It's a privilege to worship your giant Goddess. You know this. Yet when I bring you to my lips, you squirm and wriggle. Why? My mouth is warm, wet, safe, and it is your duty to worship it...

Perhaps I'll put you on foot slave duty. That means you and all the other disobedient little tinies get stuffed into my knee socks, tucked tightly against my soles, toes, and calves, for varying degrees of time. It could be minutes, days, weeks -- whatever satisfies me. Worshipping every inch of my legs and feet is no easy task for someone as tiny as you...but it's your duty and privilege as on... Show more