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Dungeon Master Nicholas, an expert in BDSM, saw his erotic business dwindle with each passing day as he now appeared completely unable to maintain the type of masculine authority his clients demanded from their sessions. Nearly three weeks had passed since the sickness slowly transformed his strapping 6'3" physique to that of a svelte four year old boy before suddenly subsiding. Doctor's confirmed that the shrinking virus was still present in his blood stream, but the male sex worker's antibodies had managed to hold off further shrinking for the time being. Of course, this was cold comfort to Dungeon Master Nicholas when his female clients started cancelling their dungeon memberships. Nicholas' clientele consisted mostly of single women with high powered careers who were desperate to let down their guard and submit to a much more powerful and masculine man. A fantasy which is completely shattered by a shrunken dungeon master. It's not hot when a master tells you to kneel and suck his dick; only to discover that you're still looking down on him after kneeling. It's not hot when you enter a dungeon room and nearly trample your master, not realizing he was standing below your line of sight the entire time. It's not hot taking orders from a master whom you could easy hoist over your knee and start spanking. Who's really the master in that situation?

Description
Dungeon Master Nicholas, an expert in BDSM, saw his erotic business dwindle with each passing day as he now appeared completely unable to maintain the type of masculine authority his clients demanded from their sessions. Nearly three weeks had passed since the sickness slowly transformed his strapping 6'3" physique to that of a svelte four year old boy before suddenly subsiding. Doctor's confirmed that the shrinking virus was still present in his blood stream, but the male sex worker's antibodies had managed to hold off further shrinking for the time being. Of course, this was cold comfort to Dungeon Master Nicholas when his female clients started cancelling their dungeon memberships. Nicholas' clientele consisted mostly of single women with high powered careers who were desperate to let down their guard and submit to a much more powerful and masculine man. A fantasy which is completely shattered by a shrunken dungeon master. It's not hot when a master tells you to kneel and suck his dick; only to discover that you're still looking down on him after kneeling. It's not hot when you enter a dungeon room and nearly trample your master, not realizing he was standing below your line of sight the entire time. It's not hot taking orders from a master whom you could easy hoist over your knee and start spanking. Who's really the master in that situation?