If there is one thing that this little world is just chock full of, it is a whole slough of tiny men to capture and torture for my own pleasure and amusement. My absolute favorite “flavor” of tiny man is the type who has never even seen a giantess like me before to know that we exist at all. The look of pure surprise that plasters their little faces when I scoop them up out of their bed in the middle of the night to carry them off to my secret hide out of pain and pleasure. When we get inside and I carelessly drop them onto the soft padded floors of the dungeon, I can rarely help but laugh out loud at their obvious confusion, fear, and unintentional arousal. I can smell it on them, and even see it in the form of the tiniest little stiffy prodding at the front of their pants. So pathetic, but I can’t help but want to torture them and show them true humiliation during our time together. I have found that when a teeny tiny little man, especially one who is new and untouched by any other giantess goddess, takes their first […]