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Ever wondered what it could be like to be small, very small like a tiny rodent or an ant? All your strength drained away, totally at the mercy of a beautiful amazonian goddess? I will pick you up by your puny head and play humiliating degrading games with your little body, laughing at your predicament.

Come into my world, where women rule and all you can do is helplessly obey my every whim. I am always looking for an amusing way to spend my day and you look amusing...Hahahaha. Stand at me feet and gaze adoringly at these long luscious legs...tilt your head back...further...can you see the object of your desire? So far away and so intimidating, isn't it?

I've always loved the idea of being a cat and you can be the little mouse I bat around the room. Have you ever watched a cat with it's prey? A cat will amuse themselves, playing with their prey for hours, letting it escape just for a moment, only to drag it back by it's little broken leg...eventually snapping it's neck and walking away bored. That's how I imagine it will be with you. I'll play with you, let you run a little even, only to slam my large fingers down around you and squeeze the air out of you, dragging you back to my clutches. We're going to have fun...come to the Island.

 

 

A Tiny Man Whipped Cream Treat

by Giantess Audrey of www.giantessisland.com

 

My lips are scented with a juicy fruity glossy scent and my laugh almost knocks you over–it comes so quickly and my breath is warm and knocks you back. Oh you are a petite little thing, aren’t you? I’ll be more careful about laughing in your face, tiny man.

And I giggle, the vibration of the giggle makes you bounce up and down on my hand. You feel me walk into a cooler environment. I nod to the doorman who glances at you, but obviously you are not the first little man that I’ve brought home. We take the elevator up and you can feel your panic rising with each floor.

Oooh tiny man, you are just too cute! I smile down at you, but you get the sense that it’s not a sweet or friendly smile. You start thinking of ways to escape. Maybe you can scamper off someplace in my house and hide in a dark corner. You’ve heard about a little man who escaped and lived under a giantesses refrigerator but he was scared of the cat who would eye him all night long.

 

Don’t be Scared, Little Man

 

Ok we’re here – that wasn’t so bad was it? I unlock the front door and we enter into my pretty home. The carpet is thick and white and the couches are plush. I have a view of the whole city.

I put you down on the white counter in my white kitchen. You stand out like a sore thumb (only much smaller than a thumb) and realize that escape is futile. You look at me in my black tight dress, hot pink glossy lips and realize that it could be worse. At least that’s what you tell yourself as I flip my hair and open the refrigerator. You catch yourself staring a little too long as I bend over looking in the fridge, my black dress clinging to my body.

I turn around with something in my hand and a look on my face that makes you quiver in fear.

Don’t be scared tiny man.

 

A Little Man Whipped Cream Treat

 

Before you can say anything I take the cap off the can I’m holding and with a deafening sound I cover you head to toe in whipped cream.

Suddenly your world is muffled. All you can see is white. You fight to wipe it off your face but your arms are so thick in whip cream that you can’t feel anything. You don’t even know what I’m doing or that I’m lifting you up–you feel my fingers touching the sides of your body but that’s all you know.

You attempt to yelp and almost fall over, but you’re held in place by the white fluffy stuff as it completely consumes you. Then you feel something rough coming through the whipped cream. Your first thought is that I’m sending you through some sort of tiny man car wash or worse. But then you soon realize that it’s my pink tongue…licking all the cream off your body.

 

LICK, LICK, LICK. MMMMMMMMMMM! Oh you taste good little man!

 

My rough tongue brushes hard over your face and goes down and licks all the cream off you feet, your shins, your knees, up toward your hard little dick. What’s this!?

My tongue stops right below your hard on and then licks over it again and again. You start shaking in the whipped cream.

Mmmm! I lick over your arms and face, down the back of your head and neck, over your backside and then up again your front side.

You want to yelp but my tongue is brushing over your face. You bite your lower lip as you try to hold as still as possible and your body lurches with each lick as my tongue pounds against you. My moist warm breath washes over you with each lick.

I tell you to take all your clothes off–NOW tiny man!

Your hands are shaking but I’ve set you on my palm and you drop your pants and rip off your shirt.

Haha! I laugh and before you can say No or Stop! I cover you again with more whipped cream from head to toe. This time it’s extra thick.

It takes me 5 or so licks to even get enough off you so you can breathe. You let out a sigh of relief. And then you feel my tongue pressing against your body. You see my full hot pink lips open. My wet tongue is coming for you!

The tip of my tongue teases you lightly. The teasing is almost unbearable! You are scared to death and yet so turned on!

I can feel you quivering. I can lick you all day long tiny man!

Helplessly you resign yourself to Giantess Audrey having her way with you.

 

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