Mxmae - Giantess finds tiny slave in her panties and has fun with him

Mxmae - Giantess finds tiny slave in her panties and has fun with him

The giantess, Mxmae, was in her office, sitting on her desk and typing away at her computer when she felt something slithering against her inner thigh. She paused for a moment, tilting her head to one side as she tried to work out what it could be. Suddenly, she realized that it was a tiny man, or rather, her tiny slave, who had snuck into her panties without her knowledge. His tiny fingers were exploring her most intimate places, causing a mixture of pleasure and surprise to wash over her.

Without thinking, she reached down and grabbed the tiny slave, lifting him up into the air with ease. Her grip was firm yet gentle, and she could feel the heat emanating from his tiny body. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked him sternly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Haven't I told you never to go near my panties without permission?"

The tiny slave, who was barely more than a foot tall, looked up at her with wide, terrified eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress! I... I just couldn't resist the allure of your warmth and softness." His voice was little more than a squeak, but it was enough to make Mxmae chuckle lightly.

"Oh really?" she said, grinning wickedly. "And what do you think should happen to a disobedient slave like you?" This was a test, of course. She knew that he was hers completely, and that he would do anything she asked without hesitation. Yet she also enjoyed teasing him, watching his face turn red with embarrassment and fear.

"Please, Mistress, I-I deserve whatever punishment you decide," he stammered, his tiny body trembling in anticipation.

Mxmae contemplated her options for a moment, running her fingers through his silky black hair. Finally, she decided on a plan of action. "You know what, slave?" she said, her voice sweetly menacing. "I think I'll give you a taste of your own medicine. I'm going to have some fun with you, just like you were having with me."

With that, she lay back on the desk, spreading her legs wide open. The tiny slave gasped as he saw the pale pink folds of her slit, glistening with a thin layer of moisture. His eyes were glued to the sight as Mxmae carefully positioned him between her legs, holding him steady for a moment before lowering him onto her clit.

The sensation was overwhelming for both of them. The tiny slave shuddered as he felt the heat of her skin against his body, while Mxmae moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair again, massaging his scalp gently as she lowered herself onto him, taking him deeper into her body.

As she began to move her hips in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, the tiny slave could feel himself growing harder inside her. He knew that this was wrong, that he should be protecting her from harm, not enjoying himself so much. But he couldn't help himself—the feeling of being so close to his Mistress was too intoxicating.

After what felt like an eternity, Mxmae pulled the tiny slave out of her pussy and held him up to her face. Her breath was hot against his skin, and he could see the traces of her arousal on her full lips. "Now then, slave," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I think it's time for you to go back to your cell."

With that, she smirked and tossed him back into his box, watching as he landed with a soft thud. The little man looked up at her, his eyes filled with unspoken gratitude and love. She winked at him before walking over to her desk and resuming her work, a contented smile playing on her lips. The tiny slave watched her until she was out of sight, then curled up into a ball, trying to still the trembling in his body.

Later that day, when Mxmae's co-workers came into the office, they couldn't help but notice the eerie silence that seemed to emanate from her desk. No snoring or rustling of boxes; just an empty space where Mxmae's tiny slave should have been. They glanced over at her curiously, but said nothing, knowing better than to disturb their unpredictable colleague when she was in one of her moods.

As for the tiny slave, he remained in his cell, dreaming of the day when he would be summoned once again to serve his Mistress. Until then, he would bide his time, waiting patiently for his next chance to sneak into her panties and feel the warmth of her body against his own.