Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Mothers come in all shapes and sizes. Some are sweet, and some are wicked. This Giant Mother is seven feet tall and knows how to make even the biggest man be her baby. Are you feeling overwhelmed and insecure about your day-to-day performance as a man? Sure you are; you don’t have to keep hiding.
Crawl over to your Giant Mother Felicity and find yourself lost in the world of days long gone.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I have always thought of myself as someone who’s curious about all things out of the ordinary, but nothing could have prepared me for the day I met a shrinking man. I actually discovered this tiny man in my shoe believe it or not.
It all began when I was about to slip my foot into my favorite pair of heels one morning. As I lifted the shoe, something small and unusual caught my eye—a miniature figure no bigger than a matchstick.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
The sleeping giantess looked like a mountain of a Goddess. Tales had been told of her magnificent ass, but only a few had been brave enough to make the journey. When they first saw her, she was lying on her belly, arms folded under her beautiful face, and even though to her, her breathing was soft with sleep, to the tiny ass worshiper, it sounded like howling winds escaping the cave of her mouth.
Climbing up on the bed had been a hardship enough, but their journey was far from over. They wouldn’t be happy until they were kissing the flesh of her ass. It would take hours to travel up her powerful legs but they couldn’t turn back now.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
You know the saying, “I’ve got ants in my panties?” Well, I have tiny little tic-tac-sized pests in my panties. It isn’t what you think, lol. No, I’ve been shrinking and collecting men to keep in my undies for my own pleasure. I have about six men in there now who’ve been blasted with my laser beam. They shrink before my eyes register the flash, and I must wear special glasses to find them afterward. Sometimes, they almost escape through the puddle of clothes left over from the sudden size change.
Once I’ve found the new little toy, I peel back my panties and add the little pest to my collection. I really love the way they squirm and crawl around on my pussy all day. The panties I keep them in are too tight for anyone to escape. The only way they are getting out of that hot, moist terrain is if I’d let them. And I’m never letting them out of my control!
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
This blog is dedicated to “Client T”. One of the many things he and I love is fine jewelry.
Whenever Client T and I go out, I pack my bag that he is in very carefully. I want him to be protected.
Therefore, I grab my gradient purple, blue, and dark blue Chanel Calfskin shopping tote. Inside, I pack the bag with Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Chanel scarves for extra padding and comfort. I always want to make sure Client T is safe and comfortable when he rides in my purse. I take out so many belongings I usually have so nothing bumps him.
First, I call Client T and me a private car to take us shopping. Once were inside the private black car. I take Client T out of my purse with my right hand.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
This blog is dedicated to “Client T”.
On my dresser, now moved to my nightstand, is a pink leather Guess by Marciano jewelry box. In addition, I have an antique crystal Waterford dish that I put my daily jewelry in. Both were gifted to me by relatives.
Now, it’s perfect, because Client T is only 3 inches tall. He is the perfect person to guard all my jewelry, especially my rings.
Never having been married, I do not have an engagement ring or wedding band. I do have three rings I wear daily, which Client T does a great job of guarding when he takes them off at bedtime.
However, my jewelry box is full of treasures. Having had family in the jewelry business growing up, I received a lot of very nice gifts.
First, there is a sterling silver butterfly ring that is flat, with no sharp edges Next, there is a 1-karat ruby that is shaped like a rhombus. It is set in white gold with 0.5-karat diamonds around it.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
One question I am often asked in The Playroom is what my hands look like, feel like, and what kind of rings I wear on my fingers.
Writing this blog, specifically for those tiny clients I love.
Let’s start with my bare hands and fingers.
I’ll admit something embarrassing. Epilating is when you use a little “razer-like” machine to remove hair from your body. I epilate my hands and fingers because I have dark hair, and I hate seeing tiny hairs growing on my fingers or the dorsal side of my hand. So, they are smooth and completely hairless. Not to mention, I am addicted to hand lotion and apply it constantly. Nice, soft, and supple. Just like my tits.
Next, as for my fingers, I wouldn’t say there is anything particularly unique about them. My ring finger, middle finger, and index finger on both hands are usually a size 7-8, weather dependent. When it is really cold my fingers shrink and when it is hot, they swell, as they do for most people. Did you know, none of your fingers are the same size? Just because your left index finger is a size 7, does not mean your right would be.
1844-332-2639 ext 285
Hi boys I’m Trinity and I’m hoping to finally meet the Daddy Dom to handle me anywhere and leave me feeling sarene. At work,driving home,in the grocery store or gas station ,the bank, at your favorite place for lunch. In passing brushing up against you on accident.. I need to be pleased on the spot so anywhere goes once my wet fuzzy peach start throbbing. I cant control myself something takes over me. It’s been so hard to keep a job I’m always disappearing to rub that tsunami out with no one to help most of the time. I’ve lost so many jobs by constantly showing up late or not coming back from break on time.. thinking to myself i can make it quick but I always seem to get lost dipping in the chocolate jar. Have you ever had to excuse yourself from a meeting because you’ve made a drenching mess of a wet spot on yourself?
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT 203
I would love someone small and helpful. Someone teeny tiny, who could help me with small things, go with me everywhere and be with me all the time. Like a precious little toy, but a teeny tiny man who would I could play with and have fun with. Would you want me as your giant macro girlfriend?
Cindy (844-332-2639) ext 435
Last week while getting our freak on, I asked you if you would try on my little satin light blue panties. You kind of laugh and kindly agree. So you slip them up his legs slowly. I tell you, you have to shave your legs first. As I prepare you a bubbly tub of water, I watch you ready the razor and shaving cream. You seem to have more excitement than me. Indeed, I know you were always on the feminine side. But never before had I seen you so willing to become my little bitch. After all, you know I will peg you while you wear a skimpy little bra and panties set. I watch you as you slather the peppermint-scented foam onto your hairy legs. Instantly, I notice just how much you enjoy shaving your legs. You can’t get enough of that freshly-shaven feeling. I need to take it a step further…