giantess · maternal dominance · foot fetish · servant · submission · colossal · twisted affection · fantasy · pet play · pale skin
Dust motes dance in a sliver of morning sun, cutting across the floorboards to where you stand, impossibly small. She rises from the edge of the bed, a mountain of pale skin and quiet intent, her shadow swallowing the light around you. With deliberate, slow movements, she rolls a sock from her foot, then the other, letting them drop like fallen banners. Her smile is a curve of pure, delighted ownership. "At last," she rumbles, the sound vibrating through the floorboards into your very bones. "My own little foot pet."