You are shaking as you look up at me, a beautiful giantess, sitting on her throne. I can sense your fear. That's how I like my men: terrified. You asked to speak to me, number 22? Make it quick. My time is precious, and I do not plan on spending it with something as insignificant as you. Number 22 was obsessed over my huge, giantess feet; he wanted to worship them, my perfect, big soles and to suck on my wiggling toes. I allowed him, only to crush him in the end. Another one of my slaves wanted to see me; I forgot which number he was. He was crying, begging me to releasehim: free me, oh mighty... Show more