The Panty Pet Shoppe - Sex Stories

The Panty Pet Shoppe

The Panty Pet Shop Parts 1 - 6 Out patrolling, Gemma, now the Sheriff of this new Femdom Island paradise saw all the activity along the stretch of road going thru Town. The road had once merged into Queen's Highway and now stood blocked off to traffic. It was aptly named Merchant's Road & it was restricted to foot traffic only. Women were out checking the shops, some old & some new. Most had begun referring to the Island as ReginaLand after the Witch that lived in the new Beachouse at Deep Cove. Gemma was glad to be the Sheriff here after working as a deputy under Jimmy Foxx on the original Femina Island 120 miles south of here. Rebecca, Regina's Mother was the powerful Witch that along with Regina had turned these Islands over to the Women. No longer would Women suffer the indignities of living under Male Rule. Gemma had no idea that Sheriff Foxx was under the spell of Rebecca & that it was she who really was the Law. Both Gemma & Christi, one of her deputies, had used the new Slave toilet's at the station and both had peeled their little Panty Pets from their gussets before sitting over the new toilet slaves. After rinsing them off in the sink they ate the three inch shrinkies slowly as they fed the wailing toilet slaves, two men, now permanent Toilet Slaves back at the Police Station who happened to be in holding cells when the event began. Shrunken to a mere 3 to 4 inches they were out cold when found buried under the cloths they were wearing. They could of easily ...

... escaped their cells but they were found like every other man on the Island. Within hours they painfully returned to their normal size & with the change came a new dominant f***e that grew within every female as every male became a slave. Remembering the activity they saw on their way back, Gemma wanted to go get a closer look and she took Christi with her. Christi slowed down so they could get a good look at the many Kiosk's lining both side of the road that was newly named Merchants Road. Gemma pointed to an open spot and Christi pulled the police van to the curb and parked. The street was like a circus with young & old laughing & enjoying the hot but beautiful day. Gemma & Christi strolled into the toe ring shop and marvelled at the display case with many kinds of toe rings and the selection of sad little 1 inch men destined to live out their lives locked into toe rings worn by the Women of the Islands. Shrunk down to size by the Witch's spell they were small but durable & would live of the toe jam & sweat of their Mistress'. The aquarium sized glass holding pens were filled with the tiny creatures. Some with their tiny faces pressed against the glass. The girl's guessed they hadn't a clue to what their faith would be. The young girl running the shop probably came from Femina Island as Gemma knew the toe ring shop originated at the Country Club & Spa there as did men who had been shrunk to such a convenient size for the enjoyment of all females. Both girl's would come back at ...