Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 6 - The Ten Commandments

I'm terribly sorry to keep bothering you with my postings, but although Onda hasn't yet read my last delivery she did give me permission to tell you a bit about a fundamental portion of our day. I'm talking about "The Ten Commandments". 

As I got more and more used to my new life, it became less necessary for Onda to recur to extreme forms of teaching in order to convey what everything was about. Not that from time to time she doesn't have to give me a lesson, but nowadays nothing is to be compared to what it used to be. However, the Ten Commandments are not to be forgotten or skipped one single day of the year, for they represent the essence of my fate and there is no possible repeating them enough. The commandments aren't just repeated as in a church, but thoughtfully considered individually and as a whole. The necessary physical submission that comes with them aims only at enhancing them and making them internal. Although at the beginning I used to fear them due to the pain implied, now I acknowledge their absolute effect by being dispensed the way they are. I also look forward to them throughout the day, since it represents a sweet intimate moment with the woman I live and would die for. 

Much as they hurt me, Onda is usually in the most relaxed of moods, often only casually dressed and many times stroking herself softly. It could be on the sofa, the bed or even in the bathtub, the two of us naked, which I always am for this ceremony, anyway. 

The recitations of the Commandments takes place one by one, pausing on each to discuss them in detail. The whole process takes between 10 and 15 minutes according to the case, and each commandment forces me into another difficult, rather hurting physical position. As an example I'll reproduce yesterday's ceremony, which took place in the living room, on the sofa. 

I heard Onda's voice calling me from the living room and I immediately stopped doing what I was in the middle of, and ran all the way to where she was. She was wearing a simple cotton nightgown, which sexily revealed most of her legs, crossed in a beautifully casual position. 

"Are you ready to recite your commandments, sweetheart?” she asked. 

"I wouldn't like anything better than that in the world", I replied. 

"Good baby", she smiled. "Come up here with mummy, sweetie". 

"Yes, my queen", I said with tears of emotions in my eyes. 

Within a second, I had taken off all my clothes, kissed long and sweetly both her feet, and climbed up the sofa sitting comfortably on her lap looking at my beautiful Goddess. Onda proceeded to surround my body with her left hand, sticking thus both my arms to my sides making me immobile. Her right hand passed four fingers behind my back but her thumb stretched up in front pulling my chin back till my neck disappeared under my bent head. My mouth flew open and I felt a firm, steady and solid pain all the way down my spine. Onda, though, kept smiling at me with her sweet face and started to casually wave a hanging leg a little. After a few seconds in which I sort of got used to the pain, Onda asked a bit more seriously, 

"OK, sweetie. What's the first commandment?” 

My voice would come out a bit funny under the strain, but I knew how to make myself clear, anyway. "The first commandment, my queen, is Obedience". 

"Good boy, precious boy", said Onda encouragingly. And, tightening her thumb under my chin a little bit more, she asked, 

"And what does that mean?” 

"It means, my queen, that I have to obey you blindly, whether I know or understand or not what you are telling me to do, whether I like it or not, whether it is possible or impossible. There is no questioning to your orders, my queen. What you tell me to do is what I'll do, and I'd consider it an honor to die for you if you demanded it from me". 

"Oh, darling, that's so sweet of you", Onda said, "I see you know your first Commandment very well. By the way, are my hands hurting you?” 

"Not at all, my queen, a caress from the gods wouldn’t be so pleasurable". 

"Oh, you are something Prilly", she finished cheerfully. Very gradually she eased the pressure under my chin until my head came back to normal position. Commandment number one had been successfully discussed and understood. 

For the second Commandment Onda stretched my legs on her lap and bent my torso forward with one of her hands until my head nearly touched my knees. This, together with the third Commandment, is the only position in which our eyes don't meet. The pain here concentrates at the bottom of my back and at the back of my legs. 

"What's the second Commandment, puppy?" she asked. 

"The second Command, my queen, is Respect", I replied. 

"Well done, sweetie. What does that mean?" 

A short discussion followed, very much in the way of the one after the first Commandment. The third Commandment is tough. Onda wrapped my legs with her left hand and my upper body and arms with her right, and proceeded to bend my body outwardly arching it as when you are trying to break a twig using both your hands. This Commandment is Loyalty, and it went very much the same as the previous two. For Commandments four and five she twisted first one of my arms and then the other behind my back. They are, respectively: Truth and Honesty. My left arm was particularly sensitive, since the previous day I had made a transgression regarding Honesty and Onda, obviously, had made a specially longer and more intense discussion about it. This time around, when she twisted my left arm my face contracted into a restrained grimace. 

"What's the matter, Prilly?" Onda asked. "Are you still sensitive about yesterday, darling?" 

"Yes, my queen" said I biting my lips. 

"Do you think you've given it enough thought during the day and learnt your lesson well?" 

"Yes, my queen, I do" 

"Good boy". And she released it rather sharply. 

The next three Commandments, numbers six, seven and eight are more on the practical side. They refer to Efficiency, Language and Appearance. Of course I have to be efficient in everything I do, most particularly in whatever I'm told to do. I am only to speak good language, clear and polite; dirty words, as I've already told you, are out of the question, even in thought. My appearance has to be perfectly suited to every moment, properly dressed throughout the day with clean and presentable clothes, and completely naked at the time of instruction, as was the case right now. The positions to the above mentioned Commandments consist of Onda bending first one leg and then the other backwards, with ankle, knee and hip joint stretched to the fullest. For number eight she holds my body with one hand while stretching both my arms backwards, which makes my chest protrude forward. 

This was being a good session so far. Onda was in a very good mood. She pinched my cheeks a little, brushed my sweaty hair back with her fingers and allowed me to kiss them, too. 

For Commandment number nine she herself changed position, uncrossing her legs and gently stretching them along the sofa. In the process her nightgown opened a bit round the neckline, revealing more of her generous, smooth, velvety bust, which made my instruction ever so pleasurable. 

"Enjoying it, puppy?" she asked. 

Commandment number nine is Sex. Sex is of the utmost importance in our relationship. (Is it not, my dear friends?). Onda and I have an awful lot of sex. The best sex there is, the best sex you could dream of. One day I'll tell you how she wisely guided me to it a long time after she had shrunken me, and how we do it, if she allows me to. You should know I live in constant erection and the outlet of my needs is of vital importance. Since masturbation is strictly prohibited, I am forced to pay extra attention to anything I do and the way I follow orders, not only to avoid punishment but also to earn my way to my queen, with the unknown pleasures of her imagination. The position for the sex Commandment consist of Onda stretching my legs aside with both her hands, a bit like ballerinas when landing on the floor with their legs forming a straight line from toe to toe. This is also a good preparation for the last position of the last Commandment, which isn't really a Commandment but a confession. 

Commandment ten, which is a confession of my most recent sin, is usually the longest we dwell on because we have to discuss the situation according to what happened and the seriousness of it. The position is very suited to a confession. Onda stretches both my arms open, like in the cross, but the nailing of the sinner is quite original: she slowly penetrates my anus with her little finger, longish nail and all. This takes a few seconds to be performed and is done without the help of any creams. The process isn't going to be painful unless the gravity of my sin so demands it. 

The previous night I had forgotten a dirty saucer on the coffee table in the living room, which had been left unclean and uncollected through the night. 

"Why did that happen, poppet?” Onda asked, turning her finger a little around and making me feel a bit of pain. 

"It happened, my queen, because I didn't pay enough attention, because I was a bad boy and forgot to perform my duties to perfection, which is the only way to make justice to you.” I said in a serious way.

Onda bent her pinky forward and I could feel her nail at the back of my stomach, hurting me and creating a very uncomfortable sensation. 

"And what do you think your punishment should be for such forgetfulness?” she asked twisting her finger even more. 

"Maybe, my queen, washing up every saucer there is in the kitchen ten times over until they shine like a mirror?” I suggested trying to move my body aside a little to ease the pain. 

"That's a brilliant idea, puppy. And because of that you'll wash up every saucer, plate, soup plate, teapot, and cup ten times over. Do you think that's fair, darling?” she asked. 

"It's most fair, my queen", I quietly replied. 

"Good baby", she finished. 

By now, the state of my erection was at its highest. With this, satisfied, she removed her finger from my behind, allowed me to kiss a few of them and ordered me to finish the ceremony properly. All these instructing sessions start and finish with me kneeling down on the floor and kissing either her feet or shoes if they are next to me. If not, I have to stay on my knees until her feet come down. 

I went down to the floor, but her legs were still on the sofa, so I patiently waited for her to bring them down, which happened after a few long minutes. 

"Thank you, my queen for a most enjoyable lesson", I said humbly. 

"Now go to your duties", was her reply. And off I went to wash up dishes. 

This, my friends, gives you an idea of what the Ten Commandments are and feel like. Of course I don't know when this form of education will stop, but I'm absolutely certain it must be necessary right now.

Giantess Goddess

Você tem problemas com o seu homenzinho ??  Ele é indisciplinado, revoltado ou simplesmente precisa aprender o seu devido lugar ??  Não se preocupe... com um pouco de paciência e rigor, domesticamos o seu animalzinho e mostramos quem realmente manda de agora em diante.

Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 5 - Molly

Hello again my dear friends, Onda has just had a look at what I've been sending and told me to forget the beginning a little bit and go tell you about Molly. 

Well, well, well. Yes, believe it or not, there are a few people who know about me and see me more or less regularly as they come home to pay Onda a visit and so on. Onda told me to start with Molly, so with Molly will I start. 

Molly is one of two of Onda's best friends. They met each other and became friends after I was my new size, so I've never known her any differently than she is now. She is 40 years old, a good deal shorter than Onda and of a petite appearance. She is very skinny and not too endowed with flesh, so to speak. She is also pretty plain, so there isn't really much to look at in her. For those who like hands and feet, though, it could be quite a different story. She is very proud of both pairs and so she should, for fate has given her lean, bony and beautiful extremities. More often than not she wears sandals of all sorts, sometimes even in winter, and I must say that her taste is impeccable. Her hands are crowned with 10 long, strong and extremely well kept nails, which she prefers to keep unpolished and doesn't miss an opportunity to show off or use in a most delicate way. She is also extremely skilled with her hands. In actual fact she is a seamstress, and the reason why Onda befriended her is because she was looking for someone to make clothes my size. 

It must have been only after a year that I got my first decent clothing as opposed to rough pieces of material taken from anywhere. Molly, then, is in charge of my "wardrobe", but she has also helped with other devices around the apartment aiming at making the real world more accessible to me. So she is at home quite a lot. And I hate her. First of all, she is the stupidest woman on earth. Other than her specialized skills, she knows nothing about anything. Once all three of us watched together a movie on TV. Her comments after it would have certainly awarded her the "Oscar to the silliest comments ever made on a movie", if such a thing existed. And the same is applicable to any other field in which logic has to but remotely be used. 

Second, and this is where the gist of the story lies, there is the mysterious question of her husband, Little B. This has been going on since the day I met her, and, to this very minute, I still don't know whether the guy exists or not. If he does, he has to be the only other real shrunken person I ever heard of. I wouldn't expect much truth from Molly, but my wife has always been unfathomable about it and never gave me an answer that would give away the veracity of what Molly tells us about him. If Little B. exists, he must be the unluckiest fellow on earth... and Molly the cruelest. 

Apparently she reduced him to a size similar to mine more than 15 years ago, according to her, due to him cheating on her… once. Whereas Onda has a "Program of Reeducation" for me, and, as long as I obey everything is OK, Molly has never thought of such a thing for her little hubby, and her life is devoted to torturing the little devil in every possible way. If the man exists this is what life is like for him: 

He is kept purposely underfed, in such a way that he has been on the brink of starvation ever since she took care of him. When he eats he has to go down on his knees, cross his hands behind his back, and lick off the floor whatever his dear wife throws down to him; it could be anything from an old piece of tomato to a chunk of food she's just spat on her plate. She drops a crumb of bread very seldom while she eats, enough to keep him begging at her feet at every meal, even though most of the time she won't give him a thing. He is not allowed to look at her face or any other part of her body unless she tells him to. The exception being her feet, which he is forced to look at whenever she is around. In actual fact, whenever they cross their way at home he has to stop doing whatever he is doing and follow her feet with his eyes wherever she goes until she disappears from his sight. For over 15 years the poor guy has been talking to, trying to reason with, and eventually begging for mercy to a pair of feet, or a set of 10 toes. She hardly ever touches him, and if she does it's only to punish him. He's also been tied to a long old piece of string round his waist about the total length of the house, to allow him to walk all around it but not an inch into the garden with the sun above.

Molly has only one way of physical punishment: her hands. Many times she has told us the way she enjoys grabbing him for no reason and starts digging her long nails all about his body. She's never hidden the fact that she has bruised him, made him bleed badly, and broken many a bone of his tiny self. She enjoys telling us about how she keeps him in a state of constant terror by asking impossible request, lying, and confusing him. She'd ask him how many chairs there are in the room, he'd count three and she'd go on to tell him he is lying. The poor fellow would risk any other number knowing from the beginning that he's started a lost battle. More nailing and rough, bloody scratching would follow until she'd get tired or bored of her game. She loves citing the punch line that if he weren't lying he'd look at her eyes. 

The other day I had to endure another session with dear Molly visiting us at home, bringing the newest entertainment from her house. I had just served them coffee and requested permission from Onda to go back to the kitchen until needed again, when Molly asked me to stay to hear something really funny. I pleaded with my eyes to Onda, but we had had a bad day and she just said, 

"Stay". 

Molly had put her husband into a big glass flowerpot, covering it with some kind of thick grill to prevent him from coming out. She also ordered him not to pee or pooh for the next 3 days (yes, sir, 3 days!). The wretched man did his best for a day or day and a half on the brink of explosion. Of course at some point he couldn't hold it any longer and the flowerpot turned into a mess of yellows and stinking browns.

"I made him eat and drink all his disobedience, and you know what?” she said, "He came out from a flower pot that was cleaner than when he got in. Ha, ha, ha". 

The dreadful picture of that evil story haunted me for days. I hope to God Little B. is a bad taste invention of Molly’s with the compliance of my wife. If not, I don't really understand how he is still alive.

Giantess Goddess

Eu sei que você gosta de brincar nos meus pés, mas acho melhor você descer antes que se machuque !!

Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 4 - First escape attempt

Next morning, after spending the whole night fantasizing about my escape, I waited impatiently for Onda to finish her home routine. Right after her last touches, she came down to my cage and said, 

"Very well, Pril, today we'll see how good your progress is so far. You are to stay all day in your cage with the door open. Do not attempt to come out, let alone escape, for you won't like the consequences. Is that understood?” 

"Yes", I said. 

"Yes, what?” she demanded. 

"Yes, my queen", I said meekly. 

With this she proceeded to open the cage door, and left the room. I couldn't see the rest of the house from my position, but I had gotten used to guessing quite a few actions using my ears, so I paid close attention to the sound of her fading steps, the unlocking of the front door, and the relocking of it. 

Silence. 

‘Yes’, I thought. 

I still decided to wait further 15 minutes to make absolutely sure that she wouldn't come back after forgetting something behind, or anything like that. After what seemed an eternal quarter of an hour, I took my very first step out and I stood there surprisingly insecure as to what to do next. But I mustered courage and started walking toward the bedroom door. The minute I crossed the line into the hall and turned right, I found my way blocked by what seemed to be a pair of marble columns. My blood pressure dropped to zero and a feeling of intense fear invaded my whole self. Do I need to explain that what I found in front of me were my wife's legs? 

I slowly started to look up. I saw her shapely legs disappearing into a short skirt, I saw her hands -one of them holding her shoes- placed at either side of her hip, I saw her generous bust slightly uncomfortably fitting into her blouse, and I saw her beautiful face staring down at me with a pair of intent blue eyes.

"Onda I-" 

My stupid attempt at a word was instantly interrupted by her snatching me off the floor up in the air and carrying me into the bedroom again, whose freedom I hadn't experienced even for a split of a second. Onda sat on the bed with both legs joined together and stretched the length of my naked body facing down right over her knees. I tried to open my mouth again but before I knew it her first blow came right down on my bottom with a whipping sound and extremely sharp pain. I felt tears jumping out of my eyes and heard myself uttering out a cry of despair. Without waiting for any reaction and without saying anything, a second blow came right away exactly on the same spot as the first one. My entire body arched in pain, a coat of sweat covered me completely, and I started to sob and shout for mercy. To no avail. Her slaps continued one after another until I felt my limbs going numb. I was still weakly trying to set myself free, but her second hand was holding me firmly on her knees and my wriggling and kicking must have seemed ridiculous. 

I don't know how long she spanked me for. But I do remember how helpless and desperate I felt at my complete impotence against the tremendous power of my wife. Suddenly the beating stopped. Onda pushed me indifferently off her knees and I fell down to the floor with a heavy thump, spraining one of my ankles. For the first time she spoke. 

"On your feet", she ordered. 

With terrible pain, my body, sweaty, dirty and hardly holding balance, I managed to rise to my feet while shaking from bottom to top. 

"Look at me", she said again. 

Trying to contain the convulsive shaking of my knees, I slowly raised my eyes until they met hers, which were completely controlled. 

"When I give you an order, what do you have to do?” she demanded. 

"I have to obey, my queen", said I, my lips trembling too much to make my speech clear. 

"I can't hear you very well, Pril", she said calmly. 

"I have to obey you, my queen", I repeated a bit more clearly. 

"Good boy", she added. "Now, kneel down and kiss both my feet, one after the other." With still uncertain movements I did as she said and got back to my feet. 

"Pril, I told you yesterday that your cage door is to remain open and that you are not going to come out. Do you have any problems with that?"

"No, my queen". 

"Good", she said. "Now go back in there and stay in like a good boy until you are further instructed." 

"Yes, my queen". 

And with this I turned back and started a slow and limping return to what had been my house for all these weeks, my hopes shuttered, my dreams gone. Onda casually put her shoes back on and left the room without further ado, as she had done a while earlier, in what seemed another era. Whether she actually left the house or stayed in preparing another trap I never knew. But, for the life of me, I wouldn’t have left that cage even if I had seen the bedroom going up in flames. And I innocently thought then that she had given me a hard spanking. 

Giantess Goddess - Ordem do dia !!

Lavar todas as roupas íntimas de minha Dona.

Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 3 - The door is opened

After that first day I continued to live in my prison, and although I tried to convince Onda to let me out using my most diplomatic skills, she wouldn't hear of it. For her, life continued more or less under the same routine, at least on what referred to her out-of-the-house schedule. She'd get up early in the morning, take her shower, have her breakfast, take care of the food and water right next to my cage, and leave for work. For me, well for me everything was different. I had to spend the whole day doing absolutely nothing but staying behind bars, surrounded by this huge bedroom, pondering on what had happened to me (or what Onda had done to me). I was very bored and started to sleep more than necessary. I knew my disappearance from the outer world would go rather unnoticed since I had practically no friends, I hadn't been on speaking terms with most of my family for a long time, and I had been unemployed for over two months. Who would miss me? Who would pay attention to me not being out there any more? The greengrocer? 

Once back home, Onda would walk into the bedroom, proceed to get undressed in her usual manner, have a look at me and the cage and go to the kitchen and the rest of the house to take care of things. Gradually, I started to get used to my new size, Onda's size, and the size of everything. I also started to lose hope and, little by little there was less and less mentioning of the issue in our conversations. 

We did talk. After finishing her duties around the house and may be watching some TV in the living room, Onda would come into the room and casually chat about her day, people I knew and so on, very much like in the old days, although without fearing any of my aggressive remarks, that were so abundant until the new situation came along. Quite a few weeks went by that way. 

One evening, well after my shrinking had been last mentioned, Onda came up to my cage, easily opened the door that had consumed so many of my futile attempts at forcing it open myself, sat on our bed right in front of me and told me in a teacher's tone, firm and assertive, 

"Pril, come out". 

A bit taken aback, I looked at her for a few seconds before risking a first step out of my new house and a few more closer to where she was. I stopped in front of her naked legs, which came down gracefully from under her nightgown. Her knees stood well over my head, at about twice my size. 

"Pril", she said, "you've been a good boy lately by not talking aggressively, by behaving yourself and by not asking me any more questions about your size, how long, why, and so on. From the day I shrank you on, we've started an "Educational Process" aiming at making of you the nice boy we know you can be. If you continue in the right path, doing what you are told to, and not asking forbidden questions, you'll be able to earn your way back to normality. The decision is up to me and, since I know you and I know what I want, I can assure you it won't be an easy process". 

She waited a few moments to make sure that I was taking in her words. 

"Good", she said. "From tomorrow on the door of your cage will be left open, but you are not allowed to walk out" (‘Great’, I thought). Any attempt at getting out of there, let alone escape, will be severely punished. Is that clear?” 

"Yes", I said hardly containing my joy. 

"When I'm instructing you on what to do your answers should always finish with the words 'my queen'", she added. 

"Excuse me?” I said with a funny smile. But when I saw her leaning forward toward me I quickly corrected myself in a serious way, 

"Yes, my queen. Yes, my queen". 

"Good boy", she said. "Now, back to your cage". 

I spent the whole night planning my escape, dreaming of my escape, enjoying my escape, relishing my escape. 

Oh, Pril, Pril, how foolish were you in those days.

Giantess Goddess

É impressão minha ou você está com vergonha de sua namorada meu homenzinho ??

Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 2 - Beginning

The episode about the pail with water came rather late in the development of our new relationship as husband and wife. That's why she had been so calm and handled things so professionally through it. In the beginning, though, she was much rougher with me while "teaching" me a lesson. 

The very first day I told you about, in which I found myself at my present size, I woke up in a cage. Of course I thought I was still dreaming or something, but little by little it started dawning upon me that I was awake all right and that something was definitely wrong. The cage I'm talking about -which I know so well now- was placed in the middle of our bedroom not far from the double bed on which Onda was still sleeping. I remember I didn't quite know what to make of it all and I decided to call Onda to wake her up just to make sure that at least some part of reality continued to be what it used to. Wake up she did and, after stretching a little, she sat on the bed and looked at me sleepily for a second or two. Without more ado, she got up, walked past me and the cage, and went to take a shower. As she walked past not even bothering to say a single word to me, I felt a huge wave of anger creeping up my stomach (as I always did when not having it my way) and started to shout at her all sort of insults, curses, infamies and so on, which I now have been strictly forbidden to use in speech, writing or even thinking. I could write an entire treatise on the psychological impact I went through during those first few moments, but I'll try to stick to the actual events here, so I make your reading more enjoyable. 

When she came back from the bathroom, wrapped in her towel and dripping a bit, I was still throwing at her all sorts of names and phrases, known or unknown, shaking and banging the bars of my cage, hardly in control of anything any more. In spite of seeing her a bit on her guard, she managed to take the right attitude right from the beginning. She hardly said anything to me. She just slowly and methodically got dressed as she did every day, finished to tidy up a few things, and left the house for work. By then I was livid with rage, fear and confusion and it must have taken me a few hours to calm down. Once I did, I started to examine the cage I was trapped in. It was a sort of modified large birdcage, big enough for me to stand up or lie down at full stretch. At the back there was a long, flat opening that led outside. Of course it wasn't big enough for me to get through. Next to this opening, outside the cage, there were three containers proportional to my size. They had food, water, and sand, respectively. As the day wore on I used all three of them for their proper functions, the sand being for my bodily needs, of course. 

Onda came back in the early evening. By then I had thought things over and decided to tackle the issue in a different way. 

"Onda", I called when she came into the room. 

"Yes?” she answered. 

"Onda, what's going on? What's happening here?” 

She looked at me from her colossal height, waited a few seconds and said, 

"Pril, I was fed up with things going the way they were. You've made a habit of your excesses against me and other people and I've decided to take care of things in a different way". 

The conversation continued in a civilized way for a few more minutes. I tried all my tricks of persuasion, first the good ones, then the bad ones. The more I insisted the more she showed herself intransigent with my arguments. Inevitably, I lost control again and went once more into one of my tantrums. 

"Pril", she said a bit nervously, "the first thing I want you to know is that from now on I won't tolerate unacceptable behavior from you, and that you'll have to do what I tell you to". 

This, at my size and all, made me explode with laughter. 

"What?” I shouted in between my hysterical laugh, "me to do what you tell me?" 

That did it. Without losing a minute Onda unlatched the birdcage and grabbed me round my body with her huge hand. It was the first time I consciously felt the power of her touch at my new size. She pulled me all the way up to a level with her eyes and, breathing heavily, asked, 

"Are you laughing at me?" My heart was beating frantically and I felt the vertigo of the huge new world surrounding me. I heard her heavy breathing as she waited for an answer. I tried to say something else and minimize the importance she was giving the whole thing, but she only repeated her question pressing a bit more forcibly my chest with her grip. 

"Are you laughing at me, yes or no?” 

"No", I said quietly. 

"Good boy", she said. 

That was my first defeat at my wife's hands. The first of so many that were to come, and continue coming as I write this. She put me back in my cage, latched the door, and left the room. 

Two things I remember of that moment; first my wonder at her new power, second... my huge erection.

Giantess Goddess - Ordem do dia !!

Fazer uma massagem nos pés de minha Dona após um longo dia de trabalho.

Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 1 - Introduction

The other day I sent a very short message to this board following my wife’s instruction. After doing so and duly reporting it to her I've received further orders to write somewhat more extensively about myself which, of course, means also writing about her. 

My name is Pril and my wife's is Onda. We are both 30 years of age and we've been married for 5 years. As you can imagine, there is a fundamental difference between us, namely, our respective sizes. I'm 12 inches tall, or 30 cm. if you prefer it that way, whereas Onda is 5'7", or 1.70 m. I used to be 6 feet tall, but that was what's starting to be long ago. When standing erect next to each other my height is approximately half way through between the floor and Onda's knee. I'm a sixth of what I was and, for me now, the whole world is six times bigger, many times heavier, and infinitely different from what it used to be. 

It all started 3 years ago when one morning I woke up from a long and restless night to find myself in my present plight. I suppose I should tell you more about what had been going on before that moment, but my wife has told me to speak only about my new life, and what my wife tells me to do is -believe you me- exactly what I do. 

Ever since that day I've been going through what we call my "Educational Process". I don't really know when this process is supposed to come to an end, and I've very well learnt not to ask any more about it, but from the minute the process started I've changed an awful lot. I've changed so much that anyone who knew me then would find it very difficult if not impossible to recognize me now. And by "me" I mean my personality, not only my size. 

The first thing I must tell you about my "new me" is my complete, full, utter obedience to my wife. What she says is what I do; no matter what she says and no matter how I do it. This is something that sometimes presents itself as an impossibility, although she knows to an amazing degree what she can demand from me and what she can't, sometimes surprising me with my own capabilities. I remember once, long ago, I forgot to carry out one of her orders. When she came back home and saw the thing undone, she just took a plastic pail from the kitchen, filled it up with water and, without a word, grabbed me by my chest and proceeded to sink me into it. God only knows how long she must have kept me in there. She never took me up for a few seconds for me to catch breath, she never questioned me or shouted at me or made a fuss about it. She just held me tightly in there until I felt my whole little body was going to explode. I shook frantically, I tried to free myself from her mighty hand by hitting it, by trying and bite it, by kicking like mad into the dense water, but to absolutely no avail. Somewhere along my fight, ridiculous as it seems, I found a split of a second to understand that she was doing it because of my negligence and disobedience. I must have been half-dead by the time she pulled me out of the water. All I remember is that she was sitting on a small stool and that her legs were crossed. Do you understand what I'm talking about? My life was about to expire at the hands of a woman who could have decided whether to send me to the other world or not while her legs were crossed. 

Giantess Pictures - Sexy

Giantess Stories - Os Prazeres de Patricia

Naquele dia eu acordei achando que seria um dia como outro qualquer. Mal sabia eu as surpresas que estavam reservadas para mim.... Tudo mudaria de forma drástica em minha vida. 

Depois de muita insistência de minha parte, eu finalmente havia conseguido marcar um encontro com a garota dos meus sonhos. Seu nome era Patrícia, e ela era realmente linda (uma jovem de 23 anos que possuía longos cabelos castanhos, um lindo rostinho com uma boca deliciosa, seios volumosos e um corpinho de fazer inveja a qualquer mulher). 

Saímos para beber e dançar naquela noite. Ela estava maravilhosa com um vestidinho de seda preto com uma abertura que mostrava suas lindas pernas muito bem torneadas e sandálias de salto alto. Nós nos divertimos muito e depois ela me levou para o seu apartamento. Eu não podia acreditar no que estava acontecendo. Eu imaginava – Puxa, eu sou o cara mais sortudo do mundo!! 

Ao chegarmos ela logo serviu um drinque para nós dois. Eu estava tão nervoso que bebi rapidamente e mal percebi o gosto amargo daquela bebida. 

Logo eu comecei a me sentir meio estranho, não conseguia mais sentir o chão abaixo dos meus pés e a sala começou a rodar... O que me fez cair e desmaiar ali mesmo. 

Depois de alguns minutos a minha consciência voltava e eu senti um frio no meu corpo. Também pudera eu estava sem as minhas roupas e deitado no chão. Meio zonzo eu abri os meus olhos e não acreditei no que eu vi na minha frente. Eu via a imagem da Patrícia enorme, uma giganta de mais de 20 metros que sorria para mim e caminhava em minha direção. 

Entrei em pânico ao ver aqueles enormes pés calçados com aquelas sandálias caminhando em minha direção, mas não conseguia me levantar e fugir ainda devido ao efeito da bebida, então só me restava gritar de pavor. 

Ela parou bem de frente para mim e disse: - Como você se sente agora pequenino ? 

O que aconteceu com você Patrícia? Como você cresceu desse jeito? 

Ora, você ainda não percebeu? Não fui eu que cresci, foi você que encolheu. Eu coloquei uma poção de encolher na sua bebida. Agora você não deve ter mais que 15 cm. 

Como você conseguiu esta poção? Eu exijo que você pare com essa brincadeira e me faça voltar ao meu tamanho normal agora mesmo!! 

A poção eu descobri depois de muitas pesquisas no laboratório de minha empresa. Ela ainda não está pronta, pois só tínhamos testado em animais. Você meu pequenino, é o primeiro homem a ser encolhido!! Não se sente honrado? Mas que história é essa de exigir? Eu acho que você não está em posição de exigir nada, não é mesmo? 

A partir daquele momento eu percebi que realmente tinha falado uma grande besteira, pois olhei para os lados e vi que eu estava caído no chão entre os seus enormes pés. Ela poderia facilmente levantar um deles e me esmagar como se eu fosse um inseto. 

O que você pretende fazer comigo? 

Nem tente imaginar meu escravinho. Agora você é o meu brinquedinho sexual entendeu? Irá existir somente enquanto eu sentir prazer em brincar com você, por isso não me desaponte! Lembre-se que sua vida depende disso. 

Eu senti um enorme calafrio, mas o que eu poderia fazer a não ser concordar com tudo o que ela havia dito. Ela realmente tinha total controle da situação. Ela realmente me tinha na palma da sua mão.

Eu estou muito cansada. Dançar com você foi divertido mas fez os meus pés ficarem doloridos. Tire as minhas sandálias escravinho e massageie os meus pés. 

Sim senhora.... (com muita dificuldade eu tive que usar toda a minha força para abrir o fecho das sandálias e tirar as enormes tiras de couro que prendiam elas. Exausto, eu tirei as duas sandálias e coloquei-as de lado deixando aqueles lindos pés descalços). 

Muito bem escravinho. Agora comece a massageá-los... rápido!! 

Sim minha senhora.... (rapidamente eu comecei a massageá-los, começando pelos dedos. Eu tinha que usar de muita força para que ela pudesse sentir alguma coisa, e não se zangasse comigo. Eu estava morrendo de medo, mas ao mesmo tempo, tudo aquilo me deixava tremendamente excitado, pois eu adorava pés femininos e os da Patrícia eram simplesmente lindos, com dedos em escadinha, as unhas pintadas com esmalte vermelho e pele macia muito bem cuidada. Quando eu poderia imaginar que teria aqueles pés ao meu alcance, quanto mais que eles teriam agora o tamanho de um carro para mim!). 

Humm.... muito bem meu escravinho. Estou gostando de ver. Continue a massagear os pés de sua dona... 

Sim senhora.... eu irei fazer tudo o que mandar. Respondi com uma voz trêmula. (eu comecei a beijar entre os seus dedos e a esfregar o meu corpo em sua sola macia, o que fazia com que meu pênis ficasse duro como uma pedra. Eu subi então sobre os pés de minha dona e beijei desde o seu calcanhar até o seu tornozelo). 

Muito bem.... já chega de lamber os meus pés escravinho. Venha aqui... (Patrícia então se agachou e me pegou com sua enorme mão, como se eu fosse um bonequinho. Eu estava na palma de sua mão, quente e macia e me segurando nos seus dedos para não cair. Ela me segurou entre os seus dedos e abriu as minhas pequenas pernas para que pudesse ver o meu pênis ereto e excitado. Para mim ele estava enorme, mas para Patrícia agora ele era insignificante, como todo o resto de mim. Com os dois dedos de sua outra mão ela pegou no meu pênis, e começou a brincar com ele, mexendo delicadamente para não esmaga-lo. Aquilo me deixava louco e me fazia tremer de tesão na sua mão. Eu apertava os seus enormes dedos, que pareciam enormes pilares para mim. Então ela me levantou até a altura de sua boca e eu vi a sua língua enorme e molhada vindo em minha direção. Eu estava tão pequeno que ela lambia todo o meu corpo com apenas uma passada de sua língua. Eu tinha que realmente tomar cuidado agora e me segurar firme para não ser levado para dentro de sua boca, pois aquilo poderia significar o meu fim, mas estava realmente difícil agüentar tudo aquilo lambendo por entre as minhas pequenas pernas.) 

Está gostando meu brinquedinho? Agora é a sua vez! (Patrícia então tirou o seu vestido, deixando que ele caísse pelo seu corpo e deitou-se na cama. Aquele enorme corpo com seios titânicos e pele bronzeada era realmente de deixar qualquer um louco. Ela me colocou sobre os seus seios e eu comecei a chupar e a mordiscar com os meus pequenos dentes os seus bicos. Eu apertava aquela maravilha com as minhas duas mãos e beijava com todo o prazer. 

Isso mesmo, continue vá caminhando pelo meu corpo.... (Eu sentia o seu enorme corpo tremer conforme eu andava por ele. Creio que ela sentia cócegas como se um inseto estivesse se mexendo pela sua barriga. Aos poucos eu alcançava a altura de sua vagina, mas tive que atravessar primeiro os pêlos que pareciam uma grande floresta para mim. Eu me agarrei neles para que pudesse descer com cuidado até aquela visão magnífica. A vagina de Patrícia estava enorme e molhada, pulsando de tesão. Eu podia sentir seu forte odor, quente e me chamando para que entrasse dentro dela, mas o medo fez com que eu ficasse paralisado em frente, o que fez com que ela tomasse a iniciativa). 

O que você está esperando escravinho? Me dê prazer agora!! (Ela me empurrou com os seus dedos, esfregando o meu pequeno corpo em sua vagina molhada. Eu a abracei e chupava o máximo que podia, escorregando e me lambuzando todo. Seus dedos me pressionavam cada vez mais para dentro de sua vagina, como se eu não passasse de um brinquedinho, o que na realidade era toda a verdade naquele momento. Meu corpo foi entrando e eu me sentia totalmente sufocado dentro daquele enorme túnel quente, seus músculos me apertando e quase quebrando todos os ossos de meu corpo. Era um misto de dor e prazer que eu jamais imaginaria sentir em minha vida). Patrícia tremia e sentia os meus braços se mexendo dentro dela, o que lhe provocava mais tesão. Ela sussurrava e gemia de prazer, sentindo aquele homenzinho dentro dela, desesperado e se debatendo com as suas pequenas pernas , balançado do lado de fora. Logo depois ela gritou e eu pude sentir que ela havia atingido o orgasmo, fazendo assim que eu quase me afogasse dentro dela. Meu corpo estava todo dolorido, e eu já não tinha mais forças para me mexer. Foi então que ela me retirou delicadamente de dentro dela, utilizando apenas a ponta de seus dedos. Eu estava todo sujo e melado na palma da mão da mulher que eu sempre sonhei ter ao meu lado. Ela então me olhou com desdém e disse: 

Ora o que aconteceu com o meu brinquedinho? Parece que ele está quebrado... Assim ele não me serve para mais nada!! 

Não por favor... eu estou bem. Só preciso de um tempo para me recuperar. (Aquilo era uma tremenda mentira.... Meu corpo doía como nunca e eu mal tinha forças para falar....) 

Desculpe, mas eu não tenho mais vontade de me divertir com você. Eu não gosto de usar nada que esteja quebrado. (A mão de Patrícia me apertava. Eu sentia os seus dedos me pressionando e esmagando os meu ossos...) 

Não, por favor.... você está me esmagando.... eu faço tudo o que a senhora mandar.... A senhora não vai querer me matar. Eu tenho mais utilidade vivo.... por favor.... (eu implorava). Aquilo fez com que o rosto de Patrícia sorrisse e soltasse uma risada. 

Você acha realmente que eu me importo com a sua vida? Eu posso encolher quantos homens eu quiser. Aliás eu já até escolhi a minha próxima vítima. Você só me serviu para satisfazer hoje. Agora eu não preciso mais de você. (Na verdade, era aquilo que realmente excitava Patrícia. A sensação de poder, de ser uma giganta que tinha a minha vida sendo implorada na palma de sua mão. Ela poderia ter qualquer homem aos seus pés agora, realizando todas as suas fantasias, e implorando depois para não serem esmagados). 

Bem agora já chega!! Sinta se honrado em ter me servido homenzinho. (Ela então me colocou no chão e levantou o seu enorme pé direito sobre mim. Eu apenas chorava e gritava por misericórdia ao ver a sola se abaixando lentamente sobre mim... até sentir sua pele macia me pressionando e me esmagando totalmente como um pequeno inseto). Logo o que restou de minha existência não passava de um borro vermelho no chão e na sola dos lindos pés de Patrícia. A deusa giganta que eu tive a infelicidade (ou será felicidade) de conhecer. 

Giantess Pictures - Sexy

Giantess Pictures - My Present

Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 7 - Second escape attempt

Now I should continue with the story of the beginning of things, where I left off in chapter four.

Onda's first spanking and the physical pain and taste of defeat left in me, kept me in my cage for long weeks to come. During the first days I had serious trouble standing and even lying down, which I couldn't perform without waves of pain all over my little body, especially my behind. Onda, on the contrary, got out of our confrontation with much more confidence and control than before. She showed herself more and more assertive handling our relationship, and started to adopt a tone of command when speaking to me. Although for the first few days there wasn't much conversation, things started to come back to normal very much the same they had been before the cage door had been opened. Every now and then I would think of that open door, me inside not risking stepping out lest she'd prepared another trap or God knows what. After some time I started to pay special attention to various noises around the house when Onda wasn't in, and also several phone conversations she had with friends and family. I came to the conclusion that she was leaving for work all right and wouldn't possibly wait for me in the hall every day of her life. That's how my instinctive thirst for freedom started to make my brain work again in that direction, thus planting the seed of the disastrous end to come. 

One day, after much pondering and planning and praying for courage, I decided time had come for me to try again. I'd have to set out right after she'd leave. My aim would be the two balconies in the apartment, either the small one in the kitchen or the big one outside the living room. I knew there would be 3 floors to climb down before touching ground level, but I'd use strings, ropes and ribbons we used to keep in the storage room. I'd only have to be quick and lucky. 

‘M’ morning finally arrived. Onda left for work as usual and I waited a few minutes before coming out. Some last minute fear, though, prevented me from starting right away -what if I failed?- and I lost some valuable hour trying to find my courage again. Finally, after so many weeks, I ventured my first step out. Like the first time, I walked toward the bedroom door and stood there for a few seconds before popping my head out into the hall. This time no marble columns waited for me. The way was clear. 

You'll probably remember that since the day of my shrinking all I had seen of the world in its new dimension was the bedroom around my cage. I had gotten used to that sight all right. But the rest of the house, man, was it different! The main hall, leading from the entrance door and the living room to the 3 other rooms, kitchen and toilets, seemed a mile long. The dimension of things was very confusing and quite intimidating. Everything was in its usual place, though. Before continuing I had a good look around the hall and my eyes eventually rested on the upper wall, near the ceiling. There it was. A little video camera, perched on a metal arm was pointing down at the bedroom door I had just come out from. A small red light indicated the camera was working. This really didn't take me aback since I was expecting some kind of surveillance system. I had decided that if it were a camera Onda would only be able to watch my escape after she returned home, once I had been long gone. As a good-bye gift I gave the camera a finger. 

I went into the kitchen. As expected, the door leading to the small balcony was closed. I managed to drag a little (well, huge) stool against it, climbed on the thing and jumped up, catching the door handle with both my hands. The door was locked, and the key wasn't there. The two windows aside, a bit to my surprise, were covered with a wire mesh that wasn't there before. I had to discard that possibility. 

My next goal was the living room, the largest room in the house, with a long balcony running all along the front. When walking past the camera again though, a paralyzing thought crossed my mind, making me stop dead, a surge of cold sweat covering my entire body. Looking up at the camera again, I confirmed my worst fears: it wasn't a video camera; it was one of those close-circuit security things you see in shops and busses. There was a monitor somewhere. Was I being watched? If I knew Onda, I was. The whole idea of how much time I had left changed in a second. I had to be very quick. I ran to the living room and had a good look at the glass doors leading to the balcony. The huge sliding panes, framed in aluminum and running the length of the balcony were closed and locked with an impossibly tall lever. Right above the panes, though, there were two other sliding, narrow, glass doors, mainly for ventilation purposes, but big enough to allow my body through. One of them was open. My way up there would be through the curtain, rather drawn aside but leading right to the window near the frame. Of course that was only the way up. For the way down I was going to need the strings I have mentioned before. 

I ran to the smallest room in the apartment, used for storage, and managed my way up the old desk on top of which there was the little cardboard box containing such ribbons, strings, and so on. I knocked it down easily, too easily. It was empty. There was something in there, though, and it made my heart stop. A little piece of paper said: ‘Trying to run away, darling?’ 

Oh, my God! 

I stumbled down the desk and ran back to the living room. I was starting to feel confused and very scared. The one thing to do was climb up that curtain and run for my life. After a few minutes of clumsy curtain cliff hanging, I reached the top and stood on the upper frame catching breath. From my vantage point I could see the low houses across the road. As I was trying to work out my next step when I saw the beginning of the end: Onda's car slowly arrived down the road. She parked it and quietly came out. I'll never forget how beautiful she looked, tall and erect in her smart blue executive suit, black stockings and medium high heels, her light brown hair falling gracefully down her shoulders. I'll never forget my fear, either. Why should she be back in the middle of the morning if not for me? The terror of what that meant quickly replaced the pleasure of her sight. There was only one dignified thing for me to do now: fight. 

I climbed down the curtain and stood at the other end of the hall, my heart thumping with fear. My plan was to wait for her to come in and run as heavily as I could against her legs, trying to hit her or something, at least gaining the upper hand in such an unfair contest. 

I stood there, my whole body heaving with audible breath, waiting for her to come in. I heard the lock; there she was. As she turned back to close the door behind her I started my mad race against Goliath, shouting at the top of my voice, like an old warrior. The image must have been quite amusing for her. Onda had plenty of time to turn round again and wait a little for me to get closer. She simply dropped her handbag in front of me, making me stumble badly and roll all the way to the tip of her shoes. 

You should know, my dear friends, that in all these 3 long years Onda owns me, and the numberless times she's spanked and punished me in every possible way, I've never once, not even once, managed to hit back in any effective way. She can do whatever she wants with me and there is nothing I can do against her incredible power. 

I quickly got up to my feet and started running in the opposite direction. Onda advanced a few steps and I felt once more the mighty grip of her hand around my body. Still without uttering a word, she took me back to the bedroom, sat on the bed, proceeded to stretch me on her legs like the first time, and grabbed a house slipper lying down on the floor next to the bed. 

The following spanking could have won a competition. She mercilessly slapped every bit of flesh on my little body. I cried, I shouted, screamed, wept, kicked, shook, twisted, shrieked, trying in vain to set myself free, to avoid the next blow. Nothing helped. She continued hitting, starting to lose a bit of control herself. The pain was excruciating. I wished I'd be dead. My body went flex. I peed and pooed on myself, I vomited; blood was coming out of everywhere. I begged, I pleaded, I supplicated, I screamed for mercy.

"Are you going to disobey me again?” she shouted at me. 

"Noooooo", I cried. 

She repeated the question a million times and a million times I answered it at the top of my lungs. 

"Are you going to disobey me again?!" 

"Noooooooooooooo!!!!! Please, my queen. Noooooooooo!!!!!!! 

She stopped for a few seconds, quite agitated herself, her pretty face transfigured into a lioness's. She roughly pulled my hair back with her long-nailed fingers and, bringing her face closer to mine said in a clear-cut tone, 

"And thank you very much for giving me your finger, darling, but I'm afraid you'll have to take it back." 

And with this she stretched out her middle finger, long nail and all, and shoved it down my open mouth. 

I swear to God, I've never felt anything like that since the day I was born. I don't know where the end of her finger got down to, but I felt it against the end of my butt. My arms spread out violently, my eyes shot wide open in shock, and I realized I couldn't breathe. Still holding me like that Onda placed me back on her legs and resumed the barrage where she had just stopped. My brain was about to blow up. Just when I thought I was saying good-bye to this world, Onda sharply removed her finger. My lip joints were torn open and bleeding badly. Half of that blood went down into my lungs as I desperately tried to catch up breath. I was a mess. I was a mess. Before I even had time to think I heard Onda say, 

"And now, darling, we'll make sure you never try to run away again". And snatching a pair of scissors out of the drawer in the bedside table, she opened them over and under my legs and,

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed, terrified". "No, please, Onda, no, no, no, my queen. I'll be good, I'll obey, I'll do whatever you tell me to, I'll never try to escape again, I'll be your slave if you want, I'll never disobey again, I swear, I swear to God, Onda, please, please Onda, don't, don't. I'm begging you, my queen. Don't cut my legs, please don't, please, please." 

"Shut up, you piece of s..!” she shouted. And, lifting the arm in which she held me, threw me forcibly against my cage. 

I found myself on the floor, still begging, still crying. 

"Come here you son of a b..!" she shouted again. 

I dragged myself on the floor up to her shoes. 

"On your feet, piece of c.." 

I did as well as I could. 

"I want you to kiss my feet, shout loudly that you'll never disobey me again and go run around your cage. Do you understand?" she still shouted. 

"Yes, my queen!” I cried. 

And with this I proceeded to do what she had told me. I kissed her feet, shouted I'd never disobey again, and made a loop round my cage and back to her feet. 

"Do it again, son of a..", she screamed. 

And I did, stumbling against my cage, against some furniture, against Onda's own legs, hardly knowing what I was doing any more. 

"Do it a thousand times, you bastard, a thousand times!" she finished. 

I started to run around God only knows what. I guess I must have passed out after a few rounds, for I don't have any further recollections of that judgment day.