Violet Ross's rules were clear. Crystal clear. The kind of command that reshaped my whole world as she spoke it. She was stern, powerful, and unbending, ready to crush me under her heel, knowing the only response I was allowed to give would be, "Thank you, mistress."

When I read rule one, I felt my mind turn to mush and I almost started to worship her in my room as a literal goddess. It said clearly, "Disobedience will not be tolerated. Back talk will not be tolerated. Hesitant devotion will not be tolerated. You will be punished, brainwashed, and bullied until you forget every word that isn't, 'yes mistress,' and then you will thank me for the mere gift of being allowed to step into my world."

Rule two, like the first, made me weak, but in a different way. When I read rule two I tried to piece the mush I called a mind back together in order to form a coherent thought. I knew she needed more than my mush. She needed service, and I had to be able to give it to her. She said plainly, "I am the prize. You are here to serve, not to be served. I don't care how fucking horny you are, how desperately you want me to suck your cock, or how much you need me for a good time. Think of yourself as my toy. There will be joy for you in being played with by me, but never forget that playtime is about me. You are stepping into my world, and my presence is more than enough for you."

The rules danced around my head and reshaped me. I felt my very nature bend to her desires, ready to be used. Violet was perfect. Far more than I ever could have expected when I went searching for a mistress online. She was a professional MMA fighter, the kind that could kill a man twice her size, but she was still beautiful. Kind of like a young Ronda Rousey. Her stature gave off the message, "I'll break your knees, and I'll do it in a way that makes you thank me."

However, though rules one and two made me melt, they were nothing compared to rule three. She didn't send me a paragraph, just a simple sentence. Her final command made me almost cum in my pants, "Call me, Daddy."

I rang her doorbell and then got on my knees, just as instructed before I arrived. In my right hand, I held out a chastity cage, the smallest one that I could fit my cock into. In my left hand, I held out the keys, surrendering all control to her.

She opened the door and stood over me, tall and proud. She wore camo pants and a tight white tank top that framed her massive tits. I strained my neck to look into her eyes and got lost for a moment in her perfect face. She smiled and said with a condescending tone, "UPS finally dropped off my new toy! HA! I just hope this one lasts a little while before I break it." She lowered down to my eye level and grabbed my hair, pulling me to her as she said, "You and I are going to have a lot of fun, bitch."

I got butterflies as I responded, "Yes, daddy."

She yanked me up by my hair, almost lifting me off the ground as she pulled me in the air. She took the cage in her hands and examined it closely. It was small, only giving my cock two inches to breathe, but she looked disappointed nonetheless.

I obeyed immediately as she motioned for me to follow her inside. We only walked a few steps inside before she stopped me and said with a stern look on her face, "Pull down your pants."

I quickly dropped them, rock hard from looking at her, and her stern face shifted into a loud smile. "Holy fuck! That thing is smaller than my clit!" I almost protested. I knew my 5-inch cock was a little on the smaller side, but I didn't think it was that small. Then I remembered the men she had dated publicly. Heavyweight champions, NBA stars, to her it must have been tiny.

I lowered my head as she kept laughing. Then she stormed off saying, "This cage is unacceptable. I'll get something much more fitting!"

Watching her walk away quickly became the best moment of my day. I stood still as I heard her rumbling through her closet. Then, she came back, holding a cage smaller than I'd ever seen. She smiled, pulled me by the collar, and whispered seductively, "I just thought of your new name, Tiny Dick. You have no idea how pathetic your little cock would feel to a woman like me. It belongs in a cage that matches its worth. What do you say, Tiny Dick?"

I submissively lowered my gaze to the floor before saying, "Thank you, Daddy."

She took my cock in her hand and for a moment squeezed my balls. I bent over and moaned as she did it. I felt in that moment that I could live forever with my balls squeezed in her hand, bearing my new name, Tiny Dick, and accepting her supreme authority.

She moved to stuffing my cock into the cage. It wasn't easy. My cock barely fit. But it was worth it. It was exactly where I belonged. As I heard the click, and looked at the key in her hand, I said simply, "Thank you, Daddy. This is exactly where my tiny dick belongs."

She smiled and grabbed me by the hair. Then, she used her hold to force my head against the floor, moving me effortlessly. She pressed my head into her carpet with her foot, standing on my face. With a firm tone she demanded, "Kiss it, Tiny Dick. Kiss it like it's your whole world."

I pressed my lips up to her heel and kissed it with reverence.

As I kissed her foot, I watched her pull her shirt over her head. It took all my willpower not to break my focus and stare at her perfect, heavy, round tits. The only thing that held me to her foot was the fact that I was there to serve.

Like a goddess bestowing a blessing, she took her foot off my head, effortlessly lifted me off the ground by my hair, and pushed my face into her chest. I melted into her breasts as she commanded, "Kiss them with reverence, Tiny Dick. You are a shrimp in the presence of a queen, now show your respect, you fucking loser."

My lips felt like gold as they met her skin. I wrapped my mouth carefully around her nipple and felt my cock strain against its cage. It felt like my mouth was made to worship.

Then, she said sternly, "On your knees, Tiny Dick." I watched her drop her pants to her ankles as I kneeled down. Everything about her was perfect. Her thighs were thick and beautiful, looking powerful, like she could crush my skull between them. Her ass was large and round, with a sharp curve traced from her thin waist to her massive ass. However, neither her ass nor thighs could compare to her divine cunt. For a moment I thought it sparkled, but that must have been in my head. Her pussy lips were perfect. I could have spent forever staring into them.

She laughed as she said, "I'll bet you never kissed a girl as beautiful as me, Tiny Dick. I'm feeling gracious, loser, so I'll let you kiss me on the lips, but maybe not the lips you expected."

She grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth against her crotch. It felt like my head fit perfectly against there. I kissed it with reverence, then carefully inserted my tongue. The way she moaned made me feel like I had a purpose. I kept licking, and her grip on my hair grew firmer. Her whole body moved as I worshiped. Finally, I heard a ferocious moan as she orgasmed. It felt like the first thing I've ever done with real meaning.

She kept moaning as she struggled out the words, "You finally have a purpose, Tiny Dick. You get to be my new dildo."

I kissed her cunt gently and looked up at her as I said, "Yes, Daddy. I was made to serve you."