"Is that what you like?" Mike said, delivering another slap to the gigantic nipple in front of him.

The squeal from Amanda was pronounced, but it felt a little forced. Even as she shook underneath him, forcing him to focus on keeping his footing, perched atop her breast, Mike couldn't help but feel that Amanda was performing more than reacting. That didn't diminish the awe of standing atop her chest and beholding her naked body spread out around him, from her toes all the way in the distance, to her smiling face, visible as she craned her neck to watch him discipline her.

"I'm sorry, master!" Amanda said. "Please don't hit me again!"

Mike sighed, and delivered another slap with the very tiny crop, and this time, lost his footing with Amanda's jiggling reaction. He tumbled down the fleshy hill that was made up of Amanda's left breast, down into the valley of her cleavage. He'd taken this same fall many times, and as he came to a rest between Amanda's breasts, Mike could feel her giggles through her chest.

"You okay down there?" Amanda asked through her giggles.

She sat up, moving her hands from where she had been holding them, as though tied, behind her back, cupped under her breasts as she rose. The act allowed Mike to roll into her waiting hands, as he'd done many times before. The second fall was as gentle as the first, and Mike didn't fear for his safety as he came to rest in Amanda's waiting fingers.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Mike admitted. "It's just…"

He was only a little perturbed when one of Amanda's fingertips came into view. He grabbed in instinctively, as she lovingly stroked his chest.

"Hey, come on, you can tell me." She assured.

When he had first shrank, the prospect of a giantess’s finger coming this close to him, touching him, and even so repeatedly, would’ve sent him into a panic attack. But having lived the last year with Amanda and under her care, Mike had learned to trust Amanda.

Mike enjoyed the reassuring stroking of Amanda's fingertip on his chest. The gentle caress of Amanda's fingers had come to be a reliable source of calm in a fairly crazy world of giants. But even as he felt her calming presence sink into him with every soft stroke, he felt even less involved in the roleplay that had been put on pause.

"I just don't think this is working for me, babe." Mike sighed, resting his head and arms against her finger. "I'm sorry, I know you wanted this, but I'm definitely not having the intended effect, even if you're willing to fake it for me."

"Well I have something that might cheer you up!" Amanda beamed. "Wanna see?"

"Sure…" Mike acquiesced.

Although he was unprepared for the sudden drop from her hands to the comforter, it was a fall he’d taken many, many, times, and was almost familiar enough to be comfortable with both the fall and the cushioned impact on fluffy, cottony bedding. By the time he’d landed and managed to roll back up to sitting, Amanda had already practically leapt off the bed and toward the dresser where she dug through her purse to produce a number of objects. She hurried back to the bed, hands full.

“Look!” She said with a grin wider than a kid on Christmas. “Nipple clamps!”

Sure enough, contained easily in one hand were three things. A pair of matched, chrome metallic and black plastic clamps, distinct only for the ‘L’ and ‘R’ stamped into them, but much bulkier than Mike would’ve expected nipple clamps to be. The third object, Mike couldn’t identify, was much smaller.

“I mean, they’re nice looking clamps, babe, but I don’t think I’m big enough to even get them on your nipples.” Mike noted, with some disappointment.

“Ah, but these aren’t just any nipple clamps!” Amanda proudly announced.

With one hand, only two fingers, she did what Mike would likely have been unable to do, pinched open one of the gleaming metal clamps, and, taking a brief moment to tease her right nipple with it, released it onto the protruding nub. It was enough to elicit a very subtle moaning hum from Amanda, as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. When she had opened her eyes, her left nipple was already eager to receive its own clamp, but Amanda made sure to put on a show for Mike, deftly tweaking her exposed nipple before clamping the second toy on it and gasping just a little.

“These…” Amanda said, extending both hands in offering, now free of the clamps only containing the third thing Mike couldn’t identify. “Are remotely controlled, electrified nipple clamps!”

As her hands pushed the object toward him, Mike could finally make out what she held. Small, very small, so small as to be immediately obviously designed for a shrunken person, the remote she held in her hand was still likely too big for Mike to use in one hand comfortably, but with both hands he took it from her offered palms.

It only had four things, a large, to him, dial above four buttons. The dial was marked with numbers, one through ten, and the buttons were labeled ‘L’, ‘R’, and a ‘+’.

“The clamps can be controlled with a bluetooth app on the phone, or…” Amanda said. “I can give master this remote, and master can control them as he sees fit.”

Mike was still studying the remote when Amanda’s hands wrapped around him and cradled him from underneath. Although he generally disliked being picked up without permission, Amanda was the exception and she always made sure he didn’t feel like he was going to fall. Even as she tossed herself to the bed, relaxing against the pillows, Mike still felt safe, if a bit nauseous at the impromptu rollercoaster ride. She set him down on her stomach, looking up at her mischievous grin between her clamped nipples.

“So, how does master feel about some light shock-play?” Amanda asked.

Mike didn’t need to give it much thought.

“Okay, but you have to lay down, and keep your hands behind your back!” He almost shouted with a smile.

“Yes, master!” Amanda said eagerly.

The world tumbled around as she shifted to lay flat on the bed, one hand gently covering Mike to make sure he didn’t roll off her as she did.

“Good!” Mike announced when her hand receded. “Now, hands behind your back!”

“Yes, master!” She said and immediately tucked her hands beneath her.

"And before we go any further, what's our safe word?" Mike asked.

"Placeholder!" Amanda shouted.

"Good girl." Mike said.

Mike punctuated the compliment by pressing the ‘+’. Both clamps buzzed, audibly, from where Mike was perched on Amanda’s stomach, causing a brief, delighted squeak from his girlfriend that turned into a low hum and a bit lower lip as Amanda craned her head forward to see him.

"Master, it tingles!” She said, squirming a bit under him.

“Stay still!” Mike commanded.

To enforce the command, Mike dialed the shock up to its second level and pressed the ‘+’ again, this time tapping the button in rapid succession. Each tap was rewarded with a discrete buzz, and a laughing squeal from Amanda.

“Yes, master!” She said, stilling herself.

“Now that we’ve got ourselves established…” MIke said, brushing his hair back. “Let’s talk about your poor behavior over the last couple of weeks.”

“Poor behavior? What are you talking abo…?” Amanda was cut off with a buzz from both clamps as Mike pressed the button again.

“Don’t interrupt me.” Mike ordered.

“Yes, master!” Amanda conceded.

“That’s better.” Mike said. “Now about that bad behavior…”

Mike took his time, he could feel her heart race from under his soles. She rarely got this excited, and Mike couldn’t hide his own excitement, standing out in front of him like a flagpole. With no hurry, Mike walked from where he had been, on her stomach, up toward her face, he only paused when he reached her breasts, leaning casually against her right breast.

“If I recall correctly, you left the seat down on the toilet yesterday…” Mike said, a sly smile on his face.

“What?” Amanda said, genuinely confused. “What does that have to do with anything, you can’t even get up to the toilet without…”

She squealed as Mike retaliated with a level three shock delivered to her right nipple.

“And now you’re talking back to me?” Mike asked.

This time the shock went to the left nipple, and Mike was happy he’d walked between her breasts, because her writhing on the bed would have tossed him off had he still been perched on her stomach. As it was, he got to enjoy the feeling of her chest jiggling beside him.

“Ah! Sorry, master!” Amanda said, half laughing and half moaning as she spoke. “I won’t do it again!”

“Won’t do ‘what’, again?” Mike asked, delivering a shock to both nipples.

“I won’t leave the seat up, master!” Amanda shouted.

“That’s a good girl.” Mike said. “And what else?”

When she failed to respond immediately, Mike dialed the shock up to four and sent it to the right clamp only.

“Ah, and I won’t talk back, master!” She shouted.

“Better…” Mike said, finally leaving his place between her breasts.

He strolled idly back down toward Amanda’s legs, savoring her unease as he went. Almost nonchalantly, he dialed the intensity of the clamps back down to their lowest setting, and worked the buttons without a care for pattern or process. Each time his thumbs found one of the buttons, he could feel Amanda quiver beneath him, hear her stifle a moan that threatened to slip out of her throat, and see her legs rub together. Mike smiled and stopped just at Amanda’s belly button. He sat down cross legged and turned the dial up to five before placing a thumb over each of the left and right buttons. With no further warning, he pressed the right. Amanda’s control failed and she almost jumped as she squealed. The clamp buzzed louder than before and Amanda nearly tossed Mike from her stomach with the jerking spasm that shot through her body.

“Hey now!” She said, after settling back down. “Was that a ten?”

Mike smiled and looked over his shoulder at her, staring back down at him from between her breasts. She might laugh if she could see her face, flushed red and almost sweating.

“Would you like to try a ten?” Mike asked. “And I didn’t hear a ‘master’ in there…”

Mike applied the punishment to both nipples, resulting in a moan from Amanda, and another bucking of her back. Mike managed to keep low enough to prevent from being flung off, but he could feel her getting hotter, breathing faster, and her skin beginning to sweat.

“Master!” Amanda said, through her moans. “Please, master!”

Mike relented, and Amanda lay back on the bed panting in relief. Mike couldn’t help but notice that despite her protestations, she still ground her thighs together throughout every shock and in between.

“Could uh, could master please go a bit easier?” Amanda asked. “I don’t think I’m ready for an eight or whatever that was…master.”

“Why, babe…” Mike said, standing back up. “That was only a five, and besides…”

Mike strolled further down, until his feet no longer tread on Amanda’s bare skin, but began to walk through the groomed fibers of her pubic hair. Even stepping onto her pubis, Mike could feel the heat and humidity coming from between her legs.

“It looks like you’re enjoying it quite a bit.” Mike said “So, if you want me to stop, you know what you need to say.”

Mike lifted the remote up, so Amanda could see it from where she watched him and delivered an extremely brief shock to both nipples to hammer the point home. Whether having just grown accustomed to the shock, or being prepared for it, Amanda’s reaction was less severe, but definitely not completely subdued. Her moans came through a clenched jaw, her body seemed to attempt to slither out of the clamps themselves, and again, her thighs rubbed together while her hips rolled gently under Mike.

“P…please master.” Amanda moaned through her teeth, prompting Mike to let up.

“Okay, but I’ve got an idea. Bring out your right hand.” Mike ordered.

“Yes…yes master.” Amanda said through panting breaths.

“Good. Now, you’ll be taking the remote, but you have to keep the center button pressed down at all times.” Mike ordered.

“All times?” Amanda asked incredulously, but one quick shock to both nipples quickly changed her tone. “Yes, master! At all times, master!”

“Good.” Mike said. Although a bit difficult, he handed the remote back to Amanda, but not before pulling the intensity of the shocks back down to two. “Now, let’s see that button pressed.”

“Yes, master.” Amanda said with some apprehension, but pressed anyway.

Although she flinched with the press, when it became apparent that the remote’s intensity had been scaled back, she sighed a heavy sigh of relief that quickly turned into a low chorus of contented hums and moans accompanied by the clamps buzzing away at her nipples.

“See? I knew you’d like it.” Mike said. “What do you say?”

“T…thank you, master.” Amanda said from between her pleasurable throes.

“Good girl.” Mike said. “Now, both hands behind your back, keep that button pressed, and open your legs.”

“Yes, master.” Amanda said.

She complied immediately, spreading her legs in a shaky, almost struggling motion. It was clear she was eager for some kind of stimulation, but with her hands behind her back under her, and Mike unable to reach the top of her favorite dildo, her options were limited. Still, Mike had a plan.

With her thighs parting, shaking as they went, Mike lay down on her crotch. Down in her pubic hair, everything was Amanda. The air was hot and heavy with her lust, and had it not been for the ample practice Mike had navigating his girlfriend’s sex, he might have slipped precariously from all the moisture that had accumulated on her pubic hair. But Mike had the practice, and stayed where he meant, slowly lowering himself further down, millimeter by millimeter to his destination, Amanda’s clit.

Her clit was pronounced enough, almost peeking from under the hood, a clear sign that despite her protests at the level five shock, she was enjoying this a great deal. Mike secured himself the best he could with his feet and legs and, although awkwardly, seized the clit with both hands and dove his face in, beginning to suck and lick at Amanda’s clit.

It was enough to send Amanda in a squirming frenzy, as she almost snapped her legs shut around him. Fortunately for the both of them, Amanda kept enough control to keep her legs spread just enough, and Mike had secured himself well. He didn’t relent, taking as much of the clit, admittedly not much, as he could between his lips, and treating it to the most intense tiny oral sex he could manage.

Mike didn’t forget about himself, while not the best he’d ever had, Mike humped away at Amanda’s nethers. His own erection rubbing against her pubis, through her hair and in her sweat and sex to great effect.

Although it was difficult work, preventing himself from being tossed off the bucking body of his girlfriend, keeping a hold of an increasingly wet nub, pleasuring himself, and remembering to breathe occasionally, Mike’s efforts brought about his goal. Amanda’s toes, still far in the distance, curled into a tight clench, her hips rolled to the side and almost threatened to toss him to the bed, but most notable for Amanda was the ear-shattering groan that turned into a scream. Her orgasms never lasted long, a few seconds at most, but while laying flat in her pubic hair, half hanging off her crotch into her vagina, Mike always felt like they lasted minutes if not longer. For Mike the release was even briefer, but no less intense. As she came down, panting, sweat-soaked, and laughing, Amanda sat up, reached down and plucked his exhausted body from where he lay sprawled out.

“Oh, that was fucking phenomenal!” She said, still out of breath but taking time to plant kisses all over his body. “You did so good, baby!”

“I…” Mike started, interrupted by a cushion of lips pressing into him. “Love…” Again, interrupted with a kiss. “You, babe!” He finished.

“I love you too, baby!” Amanda said, still exuberant, finally relenting in her affection. “But seriously, that five setting was intense.”

“Well, here, hand me the remote and we’ll see what six through ten feels like.” Mike said with more than a bit of mischief in his voice.

“Oh?” Amanda said. “I think we’re done with this game for the evening. Now, what’s our safe word, baby?”

Mike blinked.

“Uh, ‘placeholder’?” He said, sure of the safe word, but less sure of Amanda’s intent. “But I don’t see what…”

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence as Amanda’s hand carried him back down between her legs. This time, there was no pretext, he was pressed against her vagina, and her thighs closed shut around him, sealing him in.

Above him, he heard the buzzing of the clamps and wondered how long this night would be.