We know, don’t we? We know what the giantess meant when she asked “Who wants to be first?” Only poor little Shrimp Boy doesn’t realise that the thing he’s tied to is a giant strap-on. And that’s where we left him – tied firmly to the Spiteful Giantess’s strap-on, all oiled up and ready – jutting out from her hips. In their excitement to begin this new game with the little tiny man, the giantess sisters were ignoring Shrimp Boy’s protestations. Even though he didn’t know what they were going to do with him, he at least had sense enough to know that he wasn’t going to like it! Or, was he…? Perhaps that might depend upon which one of the sisters was “going to be first”. It’s true that he felt considerably cheered up (not to mention hardened up) at the sight of the Beautiful Giantess kneeling on the edge of the huge bed, her dress up around her waist, and the Stupid Giantess peeling down the pretty, lacy panties. Her thighs were parted and the cleft between her smooth,firm buttocks had a sort of entrancing effect on Shrimp Boy – not to mention the effect it had on his little penis. “Now what?” asked the Stupid Giantess (I told you she was stupid, didn’t I?) In answer, the Spiteful Giantess merely laughed and the Beautiful Giantess said breathlessly, PLEASE! Which, as we all know, could mean a lot of things. Certainly our intrepid hero had a wonderful view as the Spiteful Giantess approached the bed, grabbed her sister’s hips and positioned the strap-on (and of course Shrimp Boy) at the entrance of her sister’s pretty cunt. Shrimp Boy was close enough to feel the heat emanating from the moist flesh and marvelled at the shades of pink and red looming over his tiny head. For a moment his life flashed before his eyes (it only took a moment – he hadn’t actually done much yet) and Shrimp Boy found himself at yet another crossroads in his short life. Should he simply accept his fate, at the risk of his life? After all, what a way to die – engulfed by the glorious giant cunt! Or should he struggle to escape? The little tiny man took a deep breath, partly in an attempt to survive the ordeal facing him and partly to savour the intoxicating aroma coming from the Beautiful Giantess’s labia. His teeny tiny cock was fully prepared to do it’s part – acting as a sort of brake – as it hardened and swelled to it’s full microscopic size. It throbbed and pulsated eagerly – sensing the fulfilment of it’s desire for release. Shrimp Boy felt the moist flesh press against his little face and then, just before he was at the stage where he wouldn’t have been able to hear anything, he heard the Stupid Sister say “Wait – stop!” and felt himself being withdrawn. What is it now? Will Shrimp Boy’s cock ever find itself inside the Beautiful Sister? Will it ever find fulfilment? Will the Stupid Giantess ever shut up? To find out the answers to these – and other vital questions – you’ll have to look out for the next episode of the Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy.

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I see you looking at me. That hot glance across the room – hot enough to burn me – if I were susceptible to such glances. But then, you don’t know any better. You’ve never seen me before. Never seen me in this dark old pub, almost hidden in the alley. You ask the barman what I’m drinking and send over another Bushmills. I barely glance at you as I drink it. But you’re more than glancing at me now. You’re devouring me with your eyes. My hair, my long crossed legs in silk stockings, my high heeled shoe dangling from the end of my toes. You try to catch my eye. Why won’t I look at you? You know you’re attractive. Normally, you can take your pick of any woman in any room. You’re so cocky, cocksure – cock-happy even.

I walk past your table as I head toward the door. As I pass, I look directly into your eyes for the first time – and you’re lost. The fragrance I leave in my wake leaves you breathless and you know you must follow. As the pub door closes behind you, you see me disappearing around a bend in the alley and you follow me – powerless to resist. At first you don’t see me – you don’t realise I’m there until you feel a hand at your crotch. A fierce, grabbing hand. I whisper in your ear – telling you not to resist – as if you could, as if you wanted to! I whisper other things. Taboo, forbidden things. Things that make you think I could see inside you from the first moment, that I know all your deep, dark secrets, your hidden desires. I push you face-first against the wall and start tugging down your pants. The hard, cold stone presses into your face. How is it you’re unable to resist? A big strong man like you being pushed around by a woman! But then, the power I have over you isn’t exactly physical, is it? Now I’m pushing you – pushing you down onto the ground. Surely I don’t expect you to kneel in this dark, filthy alley? Oh, but I do! There are noises in the darkness – soft furtive noises – and, beyond that, laughter and shouting from people leaving the pub. What if someone comes around the corner and sees you kneeling there – pants around your knees? It’s cold out here, the breath from the two of us combining into a cloud around us. Despite the cold, despite this strange, possibly treacherous situation, you feel your cock rising. I’m whispering in your ear again. Whispering words so obscene that you feel yourself blushing absurdly in the darkness. Words to make a sailor blush. And all the time I’m touching you. Touching your penis, your testicles, your buttocks, your tight little hole. Touching you so quickly that you’re unable to keep up with the sensations. You feel violated, afraid, humiliated, and yet deeply stirred and aroused. You’re made helpless by the conflicting emotions. You feel something pressing against your arse – something hard, persistent and you feel the stretch as I begin to fuck you with my strap-on. You try to protest, to scream, anything – but my hand is over your mouth and, really, do you want someone to come to your aid? I push again and and your head begins to swim as I slide my dildo relentlessly up inside you. The pain, the humiliation, the pleasure… Pleasure wins out as I begin a slow, even, stroking. You feel the orgasm building, your testicles tighten up and, just as the spurting starts, I pull away from you – withdraw and stand up and then, without a word, I’m gone. Leaving you panting, on your knees, spurting onto the ground. Alone. Fucked.

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You feel as though you’ve been kneeling here for hours. Your knees hurt and the room’s cold enough to raise goosebumps on your naked flesh. You’re a grown man – you could get up and leave at any time – but you don’t. You could hate me for this – but you don’t. It really is a fine line, isn’t it, between love and hate – pleasure and pain? You could get up off your knees right now and walk out of here. Why don’t you then? But you know the answer that question the moment you ask it. The answer is because of Me – your Mistress. You know that you’d do anything, suffer anything, for the merest gesture from Me. An addiction? Possibly. But one so sweet that you never want to be cured.

Has it been hours or minutes that you’ve been kneeling here? No matter. Time has ceased to matter. You only exist in the now. Even the anticipation has melted away. There is only you in this room. And the waiting. You hear the door open. All your senses awaken. You hear My footsteps – the clicking of My heels on the hard floor – and your testicles tighten, your penis stirs. I stand in front of your bowed head – close enough for you to feel the heat from My body, to smell the heady fragrance of My perfume. Your breathing quickens. I speak no words. I pat your head and all thoughts of leaving are gone. With that single touch your will is surrendered to Me. I stroke your face with My fingertips and you moan softly. Something is touching your lips – something hard with the scent of rubber. You part your lips and I gently insert the tip of My dildo. You kiss, lick, suck. I walk behind you, stroking the length of your back. You shiver. I stroke and caress your buttocks and your penis hardens and swells. Your breathing is short and sharp now as you feel My fingertips – slippery now with gel – caressing the crease between your cheeks, touching the outer rim of the tight hole. A finger slides in and you cry out – not from pain but from a sense of relief – a sense of something beginning. You feel something larger, rounder pressing against the delicate tissue and you almost lose control. All your senses, your feelings, emotions are concentrated in that tight opening. You gasp as you feel the stretch. Joy runs through you as you anticipate the feeling – the feeling of fulfilment, the feeling of being full of your Mistress’s love, her very essence. The pleasure – and the pain. But the joy and the anticipation turn to something else as you feel Me withdraw – hear Me walk away and laugh as the door closes behind Me. And the waiting begins again…

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, I can often be found at communitykink.com.

Empress Catherine
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