Mutiny by Cutiney ✨🧚♀️🔪
The Rise of the Baby Mistresses
Kinky AI Story, by Servant Nils
On the grand vessel The Velvet Lash, where the waves crashed in rhythmic submission and the sails billowed like the pleasured sighs of a well-disciplined crew, there reigned one supreme, commanding force: The Prime Mistress. She was feared. She was revered. She could crack a whip with the precision of a poet’s quill and make even the saltiest of scoundrels beg for mercy — or more.
But tonight… tonight, a storm was brewing. A mutiny was afoot.
A tiny boot patted against the polished mahogany floor. A teacup clinked ominously. A voice, high-pitched but deadly serious, echoed through the candlelit chamber.
“Prime Mistress…”
The crew gasped, their corsets tightening involuntarily.
There she stood. Cutiney, the Super Cute Little Baby Mistress. Her big, round eyes shimmered with an otherworldly menace. A pacifier hung loosely from her lips, only to be replaced by the edge of a lollipop, which she bit with deliberate, predatory softness.
The Prime Mistress turned slowly, her leather-clad form unshaken, her riding crop poised like a queen’s scepter. “Ah… Cutiney,” she purred, voice velvety smooth. “Come for your evening lullaby?”
Cutiney did not blink. “No.”
The Prime Mistress arched a single sculpted brow. “Then what do you want, little one?”
Cutiney took a slow step forward, dragging a stuffed bunny by one ear. The room’s tension thickened like clotted cream. “You.”
A single crack of Cutiney’s tiny riding crop silenced the room.
The Prime Mistress chuckled, low and sultry. “You? Mutiny me? The one who trained you?” She crossed her arms. “Darling, you might be cute, but cuteness alone doesn’t — ”
Before she could finish, Cutiney pounced!
Like a tiny, frilly assassin, she latched onto the Prime Mistress’s shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Shhh… Shhh… It’s time to rest now, Mommy.”
And then — she booped her.
The Prime Mistress’s pupils dilated. The softness — the overwhelming, dominant cuteness — was too much. A squeaky gasp escaped her lips. Her knees buckled. The power… the sheer adorable brutality!
She tried to resist, but it was too late. The Baby Mistress had won.
As the crew fell to their knees in reverent surrender, Cutiney took her place atop the velvet throne, her chubby fingers gripping a gilded scepter — a rattle, vibrating with power.
“From now on,” she declared, her voice both saccharine and filled with the bloodlust of a conqueror, “we will rule with sweetness and terror. There will be snuggles — but only if earned.”
The Prime Mistress lay at her feet, gazing up at her former apprentice, lips parted in awe. “…Mistress Cutiney…”
A victorious giggle filled the air.
The Mutiny of the Cute had succeeded.
And nobody… would ever disobey again.
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