Fantasies And Fetishes - Shrinking You and Making You Worship My Feet (wmv)

Fantasies And Fetishes - Shrinking You and Making You Worship My Feet (wmv)

You find yourself in an extravagant Asian-themed dining room, sitting across from the stunning Nicole Oring. The aroma of exotic spices and freshly baked cookies fills the air as she talks about her anticipation for the evening ahead. She casually mentions that she knows about your foot fetish and smirks suggestively, raising an eyebrow as she watches your gaze fall onto her size 6 feet, entranced.

Suddenly, everything feels strange... off. Your vision blurs, colors running together. And then, just as suddenly, you shrink down into nothingness. The world goes black for a moment before coming back into focus, but now you're just a few inches tall. You turn to see Nicole looming over you, her perfect feet now larger than life, looming over your frightened form.

"Hello, little one," she purred, her voice carrying an almost magical quality that echoed throughout the room. "Are you ready to worship your new giantess mistress?" She pressed one of her toes gently against your cheek, crushing you under its weight."Yes, mistress," you managed to croak between sobs of fear and excitement.

You felt her warm breath on your face as she leaned down closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "Now, do you want to see more of my beautiful feet?"

Without waiting for an answer, she lifted her right leg up slowly, arching her back in a seductive stretch. The posh hem of her silk dress slid up her leg, revealing more of her perfect feet, terminated by needle-like toes. Your gaze was drawn inexorably up her leg, taking in the smooth curves of her thigh, the gentle tremor of her calf muscle.

"Now," she said huskily, lowering her foot back down to the floor, "tell me how beautiful they are."

In response, you reached out with tiny hands, running your fingers lightly across the arch of her foot and up the curve of her ankle. Your lips trembled with desire as you whispered your praise. "You have the most beautiful feet in the world, mistress. They're so perfect, so smooth and tender."

Nicole let out a low, pleased hum, her eyes fluttering shut as you continued your ministration. With tear-filled eyes, you looked up at her, admiring her flawless complexion, her porcelain skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. You were completely and utterly under her spell.

"That's a good boy," she murmured, reaching down to pick you up with one finger. "Now, maybe I'll let you lick my toes... if you're very, very good." She teased, turning around slowly, giving you a full view of her magnificent behind, the soft curve of her cheeks disappearing into the satin folds of her dress.

"Mistress," you begged, your voice cracking with emotion. "Please... let me worship you." You crawled up her leg, pushing past layers of silky fabric until your face was pressed against her skin, your lips seeking out the warm, feminine scent that clung to her body.

"Yes, little one," she purred, lowering herself onto the couch. "Prove to me that you're worthy of your giantess's attention." Her inviting voice sent shivers down your spine as you hesitated, taking in the glory of her perfect form. Then, without another word, you launched yourself at her feet, burying your face between her toes, inhaling her sweet, feminine scent as deeply as possible.

Nicole let out a long, satisfied sigh, her toes curling down around your head in gentle pleasure. "That's it, baby." She murmured, running her fingers through your tiny hair. "Give me all of that attention, give me all of that devotion."

Hours seemed to pass as you remained at her feet, worshipping her every inch of skin, every subtle movement. The room gradually emptied, soft music replaced by your contented little moans, the only other sounds the rustle of Nicole's dress as she shifted positions, the soft suction of your lips on her skin.

When you finally pulled away, the room was bathed in a soft, golden light, the only remnants of the night's indulgence being your contented slumber and the gently receding afterglow of her magic.