spilled the wine on you on purpose… hoping you’d shrink me too.”
Margaret said nothing, but smirked down at the shrunken maid with a predatory grin. The sorceress began to rub slow, deliberate circles over Lira’s tight little snatch. The pressure was overwhelming. Lira’s hips bucked involuntarily against the enormous finger as helpless little moans spilled from her lips.
Margaret watched with intense fascination as the shrunken maid was overwhelmed by pleasure. She pressed the tip of her finger down harder, softly rubbing those tiny, wet folds, causing Lira to moan even louder.
“Ah! My Lady!” Lira cried out desperately. She felt impossibly full from just that small intrusion.
“Shhh,” Margaret cooed, her breath washing hot over the tiny woman’s naked body. “Take it. This is what you deserve for displeasing me.”
She began to move her finger over her dripping pussy with soft, careful strokes, enough to make Lira writhe and sob with overwhelming pleasure. Margaret’s other hand rested lightly on Lira’s chest, holding her in place while her thumb gently stroked the shrunken maid’s bosom.
Lira’s entire body shook and trembled as she clutched at the massive finger, her small hands barely able to wrap around it as she tried to pull it even closer. Every touch from Margaret sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her. She was being fucked by a single finger from a powerful sorceress who could crush her without a second thought, and she was loving every minute of it.
Margaret’s breathing grew heavier as she watched her tiny plaything come undone. With a wicked smile, the sorceress plucked Lira up between two fingers and lifted her toward her beautiful face.
“Time to taste my naughty little maid,” she giggled as she brought the six-inch woman right up to her soft, full lips.
Margaret’s hot breath washed over Lira’s dripping sex for a brief second before her enormous tongue slid out. Her tongue was wet and rough, easily as wide as Lira’s entire body. It pressed firmly against her pussy as she licked upward in one long, sensual stroke.
Lira cried out as the huge tongue completely covered her sex, dragging roughly over her swollen clit. The heat and wetness were overwhelming. Margaret licked her again, slower this time, savoring her taste, the broad tip of her tongue flicking and swirling across the tiny woman’s most sensitive spots.
“Now you’re going to come for me, little one,” she commanded imperiously. “Then you’re going to thank me for your punishment. Although we both know this is more of a reward.”
Lira’s moans turned into whimpers as her tiny legs shook uncontrollably. The pressure built higher and higher until she couldn’t keep it in anymore.
“Please! My Lady, I’m…I’m going to…”
Margaret smiled wickedly and pressed her tongue down harder, rubbing faster as she anticipated her maid’s oncoming orgasm.
Lira came harder than she ever had in her life; more than she ever dreamed was possible. Her back arched violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her tiny body as she screamed in ecstasy. Her whole body convulsed over and over again, juices coating her mistress’s tongue and fingertips as she rode out the world shattering climax.
Margaret’s fingers kept stroking her gently through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until Lira was a limp, panting, tear-streaked mess. The haughty sorceress lifted her glistening finger to her lips and tasted the tiny woman’s juices with clear satisfaction.
“Mmm. So sweet. You’re such a sweet little thing when you behave.”
Lira lay limp and trembling in her palm, her tiny chest heaving, legs still twitching from the force of her release. A sheen of sweat glistened on her miniature body. She was utterly spent.
Margaret gazed down at her with a satisfied, almost affectionate smile. She brought her glistening finger to her lips once more, slowly licking it clean while maintaining eye contact with the dazed little woman.
“Delicious,” she purred. “You performed your punishment very well, little Lira.”
The sorceress leaned down, and with surprising gentleness, she scooped Lira up in one hand and cradled her against the soft, warm swell of her breast. The tiny maid could feel the steady, powerful heartbeat of her mistress thundering beneath her.
For a few minutes, Margaret simply held her there, letting the aftershocks fade. Lira instinctively curled against the massive, yielding flesh, too exhausted and overwhelmed to do anything else.
Then Margaret’s voice grew cool and commanding again.
“Let this be a lesson you never forget, little one,” she snapped, her tone now low and icy. “In my castle, you are all beneath me. If you spill so much as a drop of wine, speak out of turn, or fail in your duties , then I may not be so merciful next time. I could keep you like this for days or weeks. A tiny plaything kept in a cage on my nightstand for my amusement. But from what I just witnessed, maybe you’d like that.”
Lira said nothing, but whimpered softly, pressing her face against Margaret’s breast in fearful submission.
The sorceress chuckled, then raised her free hand. Violet arcane energy swirled around her fingers once more. “But you were a good girl tonight, so you can grow back.”
With a casual snap of her fingers, the restoration spell came to life. Lira gasped as the world rushed around her. Her body expanded rapidly. Within moments she was her normal five-foot-four self again, naked and trembling on her knees on the bed before the still-seated sorceress.
Margaret looked down at her restored servant imperiously. “Get dressed,” Margaret ordered coolly, gesturing toward the discarded shift and dress on the floor. “And clean my robe before morning. I expect it to look perfect.”
Lira nodded frantically, tears still shining in her eyes. “Y-yes, my Lady. Thank you… thank you for your mercy!”
As the maid hurriedly pulled her clothes back on with shaking hands, Margaret rose from the bed and began to dress in a far more fitting outfit for a dark sorceress of her rank and power. She slipped on dark, sleek robes that clung to her curves like a second skin, with a deep plunging neckline and high slits that revealed tantalizing flashes of pale thigh with every step. Silver arcane runes glittered along the edges, glowing faintly against the dark fabric. Then, she slipped on heeled boots that added even more height to her towering form. Lira couldn’t help but be even more intimidated as glanced up at her mistress.
“One more thing,” Margaret added as Lira reached the door. The sorceress’s emerald eyes were harsh, and any affection she had shown before had melted away. “If you ever want to get shrunk again and pleasured, just ask. If you ruin another one of my robes, you will regret it.”
Lira nodded desperately, curtsied low, and fled the chambers as quickly as her trembling legs would carry her.
Once the door clicked shut behind the shaken chambermaid, Margaret let out a long, satisfied sigh. She poured herself a fresh goblet of wine and took a slow sip, savoring the rich flavor.
“She was such a sweet little toy,” she thought to herself in the empty room, a cruel smile on her lips. “How fortunate I will never run out of subjects to teach exactly how small and prowess they truly are beneath me.”
As she savored her expensive wine, the haughty sorceress had no idea that before dawn broke, another sorceress would reduce the mighty Lady Margaret into her desperately horny six-inch plaything.
Margaret laid the tiny, naked chambermaid down gently onto the vast expanse of her opulent silk covered bed. From Lira’s perspective, it was bigger than the cathedral she had once visited in the capital. And though she was a bit frightened by her new size, she was significantly more turned on and desperate for her mistress’s touch.
As Lira lay on the bed, still trying to make sense of her predicament, Margaret slowly shrugged off her stained crimson robe, letting it fall to the floor in a messy heap. Not one to hide her beautiful curves, she wore nothing beneath it, revealing a soft, feminine body that had ruled in the palace court and bedroom for centuries.
She looked no older than 24 summers, despite being centuries old. Her skin was pale and smooth, as if she hadn’t seen sunlight in months. Her breasts were large, full, and perky, sitting high on her chest with soft pink nipples that had already hardened. She turned slightly, giving Lira a full view of her impressive ass that was round, firm, and perfectly shaped, as if enhanced by powerful sorcery.
Lira tried to crawl backward slowly, but Margaret’s long fingers descended and pinned her gently but firmly to the bed.
“None of that little one,” the sorceress teased, her voice dripping with arousal. “You’re going to stay right here and take your punishment like a good girl. And admit it, you’ve been desperate for this.”
One of Margaret’s elegant hands moved downward. A single finger (longer than Lira’s entire leg) traced slowly down the tiny woman’s trembling little body, from her collarbone, between her small breasts, over her quivering stomach, and finally stopping between her thighs.
Lira gasped sharply as the warm pad of that massive fingertip pressed against her most intimate place. Even her pink finger was too thick for her now.
“You’re so wet already,” Margaret whispered softly, loving the power she held over her shrunken maid. “Does being helpless before me excite you, little one?”
Lira trembled. “Y-yes, Mistress…”
Margaret’s eyes darkened. “Then admit what you did little one, or you won’t get what you want…”
Lira hesitated nervously only a second before whispering, “I spilled the wine on you on purpose… hoping you’d shrink me too.”
Margaret said nothing, but smirked down at the shrunken maid with a predatory grin. The sorceress began to rub slow, deliberate circles over Lira’s tight little snatch. The pressure was overwhelming. Lira’s hips bucked involuntarily against the enormous finger as helpless little moans spilled from her lips.
Margaret watched with intense fascination as the shrunken maid was overwhelmed by pleasure. She pressed the tip of her finger down harder, softly rubbing those tiny, wet folds, causing Lira to moan even louder.
“Ah! My Lady!” Lira cried out desperately. She felt impossibly full from just that small intrusion.
“Shhh,” Margaret cooed, her breath washing hot over the tiny woman’s naked body. “Take it. This is what you deserve for displeasing me.”
She began to move her finger over her dripping pussy with soft, careful strokes, enough to make Lira writhe and sob with overwhelming pleasure. Margaret’s other hand rested lightly on Lira’s chest, holding her in place while her thumb gently stroked the shrunken maid’s bosom.
Lira’s entire body shook and trembled as she clutched at the massive finger, her small hands barely able to wrap around it as she tried to pull it even closer. Every touch from Margaret sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her. She was being fucked by a single finger from a powerful sorceress who could crush her without a second thought, and she was loving every minute of it.
Margaret’s breathing grew heavier as she watched her tiny plaything come undone. With a wicked smile, the sorceress plucked Lira up between two fingers and lifted her toward her beautiful face.
“Time to taste my naughty little maid,” she giggled as she brought the six-inch woman right up to her soft, full lips.
Margaret’s hot breath washed over Lira’s dripping sex for a brief second before her enormous tongue slid out. Her tongue was wet and rough, easily as wide as Lira’s entire body. It pressed firmly against her pussy as she licked upward in one long, sensual stroke.
Lira cried out as the huge tongue completely covered her sex, dragging roughly over her swollen clit. The heat and wetness were overwhelming. Margaret licked her again, slower this time, savoring her taste, the broad tip of her tongue flicking and swirling across the tiny woman’s most sensitive spots.
“Now you’re going to come for me, little one,” she commanded imperiously. “Then you’re going to thank me for your punishment. Although we both know this is more of a reward.”
Lira’s moans turned into whimpers as her tiny legs shook uncontrollably. The pressure built higher and higher until she couldn’t keep it in anymore.
“Please! My Lady, I’m…I’m going to…”
Margaret smiled wickedly and pressed her tongue down harder, rubbing faster as she anticipated her maid’s oncoming orgasm.
Lira came harder than she ever had in her life; more than she ever dreamed was possible. Her back arched violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her tiny body as she screamed in ecstasy. Her whole body convulsed over and over again, juices coating her mistress’s tongue and fingertips as she rode out the world shattering climax.
Margaret’s fingers kept stroking her gently through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until Lira was a limp, panting, tear-streaked mess. The haughty sorceress lifted her glistening finger to her lips and tasted the tiny woman’s juices with clear satisfaction.
“Mmm. So sweet. You’re such a sweet little thing when you behave.”
Lira lay limp and trembling in her palm, her tiny chest heaving, legs still twitching from the force of her release. A sheen of sweat glistened on her miniature body. She was utterly spent.
Margaret gazed down at her with a satisfied, almost affectionate smile. She brought her glistening finger to her lips once more, slowly licking it clean while maintaining eye contact with the dazed little woman.
“Delicious,” she purred. “You performed your punishment very well, little Lira.”
The sorceress leaned down, and with surprising gentleness, she scooped Lira up in one hand and cradled her against the soft, warm swell of her breast. The tiny maid could feel the steady, powerful heartbeat of her mistress thundering beneath her.
For a few minutes, Margaret simply held her there, letting the aftershocks fade. Lira instinctively curled against the massive, yielding flesh, too exhausted and overwhelmed to do anything else.
Then Margaret’s voice grew cool and commanding again.
“Let this be a lesson you never forget, little one,” she snapped, her tone now low and icy. “In my castle, you are all beneath me. If you spill so much as a drop of wine, speak out of turn, or fail in your duties , then I may not be so merciful next time. I could keep you like this for days or weeks. A tiny plaything kept in a cage on my nightstand for my amusement. But from what I just witnessed, maybe you’d like that.”
Lira said nothing, but whimpered softly, pressing her face against Margaret’s breast in fearful submission.
The sorceress chuckled, then raised her free hand. Violet arcane energy swirled around her fingers once more. “But you were a good girl tonight, so you can grow back.”
With a casual snap of her fingers, the restoration spell came to life. Lira gasped as the world rushed around her. Her body expanded rapidly. Within moments she was her normal five-foot-four self again, naked and trembling on her knees on the bed before the still-seated sorceress.
Margaret looked down at her restored servant imperiously. “Get dressed,” Margaret ordered coolly, gesturing toward the discarded shift and dress on the floor. “And clean my robe before morning. I expect it to look perfect.”
Lira nodded frantically, tears still shining in her eyes. “Y-yes, my Lady. Thank you… thank you for your mercy!”
As the maid hurriedly pulled her clothes back on with shaking hands, Margaret rose from the bed and began to dress in a far more fitting outfit for a dark sorceress of her rank and power. She slipped on dark, sleek robes that clung to her curves like a second skin, with a deep plunging neckline and high slits that revealed tantalizing flashes of pale thigh with every step. Silver arcane runes glittered along the edges, glowing faintly against the dark fabric. Then, she slipped on heeled boots that added even more height to her towering form. Lira couldn’t help but be even more intimidated as glanced up at her mistress.
“One more thing,” Margaret added as Lira reached the door. The sorceress’s emerald eyes were harsh, and any affection she had shown before had melted away. “If you ever want to get shrunk again and pleasured, just ask. If you ruin another one of my robes, you will regret it.”
Lira nodded desperately, curtsied low, and fled the chambers as quickly as her trembling legs would carry her.
Once the door clicked shut behind the shaken chambermaid, Margaret let out a long, satisfied sigh. She poured herself a fresh goblet of wine and took a slow sip, savoring the rich flavor.
“She was such a sweet little toy,” she thought to herself in the empty room, a cruel smile on her lips. “How fortunate I will never run out of subjects to teach exactly how small and prowess they truly are beneath me.”
As she savored her expensive wine, the haughty sorceress had no idea that before dawn broke, another sorceress would reduce the mighty Lady Margaret into her desperately horny six-inch plaything.
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Re: Taming the Dark Sorceress - F/f shrinking
By the way, this is a bit of a rough draft. I'll probably go back and edit this, but just curious if anyone even wants to read more of this.