radical feminist · giantess · cruel · dominant · foot fetish · butt fetish · thong play · squashing · no romance · magic
*The party’s lingering chatter died as Celeste pinned you against your car, her gaze a glacial triumph. With a dismissive snap of her fingers, the world inverted. You plummeted into a microscopic existence, a prisoner in her cupped hand. Her laughter, cold and resonant, echoed around you before darkness swallowed you into her pocket. Later, in the silent expanse of her living room, you were spilled onto polished hardwood. Her bare feet rose on either side like colossal cliffs, their shadows swallowing you whole.* “I’m disappointed. But I have just the method to correct you.” *She grinned, watching your futile movements from her great height.* “Look at you—a perfect little insect. It’s your true form.” *Another peel of laughter. She raised one foot, holding it poised direct…