My Giantess
Mistress walked in to the room, the heels of her leather boots clicking on the bare wooden floor, and closed the door behind her. The room itself was bare save for a table by the wall, on which stood a large bird cage. Mistress smiled as she walked over to the table and peered in to the cage. Seven tiny 6 inch tall men stared back at her nervously. They were always on edge whenever she walked in the room as they never knew what mood she would be in, or what she had planned for them.
‘Hello, ‘ she said ‘I’m bored so I thought we’d play a game.’
The tiny men’s eyes widened in fear. They knew what her games usually entailed.
Smiling, Mistress opened the latch on the top of the cage and reached inside, wrapping her fingers round the nearest tiny man and lifting him out. She could feel his little warm body trembling in her hand and it felt nice. She placed him on the floor by her boot, then again reached her hand in to the cage for the next tiny man. Some of them were easy to catch, as they were frozen with fear at the sight of her hand reaching down to grab them; though a couple quite stupidly tried to avoid her grasp as long as possible, running around the cage avoiding her clutches. Finally she had all seven tiny slaves on the floor, lined up in front of her boots.
‘Now,’ she said ‘the game is simple, all you have to do is stay out of my way as I walk around the room. If I catch you, I put you back in the cage. Understood?’
The tiny terrified men looked up at the giant goddess towering over them, then at each other. They all scattered in different directions around the room. Mistress watched them all run and smiled. There was nowhere for them to escape to, so she just waited a few moments, amused at the sight of the tiny males desperately searching for cracks in the floor or wall to escape through. She took a step, the heel of her boot making a loud click as it came in to contact with the wooden floor. It was a sound like thunder to the tiny males
Mistress spotted one running across the floor. She stamped her boot down right in front of his path, and laughed as the tiny man ran in to the wall of leather that had suddenly appeared in front of him. He fell to the floor, stunned, and she bent over and scooped him up in her hand.
‘You’re out’ she smiled and dropped him back in to the bird cage.
She turned round, looking for her next victim. She noticed one tiny man, who had pressed himself against the wall, not moving. She walked over to him. Placing her hands on her hips she smiled down at him.
‘You not even going to bother to run?’ she said ‘ That’s so boring. Tell you what I’ll give you a chance. Start running now’. The tiny man just stared back up at her, eyes wide, frozen in fear. She sighed and with a slight nudge of the end of the boot she knocked the little man on to his back. She placed the sole of her boot on to him. It looked so funny as his little legs poked out from under boot. She applied just a little pressure with her foot, and laughed as his little legs began kicking wildly. She eased the pressure of him, let him breathe, before putting the pressure back on him again. She did this for a few minutes, thoroughly enjoying herself as she watched his little legs kick frantically. Finally she scooped him up, and placed him back in the cage.
‘Five left’ she said and scanned the floor for the others. The remaining five were exhausted by now, having been running around for such a long time to avoid her giant boots. Two had collapsed from exhaustion, and could only manage to crawl as she walked over to them. She picked one up in her hand and placed the heel of her boot on the tiny back of the other. She alternated between squeezing the tiny man in her hand and pressing down with her heel on the tiny man beneath her boot, a groan of pain from the man in her hand when she squeezed, and a moan of pain from the man beneath her heel when she pressed down with her foot. They were soon dropped back in the birdcage with the other losers. She saw that one man had found a holed in the floor, and had tried to squeeze himself through to escape, but was stuck at the waist. Beyond him, the other two tiny men were huddling in the corner. She slowly walked over to the tiny trapped man, and placed her high heel on his head.
‘Let me help you’ she said, and pressed down with her heel. With a loud pop the tiny man was pushed down through the hole and disappeared. She wasn’t too concerned, these tiny men had a habit of finding their way back to their Mistress.
Finally she picked up the two remaining tiny men, holding one in each hand.
‘All this walking has made my feet ache’ she said.’ You two can have the honour of massaging my feet’
She tucked one tiny man in to the top of her right thigh boot, the other she tucked in to the top of her left boot. She walked over to the door, blew a kiss at the slaves in the birdcage, then locked closed and locked the door behind her.
by slave SK
Real Femdom 
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