Ripleys Sweet Shop - Cleaning the Giants Sweaty Body

Ripleys Sweet Shop - Cleaning the Giants Sweaty Body

As I stepped through the entrance of Ripleys Sweet Shop, I could feel the eyes of the patrons lingering on my every move. It wasn't just because I was a giantess, towering over them at 30 feet tall, but also because of the trail of sweat that clung to my skin. My jog through town had left me drenched in perspiration, and the smell of it lingered in the air around me. I knew exactly what I wanted to do next, and it wasn't taking a shower. No, I wanted something much more humiliating for my tiny human slave. I made my way over to him, his eyes widening in fear as he saw the look on my face. "You're going to clean me," I rumbled, my voice booming through the shop. "And you're going to love every second of it." I bent down, offering him a view of my sweaty feet, the smell of them overpowering even from a distance. "Start by licking every inch of my dirty soles, slave," I ordered, my voice dripping with cruel amusement. He hesitated for only a moment before scurrying forward, his tongue darting out to trace the lines of my toes. It was pathetic, really, how much pleasure he derived from pleasing me, even when it meant degrading himself. I watched with dark satisfaction as he lapped up the sweat from between my toes, his eyes never leaving my feet as he worked. As he moved up my legs, I savored the feeling of his hot breath against my skin. He was so small, so insignificant in comparison to me, yet he was completely devoted to pleasing me. It was a rush, knowing that I held his entire world in my hands - or rather, in my feet. I let out a satisfied sigh as he finally reached the soft flesh of my inner thighs. His tongue darted out hesitantly, tasting the saltiness of my sweat. I could feel myself getting wet already, anticipating the pleasure that was to come. "That's it," I murmured, leaning closer to him. "Don't forget - sweet is for customers."