We all have our fantasies, the deepest most private desires that we usually share with nobody. As a I was consumed with thoughts of having complete control over men. Owning them. Enslaving them. You can imagine my delight when I discovered that I was to grow into a giantess goddess who could shrink men and completely have my way with them. And you can imagine my excitement when I learned that some men out there fantasize about being shrunken and at the mercy of a beautiful and woman. Some come to me begging to be stepped on, crushed under by foot or my ass, sucked on like a lollipop. Each has ...

We all have our fantasies, the deepest most private desires that we usually share with nobody. As a I was consumed with thoughts of having complete control over men. Owning them. Enslaving them. You can imagine my delight when I discovered that I was to grow into a giantess goddess who could shrink men and completely have my way with them. And you can imagine my excitement when I learned that some men out there fantasize about being shrunken and at the mercy of a beautiful and woman. Some come to me begging to be stepped on, crushed under by foot or my ass, sucked on like a lollipop. Each has his own personal idea of ecstasy, but the one thing they all have in common is that want to be made tiny. I must admit that I am always more than happy to oblige...for a price. You see the problem is that once I've taken their tribute money and have them standing before me, my sadistic side overcomes me like some predatory instinct. I just can't help but do things. Mean things. Things that my new little slave never asked me to do to him. Sometimes I can be capable of being nice...for a little while. But in the end I almost always need to hear him scream and beg for his life. Fortunately for some, that's part of their fantasy too. As for the others, well, we can't always get what we want...but a giantess, well she always gets what she needs.