segunda-feira, 16 de maio de 2016
Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband
Parte 14 - Sexuality
The polishing of Onda's shoes marked the beginning of what's been my main
function at home ever since: to serve.
There is hardly anything in the house I don't have to take care of. My size
makes every simple task quite -sometimes very- difficult, but almost never
impossible. A number of devices (either provided by Molly or mysteriously
brought home by Onda) enable me to reach almost everywhere. These consist
mainly of a set of ladders of different lengths, rather light to carry, with
rungs proportional to my body, and rubber ends to prevent them from sliding. I
also use long rods with an interchangeable system of small devices attached to
the ends, with which I can get to the remotest spots and corners. Cleaning,
cooking, ironing, grooming, watering, fixing. You name it. The bulk of my day
is devoted to maintaining the house spotless. What used to take me a few hours
when I was my normal size (on the rare occasions I volunteered to help my wife)
now engages me for most of the week.
I must say I'm quite proud of our home nowadays. Every shelf is dusted; every
piece of metal shines; every room smells good. The whole household is kept to
perfection in order to honor my queen. All this cleaning and maintenance is done
when no one is at home. By the time Onda comes back from work I've pretty much
finished with my chores and gotten dressed nicely for my wife. For from the
minute she enters the apartment my task is to serve her.
Depending on her wishes, I help take her shoes and some clothes off and change
into something more comfortable. I massage her feet, neck, back, shoulders,
legs, arms, or whatever she tells me to. I warm her hands if they are cold; I
scratch her head and brush her beautiful hair. I lie down at her feet for her
to rest on or play with me. I help her wash off her light make-up; I manicure
and pedicure her. I serve her dinner, coffee, a drink. Whatever she needs. Bath
or shower time is the best. I soap her body and shampoo her hair. I clean off every
bit of skin; I deal with any infrequent zit or pimple right away. If Onda is in
the mood and I've behaved myself, she may also wash me in the process. The
pleasures of such occasions could fill up chapters and chapters of a book. And
the sexual intercourse sensations that usually await us are just impossible to
express with words.
All this is nowadays, three years after my shrinking and a number of months
after Onda decided I had achieved the stage to deserve it. The beginning,
though, was quite different and hard. I had to learn everything from scratch
and not without resistance and consequent punishment.
As I told you last time, my first task ever was to polish Onda's shoes. That
same night she ended up squeezing my penis badly when I tried to masturbate in
front of her. I spent most of the next day in my cage, my penis still in pain,
until she came back from work. Once home, my wife ordered me out of my cage and
took me to the kitchen to eat. Then she gave me a small pail with soapy water
and pieces of cloth, brushes and scrubs, and told me to start cleaning the wall
skirting around the house. While she read the paper, watched some TV, and made
a few phone calls, I industriously worked at my job. Of course I couldn't
finish it all, but I managed to do quite well.
As in the previous day, I ended up under the sink faucet again. My desire for
Onda hadn't diminished in the least and my penis grew rock-hard throughout the
shower. I had to fight my impulse to fondle myself for I didn't want to get
punished again.
Masturbation had happened before, but only occasionally. Although I had felt
sexual arousal from the very first time my wife exercised her power over me, it
had taken me very long to understand and, finally, accept it. I had also spent
many months dealing with the healing from her terrible retaliations at my
escape attempts, so my sexuality went into a second plane. But little by
little, I had started to fantasize about her dominating me, and the situation
multiplied itself when I was allowed out of my cage and the psychological
interaction shifted from a captor-prisoner to a master-slave one. The first
physical contact, as when I had to massage her feet, marked the beginning of my
mad desire.
Obviously Onda was aware of this process, but her plans didn't seem to include
any sort of sexual manifestations, which made everything only harder. Her
official banning of masturbation came at the worst possible time and I just
couldn't obey it. During the following days, when my wife wasn't home and I was
in my cage, I masturbated frantically, cumming seven -sometimes more- times a
day. It got a little better after a while, but I was still extremely horny when
one evening, while massaging Onda's feet, she said,
"Pril, I told you clearly a while ago that you're not allowed to
masturbate. Do you remember that?"
"Y- Yes", I responded a bit hesitantly.
"Have you been doing it?” she asked.
"N- No, Onda, I haven't", I lied, already starting to regret it.
"You also know you're not allowed to lie, don't you?” she added a little
more firmly.
"Of course, Onda", I added quickly, trying to sound matter-of-fact,
knowing I was getting into deep trouble.
"So you aren't lying to me when you say that you aren't
masturbating", she said slowly.
"No, my queen. I'm not lying", I finished quietly, starting to pray.
And with this, she reached out for her bag and pulled out a little transparent
plastic container, not unlike camera films, which had inside a few drops of a
clear substance.
"This container", Onda explained, "has in it some very
interesting stuff that won't do any harm if you are telling the truth. If you
are lying, though, it will make your pee turn blue, as a consequence of the
sperm residue around your genital organs. And I really hope you aren't lying
Prilly, because if your pee-pee turns blue, it will still be a light tone
compared to the color of your penis when I've done with you."
Then she opened the container, placed it on the floor next to me and said,
"Pee in it"
My heart sank. My legs began to shake. A cold sweat bathed me in a second.
"Onda", I said, "I."
"Pee in it!” Onda said, raising her voice a little.
I slowly pulled my thing out of my toga. It looked very little and it was
extremely crumpled. There were also a few drops of pee that had involuntarily
come out, consequence of my fear. A ridiculous jet of pee went right into the
container. It turned deep blue immediately.
Onda slowly took up the container, rose to her feet, and started to walk to the
kitchen. I meekly trotted after her, my fear growing, as I still didn't know
what she would do to me.
"Onda", I called. There was no answer.
"Onda, please", my voice betrayed my panic. "Please, Onda, I
couldn't help it. My queen, I dream of you."
Without even looking at me she threw the container into the garbage can and
walked back to the living room. I was still following her, sobbing at her feet,
trying to get her attention. She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and easily
took me up from the floor and placed me on her lap. With an indifferent look
and never answering my pleadings, she removed my toga and passed a finger
across my arms, fixing them tight behind my back. With the other fingers of the
same hand she grabbed my legs and bent them firmly back, thus holding all my
extremities behind me and exposing my body for her to operate. She was very
calm, fully in control.
"When I give you an order, what do you have to do?” came the inevitable
question.
"Obey, my, queen. Please, I beg from you." I started to cry,
desperate with terror.
Onda took my penis with her fingers, right at the joint with my testicles, and
squeezed it until I felt it was being pulverized. The pain was excruciating, I
cried in agony. Then she slowly worked her way down to my tip, very slowly, bit
by bit. She continued to pinch and squeeze hard every section of my thing, with
different fingers, in different positions. I was burning with ache; I couldn't
take it anymore. I tried to break free from her grip with the little strength I
had left, but it was in vain. She held me tight with her hand; there was
nothing I could do. As my frustration grew, my fear got hold once more of my
whole self and I started to beg disconsolately for mercy. It fell on deaf ears.
Once she finished with her fingers she started to use her nails, which she's
always kept rather long. My agony became even more intense; I seriously started
to be concerned about the future of my penis. I cried like mad, my sight got
blurred behind my tears, and I bit badly my own lips.
"What do you have to do when I give you an order?” her voice hadn't lost
even a little of composure.
"Obey! Obey!" I shouted at the top of my voice.
"Are you going to lie again?" she asked, still calmly.
"No, my queen. No, please, no."
Then the worst came. She took my testicles between her fingers and started to
apply her punishment to them. The first squeeze sent the pain up to my throat.
A jet of vomit came out of my mouth and I became immediately dizzy. From then
on my recollections of the rest of it are very confused. I know she worked at
her "correction" for quite a long time. I also remember she asked me
once more about the obedience and about masturbating. If I answered, I don't
remember what I said, but I have no doubt that I got the message. The message
I've been getting from the beginning of things. The message that rules my life.
domingo, 15 de maio de 2016
Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband
Parte 13 - First ‘free’ day
The day after, I waited impatiently for Onda's return from work. Once she
walked into the room she ordered me out of the cage and said,
"Pril, today you'll be allowed to be out of your cage without the ribbon
around your neck. You are to keep close to me, though, and not walk away unless
I tell you. If I happen to send you beyond the reach of my sight you are to
finish quickly what you are told to do and come back to me immediately. Any
unnecessary delay won't be tolerated. Is that clear?"
"Yes, my queen", I said.
Right after this Onda rose to her feet and walked out of the room. I followed
her closely, as I had done when guided by the ribbon. First we went to the
kitchen for supper as usual. It still felt funny not to have the ring around my
neck, but I was really enjoying the new way. Then we continued to the living
room. Onda sat on the sofa and, removing her office shoes, said to me,
"Take them to the bedroom and bring my slippers instead."
I was a little taken aback, since it would be the first time I'd have to go to
a different room from where she was. But the look Onda gave me corrected my
hesitation right away. Her shoe size is more or less my height, but they are
relatively light to carry, so I took both of them at once and came back with
her slippers as quickly as I could. As I put them down next to her feet she
said,
"Massage them".
I grabbed one of her feet with both my hands and started working my way from
her toes down. I pressed as hard as I could, digging my thumbs into her soles.
My wife has always been an extremely clean person and, although I could smell
the day's sweat, it was by no means unbearable.
"That's good, sweetie", Onda said as I massaged on. It was probably
the first compliment I had heard from her in well over a year and, although
flattered, I also thought it was gaining me some kudos and I adopted a more
relaxed way. After a few seconds she slightly shifted position when I was still
working on a certain spot.
"Hey, don't move them yet", I complained.
Before I knew it I saw Onda jump up to her feet, put her hands on her hips, and
look at me with threatening eyes.
"What did you say?” she demanded.
"I - I hadn't finished with your."
Onda pushed me with her right foot and knocked me down to the floor.
"Onda I."
She slowly started to press her foot over my flattened body, her big toe right
under my chin.
"Is it just my imagination or have I just heard you trying to tell me what
to do?” she asked, increasing the pressure.
Her toe was choking my throat and her foot squeezing my whole being. I tried to
speak again but she pressed her toe on my throat even more.
"If I want to move my feet I'll do it, and you'll shut your mouth. If I
want to do whatever I feel like doing, you'll stay there without uttering a
word until I tell you what to do. Is that understood?"
I managed to give out a "Yes" and she released the pressure pushing
me forward in the process. I rolled a little over myself and managed to stand
back on my feet. Onda sat again on the sofa and said,
"Now continue with your work and don't say another word".
I obeyed and continued to massage until I was told to stop.
"Now put my slippers on my feet", she ordered.
I did.
Onda crossed her legs and sent me to bring her the newspaper. It was lying on
the desk and I reached it climbing on a chair. When I gave it to her she
ordered me to sit down. After a quarter of an hour or so she put it down and
stood up.
"Come with me", she said.
I followed her into the bedroom. She had brought with her a section of the
paper, which she dropped on the floor, next to me.
"Stretch it out and put my shoes on it".
And she disappeared for a few minutes before coming back with a little bag,
which she also dropped next to me.
"In that bag you'll find shoe polish and several brushes and pieces of
cloth", she said. "I want you to polish the pair of shoes I just took
off and leave it clean as new". And she added, "Pril, this is going
to be one of your regular obligations, so you better start getting used to
it".
And with this she just left the room and I found myself standing in front of
this huge pair of shoes, facing a job I couldn't even figure out how to
realize. The shoe business took me a long time. I have always been quite
meticulous about my own hygiene and appearance, but I would have never dreamed
of cleaning anyone else's shoes, not even my wife's. Now I had to apply all my
efforts to this task, and what I wouldn't dream of was refusing to do it. When
I finished I found my whole body covered with black polish, from my face and
toga down to my bare feet. I was also sweating and dying for some washing. My
first impulse was to go to the living room and tell Onda I had finished, but I
was afraid she'd punish me because she hadn't told me to do that. I was right.
I just waited there double checking the shoes and tidying up the little mess I
had left where I worked.
Onda came to the room and took one of the shoes in her hands. She examined it
exhaustibly and nodded with approval as I waited expectantly. Then she took the
other one and nodded again.
"Well done", she said. "Follow me", she added.
I followed her to the bathroom.
"Take off your clothes", she ordered.
Once I did this she grabbed me by my chest and put me gently in the sink and
proceeded to turn on the faucet right above my head. She also handed me a small
bar of soap, like those you see in hotels, which was quite large for me but not
impossible to handle. She sat on the bathtub edge and watched me as I showered.
I hadn't had a warm bath since the day I had been shrunken. The feeling was
absolute bliss. The sight of Onda overlooking my nudity didn't go without
effect. I couldn't stop looking back at her beauty, neither could I prevent an
embarrassing erection which lasted throughout the whole shower. Towards the end
I couldn't refrain myself anymore and I started caressing my penis, rubbing it
with my hands.
"Stop that", came Onda's command.
I tried to obey but my desire was making me mad. I continued rubbing, gradually
increasing the speed, my eyes rolling in ecstasy. Onda quickly flipped the
faucet off and firmly grabbed my penis between her thumb and index. She pressed
it so badly that all the pleasurable process building up turned instantly into
killing pain.
"No masturbation", Onda said stressing her words. "You are not
to masturbate either in my presence or behind my back, whether I'm home or not.
You owe me complete chastity and it's yet to be seen what we'll do about your
little needs".
She squeezed my thing even more, making me twist with pain.
"If I ever discover that you've disobeyed me in this respect I won't spare
you any suffering. You're mine, and so is your sex".
And with this she let go of my penis. I bent over myself, badly hurt,
completely wet, and utterly confused. Then she put me back on the floor, handed
me my second rough toga and made me follow her into the bedroom. As usual, I
kissed her feet good night and limped back into my cage ending, thus, my first
‘free’ day.
sábado, 14 de maio de 2016
Giantess Goddess
Não adianta se esconder seu vermezinho porque eu vou te achar !! Acho melhor você aparecer agora para o seu próprio bem !!
Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband
Parte 12 - Training
My training with the red satin ribbon and ring around my neck lasted several
weeks. Onda kept me tightly under her direct control, constantly pulling or
releasing the ribbon to create a sort of natural instinct in me to know exactly
at what distance from her she wanted me to be. The ribbon became my constant
companion, even in sleeping. Before going into my cage at night, I had to roll
it up and keep it next to me until ordered to come out again. I also got used
to washing myself with it and perform any action with the ring round my neck.
When called out of my cage, I had to hand Onda her end of the ribbon, which she
would take with her strong, huge fingers, 6 times the size of mine, 6 times as
strong. I couldn't stop marveling at this.
During those weeks I had no alternative but to follow Onda everywhere in the
house. When stopping I would usually receive a command to sit down, stay on my
feet, lie down, and so on. When going to the toilet she'd keep me next to her
but make me look the other way so I couldn't see her naked. I could smell her
panties on the ground, I could sense her body odors, but I wasn't allowed to
look at her, which, of course, had its inevitable effects.
My sexual desire grew by the day. The stricter she watched me, the tighter her
grip on me, the more aroused I got. I couldn't stop thinking about Onda in her
amazing size, her imposing presence. She knew what to do with me and did it
with complete assertiveness. As long as I obeyed she'd let me be, but if I ever
showed the least resistance or even delay in carrying out her commands, her
punishment would await me on the spot. Once, for instance, I took too long to
do what she had told me. She simply took the ribbon and tied her end of it to a
doorknob, tight enough for me to stand on the tip of my toes but not to rest on
my whole foot soles. I couldn't let go either, since the ring would start
throttling me. In the meantime she continued casually walking around the house,
hardly paying any attention to me and my little struggle against my impossible
position. After a few hours, in which the pain in my legs grew almost
unbearable, Onda came up to me and asked,
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Pril?"
"Yes, my queen", I replied through my stiff throat. "I'm sorry
to have been slow in doing what you told me to. I deserved my punishment. It
won't happen again".
And with this, she undid the knot and I collapsed down to the floor, at her
powerful feet.
The number of chores she gave me to do also increased drastically. Do you
remember the first one, on my first night out of the cage, when she told me to
hand her the TV remote control? Well, anything possible, anything within my
reach, at my height, became part of my obligations. For instance, I started to
carry her coffee from the kitchen into the living room. It wasn't as heavy as
it was uncomfortable, and I had to be very careful, for not only was it quite
hot, but spilling was absolutely forbidden.
She also provided me with my first clothing ever. So far all I had had was some
rough material, which I had used in my cage bed to cover myself at night. I had
never been allowed to take it out of there, so I had always walked naked around
the house. One day Onda gave me a couple of togas she had made for me. When I
tried them on she smiled a little and said she'd have to find someone to take
care of that. That was the first time she ever mentioned anyone else entering
our little world. I didn't know it then, but she was talking about Molly.
Together with my chores, Onda also made sure I would become obedient beyond any
reason, whether I knew it or not. We started to perform a few minutes of
"obedience" a night, which became the foreword to the Ten
Commandments, which continue to this day, as you know. In the obedience
sessions I had to do whatever she’d tell me to, immediately and without
questions. The whole scene could resemble quite well what you see in the circus
with tamed bears, or at a friend's with his dog. Onda would sit on a sofa or
chair and make me sit, stand, run around, hop, jump, dance, sing, play dead,
and numerous other "tricks" that extremely humiliated me at the
beginning. I tried to resist them, but her terrible punishments made any
attempts absolutely impossible. I was hers, for her to do with me what she
wanted.
Finally, one night, before saying good night at my cage door, Onda sat on her
bed and said,
"Pril, on your knees". I did as she said. "You seem to have gone
through this stage quite well. You're being a good and obedient boy. How do you
feel about it?"
"I feel very well about it, my queen. I'm only happy you're pleased".
"Good", she replied. "From tomorrow on we'll continue as today,
but without the ribbon. You'll still keep close to me, unless I tell you
otherwise, but the ring will be off.
“Take it off,” she ordered and, as when ‘I’ had put it on, I tried for a few
minutes to get rid of it, but I couldn't.
"Come here", she said.
And taking me in one of her hands, she grabbed the ring with the other and
pulled it very hard upwards. The miracle worked again. My chin, nose and ears
were a bit hurt, but the ring was off. Within my very limited possibilities, I
was becoming a free man.
"Now kiss my feet and get into your cage", she ordered.
Still feeling a little funny without the ring around my neck and throat, I
walked into my cage, looking forward to the next day.
sexta-feira, 13 de maio de 2016
Giantess Goddess
Muito bem agora podemos continuar a nossa conversa !! Quem o Senhor estava chamando mesmo de vadia e incompetente ??
Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband
Parte 11 - Dr. Elde
I guess three years as a shrunken husband aren't easy to sum up in a few pages.
Onda has been reading what I've written so far and told me to continue to
introduce you to some of the other people who form my limited world.
I have already told you about Molly and her husband, fictitious or not. Onda's
mother, Miss Emma, should probably come next, but Onda says it's about time to
mention Dr. Elde, who, as you'll see is by far the central figure of us all.
I met Dr. Elde (will I ever know her first name?) after meeting Molly, Onda's
mom and Saskya, well after my basic training had been completed. Dr. Elde
(pronounced as in ‘elder’) is a medical doctor, more specifically a
psychiatrist. She is the shrink my wife started seeing about six months before
I was shrunken. Funny as the pun may sound, from the very beginning something
has been telling me that both events are somehow interrelated. This is only a
hunch, albeit an important one, but it's been formed by little hints and
eavesdropping, which is inevitable when you live with someone under the same
roof.
There is only one word to describe Dr. Elde: perfection.
Have you ever seen Michelangelo's David, with its physical beauty and
perfection of shape? Have you ever stood in front of a Canaleto painting to
admire its architectural structure where every line converges into an
exaltation of symmetry? Have you ever opened your ears and let a fugue by Bach
invade the secrets of your soul by its mathematical music? Have you ever lost
yourself in a Shakespeare's sonnet with its poetry, verse, and idea? Have you
ever witnessed the sun rise from the sea or sink into the mountains? If you
have, if you've gone through the bliss of these unforgettable experiences,
you'll begin to have an idea of what I felt the day I met Dr. Elde, which is
what I still feel today, more than a year after.
She is 50 years old and very, very tall. Most men would have to look up at her.
Yet the proportions in her body make her look as the daintiest, most delicate
of females you've ever seen. Her legs are very long and slender, her feet a
work of art. Her arms are equally attractive, with beautiful, perfect hands
that end in long, straight, heavenly fingers, crowned by carefully manicured
nails. Her upper body is long and stylish, with a good-sized, perky bust. Her
princess-like neck leads to the most glorious part of her body, her head. She
has the most perfect face you can imagine, with high cheek-bones, big mouth
with two straight lines of very white teeth, a Scandinavian kind of nose and
deep, deep, beautifully intelligent blue eyes. Her blond hair is, more often
than not, gathered up into an aristocratic bun. Her demeanor and presence are
fantastic. Her taste in clothing is superb and she'll only wear the very best.
Whatever she puts on makes her look like the goddess she is. But all this makes
an even more effective impression when you hear her voice and how she inflects
it. Think of a flowing brook of honey and you'll get an idea of what her speech
sounds like.
When I first saw her I couldn't believe my eyes, for she was the angel I had
seen in my dreams when healing from Onda's second spanking. She was the
protective celestial being coming down from heaven to reassure me and tell me
everything would be all right. To this day the truth hasn't been revealed to me
and I haven't been able to work it out by myself. Is there some hypnosis
involved in this?
Contrary to Onda, Miss Emma, Molly, and the others, Dr. Elde has never given me
an order or even talked to me but in the most tactful and respectful of ways.
Her smile could disarm a mad gorilla; the delicacy of her movements could
seduce a eunuch. I've always been at a loss for words in front of her. She is
so superior.
The customary way for me to greet guests is kissing their feet, as Onda taught
me. But when I met Dr. Elde my sight got stuck in her eyes and I couldn't move.
Onda had to push my butt with the tip if her shoe a little for me to react.
When I placed my lips on Dr. Elde's high heeled, classy, velvety leather shoes
for my kiss I felt I could have died in that position. The doctor smiled
sweetly at me and asked me how I was.
All through that afternoon I ran like crazy from the living room to the kitchen
in order to offer Dr. Elde the best possible service with the tea I brought
them. I was also very surprised when the doctor asked my wife whether she'd
allow me to stay a little and chat with them. As with most of Dr. Elde's polite
requests, Onda immediately consented. I was also allowed to bring one of my own
chairs and sit in front of both of them. I was absolutely mesmerized by her
incredible legs.
"Darling,” Onda reproached me, “I'll give exactly one second to stop being
rude by staring at Dr. Elde's legs and start looking at her face as she talks
to you".
quinta-feira, 12 de maio de 2016
Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband
Parte 10 - A ring around my neck
After a few minutes Onda rose from her chair and, standing very close to me,
pulled the ribbon a little and said,
"Look at me".
Although I had been my new size for a whole year I had always looked and talked
to Onda from my cage, and she had always kept certain distance when interacting
with me. Once or twice I had seen her more closely together, especially during
my first escape attempt, when I mistook her legs for a pair of white columns.
But, all in all, I was pretty used to some space between us. That's why to look
at her now, while standing right next to her legs, was so scary. She was simply
huge. Think of the difference between looking at an elephant from the safety of
a far fence in the zoo to suddenly finding yourself between the animal's legs.
Once I met her eyes she said,
"We are now starting our closer partnership. Always be careful not to
stand or walk right in front of me, for I could easily squash you. Just watch
your step and make sure you aren't in my way."
And with this she started to walk. Although she walked rather slowly, I had to
kind of trot in order to keep pace. The ring around my neck constantly
corrected any difference in rhythm between us through Onda's dexterous pulling
of the ribbon. First we went to the kitchen. It was evening and Onda hadn't
eaten yet. She took a few things from the fridge and put them on the kitchen
counter to prepare something. I stood next to her legs looking up at her immensity
as she cut and chopped vegetables I couldn't see. She put everything on a small
tray and carried it to the table. I ran at her side. Onda sat on a stool,
crossed her huge legs under the table and brought down in her hand a coaster
containing some food for me.
"Sit down on the ground next to my feet and eat all this,” she ordered.
"When you finish off stand up on your feet again and wait." she
added.
I took the coaster (which was like a very big plate for me) from her hand,
walked a few steps up to where her feet were, and sat down as she had said. I
also stood again once I finished. I hadn't really been that hungry but I
finished off my food all right as she said. I was going to be a good boy. I
don't think she could see whether I was sitting or standing, but she sure could
guess by the movement of the ribbon. After a quarter of an hour she said.
"Pril, come out from under the table with your coaster and give it back to
me."
I did as she said. It was amazing to see her easily taking with two fingers a
little coaster that was like a round tray for me. She put the dirty dishes in
the dishwasher and switched off the kitchen light. Our next stop was the living
room. I followed her closely as she walked down the corridor into the room and
up to the sofa. She sat on it, crossed her legs and, pointing to the TV remote
control on the low coffee table, said,
"Bring it to me".
These simple words would form the first chore Onda ever ordered me to do. The
first of so many to come to this very day.
I grabbed the thing with both my hands and passed it to her.
"Sit down", Onda commanded.
And with this she clicked the TV on and started to surf the channels. I hadn't
watched a second of TV (or, for that matter, hadn't done anything at all but
wait and suffer) for a whole year; so I could have enjoyed just about anything.
Onda stayed a few seconds on each channel before going on to the next one.
Jerry Springer was on, too. Neither of us was a big fan of that show, although
once I had forced Onda to watch an episode in which they talked about battered
women, just to show her that she wasn't the only one. Like a joke from destiny,
the issue tonight was something like "He married her because she was big,
but left her for an even bigger one". And you could see these two huge fat
women wrestling and insulting each other over this scrawny little eyeglassed
fellow who was trying to separate them, all three of them rolling on the stage
like monkeys. I looked up at Onda and she glanced back at me. Did I see the
faintest shadow of a smile on her face?
Eventually she found some uninteresting, half-started movie, which was the only
entertaining thing going on at that hour of the night. In spite of the renewed
pleasure of watching TV, the boring movie plus the fact that I was at last out
of my cage, made my mind work in a different direction. I started looking
around from my very low, sitting position, still surprised at the size of
everything. Much as I tried to look for variety, it was Onda's feet and legs
that eventually became the focus of my interest. I was so close to them and
they looked so incredibly beautiful! How come I had never noticed in the past
how attractive they were when looked at from the ground? How come I had always
understood sexual arousement by trying to dominate my women? My helplessness at
my wife's size, my fear of her strength, the stupid ring around my neck, and
the ribbon leading right into her powerful hand. What was happening to me? I
felt so horny!
I continued to stare at those feet, one of them comfortably hanging as her legs
were crossed. God, it was so beautiful! Suddenly, all that year of suffering
and restriction in my cage seemed to be a necessary step for me to understand
what I myself was all about. Was Onda guiding me to my true self, to being a
little foot adorer expecting his mistress's orders? I started to feel a kind of
communion with Onda. I was wrapped in a shroud of love I had never felt before.
And I had to show it to her; to express, somehow, my new feelings.
Following an urgent impulse, I rose to my feet and gave a step or two toward
her towering legs in order to kiss them. But before I knew it, I felt the ring
catching my throat and my whole body fly high into the air.
"Just what do you think you are doing!" came her booming voice.
She had risen to her feet and pulled up the ribbon, with me at the end of it. I
tried to catch the ring with my hands while my body oscillated from side to
side across Onda's huge breast. I also fought to find some firm ground under my
feet, kicking in the air, my breathing blocked. Onda frowned at me while
watching and said,
"Didn't I tell you to sit down on the floor and not move? Who on earth
gave you permission to stand up?" And she added, "Let me explain it
to you this way".
And with this she sat down again, put me down on the coffee table, grabbed one
of my naked feet with her middle finger behind my heel and her thumb in front
of my big toe, and pressed them together with the grip of a vise. My foot
arched in pain and my body fell on its back trying to wriggle itself out of
that position. Onda immediately caught my other foot with her other hand
keeping both my feet thus pressed. She eased the grip somewhat and ordered,
"Look at me".
Still with my feet trapped in her hands I managed to sit on my butt and look at
her eyes.
"Onda, I was just tr"
She tightened her grip. I felt the pain creeping up my legs.
"Yes, darling, I'm listening" she said with an indifferent voice.
I tried to speak again but she squeezed my feet even more.
"Please", I whined.
"Listen to me, Pril" she commanded. "When I give you an order I
expect full obedience. I told you to sit down on the floor and that's exactly
what you are to do. I don't care if you have an itch, if your legs go to sleep
or if your little erection is putting funny ideas into your head (how did she
know?). There is only one thing for you to do. I've said it before and I'll
repeat it now: obey! And that's all I want to see. Is that understood?"
"Yes, my queen", I managed to say.
Onda released my feet, which I started rubbing with my hands. My puny little
naked body must have been a pretty amusing sight for her. I realized she was
looking at me as I struggled to stand up again. Very slowly she brought her
hand closer to my face, her long nailed fingers stretched forward. She caught
my chin between her thumb and index fingernails and, pulling my entire body up,
her eyes shining with triumph, she said,
"You are mine, Pril. You're mine in body, soul and mind. You're so mine
you don't have an idea".
My wife looked with some contempt at my fully erected penis and she let my chin
go. Then she pulled up the ribbon and lifted me in the air and down to the
floor, next to her feet.
"Now lie down on the ground and don't move till I tell you,” she ordered.
And, believe me, I did as she said.
quarta-feira, 11 de maio de 2016
Giantess Goddess
Meu Deus como você é pequeno !! Mas tenho certeza que iremos encontrar uma forma de nos divertirmos essa noite !!
Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband
Parte 9 - I’m allowed out
Three weeks later, exactly a year after my shrinking, Onda came into the
bedroom, sat on a chair and ordered,
"Pril, come out of your cage and up to me".
I did as she said, my feet a bit uncertain on the ground. She was still wearing
her smart office outfit, but had removed her shoes and replaced them with her
slippers (the same ones she had nearly destroyed my body with). As I was coming
up to her she crossed her legs into a professional position. My wife's legs
have always been very attractive, shapely more than thin. Her body language
betrayed control more than comfort. She had never exposed them to me in such an
obvious way since my shrinking. I couldn't help thinking how terrifyingly beautiful
they were. I also felt quite intimidated by their size and proximity to me. She
looked so incredibly in control.
"Pril", she said, "as I told you the other day, from now on we
are starting a new stage in your education." (‘We?’ I thought). "For
the next few minutes I want you to listen carefully to what I say and not to
interrupt. If you have any questions you'll be allowed to ask them in the end.
Is that clear?"
"Yes", I replied.
"I'm sorry?” she demanded.
"Yes, my queen". I corrected myself.
"Whenever I instruct you, as I'm doing now, you are to kiss both my feet,
kneel down with your hands behind your back, and look right into my eyes. Do
it!"
I did as she had ordered. From my kneeling position she looked absolutely
imposing. Her blue eyes had the glimmer of victory in them.
"Good", she said. "From now on, you'll be allowed out of your
cage while I'm at home. In actual fact, when I'm here you are not to be in your
cage at all unless I send you back to it. On the other hand, the minute I leave
the house, you'll get back to your cage and spend there whatever amount of time
I'm not here." She paused for a few seconds. "At least in the
beginning, whenever you're out of your cage you'll have to be right next to me,
always on the floor, either standing, sitting, kneeling or lying down,
according to my orders. You're not to leave my side unless I tell you to, and
you're to accompany me wherever I move within the apartment. To make things
easier for you and me, I'll keep you leashed to me with this".
And, with that, she unrolled a piece of long, thin, satin ribbon, at the end of
which there was a golden ring attached. The thing rolled down her crossed leg
and I found it lying next to me.
"Put it down your head, around your neck", she commanded.
I tried to do it but the ring kept getting stuck in my ears and nose, making
the way to my neck impossible.
"Stop", Onda said dryly. She leaned down, stretched forward two
strong fingers forming a V around my head and, before I knew it, she gave the
ring a quick push down to my neck. I felt my nose and ears go red and hot, but
no damage had been done. God, her strength was absolutely fabulous. Taking the
ribbon with her fingers, Onda leaned back again and pulled it a little, making
my body tilt forward.
"That's good", she said. "Any questions?"
"Yes, my queen", said I. "How long am I supposed to go through
this stage?"
Together with my last word, Onda got suddenly up to her feet, her huge body
towering over me like a mountain. The ring caught my chin and raised my little
body off the floor up into the air. I desperately grabbed the ring trying in
vain to do something about it, while hanging like a pendulum and kicking in the
air.
"Look at me!” she ordered. Still hanging and choking, I did.
"That is a question I don't want to hear any more, at any stage, under any
circumstances. Is that understood or do I need to bring my slipper into the
picture to explain things to your butt?"
"No, no, my queen", I answered with gruff voice in despair.
"It's understood, my queen, perfectly understood".
"Good boy", she said, and abruptly eased the ribbon, making me fall
clumsily to the floor.
"Now to your position. The lesson is over. Kiss my feet, thank me and
stand next to my shoes." I did as she said and stood there, next to her
huge feet, waiting for whatever might come next.
terça-feira, 10 de maio de 2016
Giantess Goddess
Comece a correr agora seu vermezinho se não quiser ser esmagado pelos meus sapatos !!
Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband
Parte 8 - Resignation
For many, many days to come I lived in a blur of pain and anguish. My whole
body was sore, I could hardly move. I don't think there were any broken bones,
but most of my skin was badly swollen and covered with bruises. The worst part
was my mouth, where my lip-joints had been torn open by Onda's finger. I found
it almost impossible to eat, even drink. My only comfort was sleeping. I slept
an awful lot, although most of it was constantly interrupted by strange
nightmares in which Onda was breaking me physically and psychologically. I
would also jump from my sleep in fear every time I'd hear the door lock in the
morning, evening or any other time of the day.
It was also around this time that I started to dream of the angel. The angel
was a perfect giantess, kind and beautiful, that came down from heaven to heal
my wounds. She'd sit next to me, take me gently in her mighty hands, and apply
balms and ointments to my damaged body, while whispering words of comfort and
encouragement. These dreams would become of capital importance (and form the
beginning of my suspicion) the day I met Dr. Elde.
Very, very slowly, I started to recover. My skin and mouth got better and I
found it easier to eat and drink. I also got up to my feet and started to do a
little gym in the small space of my cage. The supply of food and water never
dwindled. Now there was also a little container with some kind of salve Onda
had ordered me to rub into my wounds. Aside from her uncontrolled anger of the
beginning, Onda had come back to normal, although ever more assertive and in
charge than before. Her power had grown proportionally to my weakness.
The cage door, of course, remained open, although I started to completely
forget about it. There was no possible escape and that was it. I understood
more and more that the only sensible thing for me to do was to stay there and
obey every one of Onda's commands, hoping to gain her trust back and, maybe, be
let out at some point.
One day, after quite a few weeks and almost completely recovered, I felt an
urgent need to make up with Onda. I don't know how, but something was telling
me that I had to talk to her and apologize for my past behavior. This was quite
a new feeling in me, but I had to do it.
"Onda", I said quietly when she got back home.
"Yes?” she answered cautiously.
"I'd like to talk to you about something".
"You'd better think it over if it's to do with your cage, Pril", she
replied with a warning tone.
"It's not about the cage, Onda", I added. She waited.
"Onda, I'd like to apologize for my behavior during the past many months,
and also for everything I did to you when I was my normal size. I understand
and accept everything you did to me, including the punishments when I tried to
escape. I don't intend my words to fool you. I just need to get them out of my
chest. I really mean what I say."
Onda, standing next to the cage and looming over me, took a few seconds to
think about what I'd just said. Then she asked,
"Do you know how long you've been in that cage now?"
I said I didn't.
"Next month, a year".
‘A year!’ I thought.
"In three weeks", she added, "when the year is over, we'll have
a little chat about our next step for your reeducation. In the meantime just
stay there and be a good boy. And, till then that's all I want to hear from you
about your situation, good or bad. Is that clear?" “
“Yes, my queen”, I finished quietly.
It had been the first time in my life I had apologized to Onda about anything. It
seemed to have left her pretty unmoved.
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