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G was stunned: he did not ever thought of the possibility that an entire arm can be entered in a body. Fortunately, that was in the hard limits section, so nothing like that should ever happen here. G signed the contract, but then he thought about new questions that should have given him less bad consequences if asked before the signature.

“This relationship is going to be funny, at least for the 50% of us” said Mistress M,

“Do you want to fuck me?” she added later.

G nodded, with enthusiasm; “Good, good” she replied; G’s dick become harder and longer, the dimensions were coherent with those communicated by mail. G was a tiny dick owner, humiliated in every public situation in his life; when playing soccer with friends, G was the only one that had showers back at home instead of the public showers at the field. G had very rarely spoken about his sentimental life even with his best friend, he had crushes but no more than that; in 34 years, there were 5 women in his head, in different periods of the life, for some month, sometimes more than a year. He once invited the lady of the moment to a dinner and a walk under the stars, but that’s it, nothing else happened unless some messages on the phone and, later, much one sided ghosting. His dick dimensions are of course relevant; G used to masturbate often, watching BDSM videos of different kinds, and that was the only experience of G.

As G’s dick was getting harder, Mistress M started walking around G; the leather boots were making a smooth and fierce sound, as Mistress M’s voice online. The room was entirely set up in a very similar way of the secret room in “50 shades of Grey”, full of all the instruments listed in the contract; there were also some rubber or plastic dicks, very different from G’s real dick by dimensions, thickness and color. Then the hard moment happened: “You replied my email today, it’s very late and a disrespectful behaviour for a Submissive, G.”

G knew what to do: he nodded; again.

“Let’s change things a little, then”, started Mistress M: “come here, then stay on your knees only, hands behind your head, elbows open apart”.

It was like those horrible terrorists’ videos in which someone is shotted in the head by public execution, the difference was that G was naked and not blindfolded.

Mistress M inspected G’s body, took a flexible measure tape, and started measure the same she asked G for: dick when hard was even longer than the declared, that meant that the session was working fine. Height was re-measured, this time in a kneeling position: “This is your new height when you’re here: you can’t be higher than this new numbers, so walk on your hands and knees to be sure”. Weight can’t be measured with measure tape: “Go to the corner, there's a weighter machine, step on it”. G did that and, with Mistress M’s surprise, he kneeled on it and stayed with the back curved to not be higher than the number just told, thinking that the height of the weighter machine is cumulable with his height. “Funny, you did the right thing, for the stupid Sub you are; of course if I ask you to step on a stair, you can’t set your height depending on what step you’re on to”. G nodded. This nodding thing is going to be an habitude. In the position G was, he was presenting his ass to Mistress G. That was useful to measure the lenght between anus and scrotum and go on with the testing of the measurements sent by email. When Mistress M happened to touch G, his dick had sort of an enlightning, as someone shocked him with electricity, but Mistress M knows that very well.

“I’m writing down the real measurements, and your weight; be aware that you should mantain this weight. You should count this weight as naked, ignoring anything on your body, you will be always weighted while completely naked.”

G was thinking that the S/M relationship he signed for, was kinda a medical treatment, with psychology, fisiatry and eating monitoring… if that is for a fair price, G got three birds with a single stone, Mistress M was doing the hard work.