Why do tiny little men persist in sneaking into my boudoir?
I’ve lost count of the intrepid, twisted tiny tims that thought it would be fun to sneak into my home, my room, my bed…the foolish, flimsy little things. You should never approach anyone uninvited, particularly not a Giantess. Don’t they realize that even though they’re insignificant in my eyes, my darling kitty will give them her undivided attention? They’re barely a speck of dust in my world–but for her; they’re her favorite toy.
I was in the middle of trying out the 6th lingerie outfit I’d brought in preparation for my photo shoot
–When I saw my sweet kitty suddenly leap on top of my desk, and begin batting her paws back and forth across it. I adjusted the straps on my black and red balconet bra and the black mesh garter belt and red satin thong I was wearing, finished sliding on my fishnet thigh highs and clipped them into place, then went to see what all the fuss was about. My lovely kitty was scampering back and forth, swiping her paws with claws extended as she scrambled along the desk…and as I drew closer, I could hear faint, tiny little screams.
My dear pet had found ANOTHER filthy peeping Tom Thumb.
He was gibbering and screaming frantically while she batted him back and forth. His tiny eyes were bulging, his mouth was wide open as he shrieked a tiny, helpless cry that was almost inaudible to my ears. I might have felt sorry for the itty bitty trickster…if it wasn’t for the fact that his pants were dangling loosely from one leg, and his puny pecker was jutting rock hard against his miniscule boxers. He’d been spying on me while I dressed, stroking that insignificant little ding dong, and my darling kitty had caught him with his pants down.
I took the perverted peeping Tom Thumb away from her…but not to save him.
Oh no–wicked, twisted tiny tims like this one deserved to be punished; and I knew just how I was going to make him suffer. I tied his wriggling, flailing little form to a back-scratcher–then stroked the squirming, shrieking tiny sneak up and down my spine. His muffled wails and writhing gave a nice vibrating aspect to my back-scratcher as I worked it up and down; all the way from the nape of my neck, to my shoulder blades, down the slender line of my spine, and finally to the lush curves of my ass. That thong was really starting to ride up & itch–so I used him to scratch it, and the sounds of his muffled, garbled little moans and shrieks was music to my ears.
I had soooo much fun with that teeny tiny trickster
–Rubbing him up and down between the glorious curves of my ass, crushing him between them until his wriggling and squeaking stopped, and doing it over and over and over again until I grew tired of the game & dumped his teeny little body into my garden. Whether or not he’ll make it out of there alive, who can say?
Wow, 5’10”. That’s very nice height with you being so statuesque. Do you love being tall? I noticed you have on your wish list 8 inch heels. How does it feel to be looking down on the majority of the population?
Regards,
I do love being tall; & I enjoy using that attribute to my full advantage. I’m used to towering above most people already…the 8″ heels are a very cute way to take my statuesque grace to new heights. I’ll be 6’6″ in them. Lol; with a pair of those on, pretty much only men that might be able to look me in the eyes will be in the NBA 😉
I love hearing you use your incredible stature to your advantage. I’m 6′, but I love imagining that I am standing in your shadow 🙂
Hello Mistress Lilly,
In a giantess fantasy, do you prefer to grew taller so you are taller than most or prefer to shrink slaves down to a more manageable size? Also, how tall are you in real life?
Regards,
Either way works for me–I’ve been tall enough to sleep cradled in the valley between mountains; or had slaves shrink small enough to fit inside my locket. In real life, I’m 5’10”