Crushed Gently: A Giantess Tease For The Truly Small

You’re two inches tall.

Trapped in the arch of my stiletto. Pressed against leather that smells like skin and perfume and power. I didn’t notice you at first… or maybe I did and I just didn’t care.

You’ve been shrunk for days now. Watching me. Listening. Worshiping the very ground I walk on because now, you are the ground I walk on.

I slide the shoe on slowly, on purpose, just to see your little body twitch under my weight.

You scream something. I don’t hear it.

But I do feel it. Just a tiny little tickle under my toe.

“You’re so dramatic,” I coo, stepping down on you gently at first… then harder. Not enough to break you. Not yet. Just enough to remind you of where you belong.

Beneath me.

That’s the fantasy, isn’t it? To be crushed by someone beautiful. To be owned. To be insignificant… yet chosen.

I could keep you in my panties tonight. Tucked between my lips like a secret. Or I could drop you in my wine glass, swirl you around, and drink you slowly while I smile at another man across the table.

Choices, choices.

But don’t worry, little toy. No matter where I put you You’re not going anywhere unless I decide you do.

And I haven’t decided yet.