The Tsarina Giantess and The Shrunken Man Phone Sex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

In my Kingdom we tell many strange tales. Tales of vampyres who can only be kept at bay by crucifixes, holy water and ropes of garlic. Of witches like that most evil of all witches, Baba Yaga, who lives in a hut built from the bones of men and women, set a top a pair of scaly legs of large chicken that runs as she commands it, pursuing her victims to add their bones to her grotesque collection. We tell tales of men who turn into fierce werewolves when the moon it is full, tales of spirits who cannot rest but are condemned to walk the earth in form of wraiths and can be seen by those who are sensitive to such occult beings.  And stories also of Giantesses and shrinking men.

But you see, these are not mere fairy tales or imaginings. They are true things and I believe in them completely for I have seen with my own eyes some of the things that after first youth, you closed your eyes to, perhaps with more than a little regret. And I have many times in my life become a Giantess….

At first when this strange and bewildering transformation began to occur,  I had over it no control. When I became sexually aroused, I would begin to GROW. I would grow, BIGGER and BIGGER and the object of my desire would thereby become smaller and smaller, so tiny I could barely see him.

I towered above him upon long long legs and I would see him looking up at me, me so tall and powerful, so magnificent so fearsome and he so tiny that he would cry up to me in little voice imploring pathetically “Please do not crush me, Tsarina, for you are as good and merciful as you are tall, beautiful and strong!” But without meaning to, I crushed him.

In time however, I learned to control this– this my Magick. So now when I am stirred body and soul by desire, I have the power to choose whether or not to let the Giantess within me manifest, whether or not to grow as my desire it grows, bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger. And I know how when I am Giantess how to control my incredible strength and power.

I take my little shrinking man in my huge but slender elegant fingers and I place him in the palm of my hand.  I could crush him, yes and I confess that the idea of this possibility, the knowledge of my own vastness, of the power I hold over him, it arouses me even more and I grow BIGGER AND BIGGER. And my tiny little lover, he shrinks further and further.

And I laugh cruelly. And my laugh it is laugh of Giantess and it rings far more loudly than the bells of a great cathedral and my little shrunken man,  I can feel as his tiny body twitchestrembles and convulses in orgasm of fear and wonderment. And just as he cums, I crush him. For now I tell myself, if I let him live, he might reveal my secret to the world and I cannot have that. But the real reason is that I have wicked sadistic impulse to end the life of a creature so small, as inconsequential as a bug.

I have different ways of ending their lives. Sometimes I do it with my high heel or silk stocking clad or bare foot. I stomp on him. I grind my heel into the floor and him along with it.  Sometimes I lift his miniscule body and bring him close to my face and squeeze him to a pulp between my big fingers. And on several occasions, I pop him into my mouth and savour the taste of him before I swallow him whole. One of my favourite shrunken men, I give him the ultimate demise. It was a measure of my fondness for him when I insert him into my wet pussy and let him drown in there. I could feel him twitching and gasping for breath as I myself take pleasure in orgasm.

But I do dream of the day when I find the perfect little shrunken lover. The lover I will not want to crush. And when I find him, I will conjure for him a tiny but majestic house and keep it in corner of my castle bedroom, furnish it opulently and bedeck it with finest Royal embroidered linens and velvet.

We will celebrate our union with a joyous feast and sparkling wine it will flow from fountains in the public square and there will be dancing and singing and feasting at a grand ball that will show no signs of stopping until daylight filters across the sky.

And no Kingdom, no family, no two lovers will ever be as happy as I, the Giantess Tsarina and her tiny, perfect shrunken man.

Jasmine 844-332-2639 ext 262