Forgetmenot - she called the cleaning crew avi

Forgetmenot - she called the cleaning crew avi

Charmy was a giantess with an unusual fetish for cleaning her nose with tiny creatures. Today, she had called upon her personal cleaning crew, which consisted of a group of tiny individuals who were specially trained to clean the hair in her nostrils. As they went about their work, she watched them intently, her nose twitching as she anticipated the relief that would soon follow.

One by one, the cleaning crew members climbed inside her nostrils, using small brushes and cloths to remove the stubborn hairs that caused her discomfort. Charmy closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of their tiny bodies moving against her nostril walls. She couldn't help but sniff loudly every now and then, sending the cleaning crew flying through the air only to be caught by their colleagues waiting outside.

Despite their best efforts, the cleaning crew hadn't done an adequate job according to Charmy's standards. She felt a rising anger as she realized she would have to do the job herself. With a deep, sinister smile forming on her lips, she began to blow her nose forcefully. The force of her sneeze was tremendous, sending the tiny creatures flying through the air in all directions.

One by one, the helpless cleaners landed on the ground, their bodies wriggling pathetically as they tried to escape. But there was no escape for them; their mistress had other plans. With a glint of amusement in her eye, Charmy approached them, her nose dripping with snot. She pinched each of their noses in turn, watching as they squirmed under her control.

"I told you to do a better job," she scolded playfully, her voice like thunder. "Now, it looks like you'll have to do it all again!"

The poor cleaners knew better than to resist; they were her playthings, and she would do with them as she pleased. As they were forced to return to their tasks, Charmy watched, her heart racing with excitement. The thought of dominating these tiny creatures filled her with a sense of power and control that she couldn't begin to describe.

And so, the story continued. Each day, the cleaning crew would come, only to be humiliated and dismissed by their giant mistress. But despite their suffering, there was something addictive about it; they couldn't help but return to serve their master once again. Perhaps it was the thrill of the chase, or perhaps it was simply because they were helpless against her alluring charm. Whatever it was, Charmy knew she had them right where she wanted them - beneath her nose, at her mercy.