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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?