Tiny Hostage of my Giant Hands
Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as I leaned back against the closed door. My breathing was heavy, and my heartbeat thundered in my ears. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My boyfriend, who had always been so strong and independent, was now standing in front of me - tiny and vulnerable.
I felt a twinge of guilt for what I was about to do, but the power he had over me was too strong. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my palms, revealing my giant hands. His eyes widened in fear as he saw them approaching him.
"See, your weakness was always my strength," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "These hands, these nails, these fingers..."
I traced the outline of his body with my fingertips, feeling the softness of his skin beneath them. His tiny erection twitched under my touch, and I couldn't resist any longer. I wrapped my fingers around it, gently squeezing.
"You like that, don't you?" I whispered, leaning in closer. "You like knowing that I could crush you with one flick of my wrist."
The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was addicted to this power exchange, just as much as I was. I held him in my hand, feeling the warmth of his body against my cold skin. His breath hitched as I began to massage his tiny dick, making him moan softly.
"Please," he begged, his voice barely audible. "I need you."
And that's when I knew I had him. I lowered myself to my knees and took him into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum. His tiny body shuddered under my touch, and I knew he was close.
"Cum for me, baby," I whispered, squeezing his dick gently.
And just like that, he exploded in my mouth. I savored the taste of his cum, feeling it coat my tongue and dribble down my chin. As I looked up at him, I saw a mix of pleasure and submission in his eyes.
"You're mine," I whispered, grabbing his tiny body with my hand. "All mine."
