FOOT PARTY for TINIES
Jules read the title of the email which had peaked her interest. She never expected something so scandalous to be in her inbox, but she remembered that one strange person who had asked her about doing these sort of things. He was a Tiny himself who had a particular interested in feet. She had stumbled across him while searching the internet for easy ways to make money, where she came to find a post about selling pictures of her feet. She had always taken good care of her feet so it seemed like an easy way to bring in some extra cash. After taking a few pictures, she sent them to the person who in exchange gave her 200$ and asked her a few questions. The first question was about the size of her foot.
Size 10. She had told him, not wanting to reveal the actual size of her foot. She thought if they were too big hed lose interest in them and her potential source of extra money would be gone. Unfortunately she never heard back from him about any additional photos for money, until this email.
Her thoughts ran wild as she imagined the money people would pay to see her feet in person. If someone was willing to spend 200$ on some photos then surely she could make at least a 1000$ in person. The only issue was that Tinies and Normies werent allowed to mix in person unless the Normie was a licensed handler - The HH License as it was known (Harmless Handler). To her dismay, she was not a a certified HH and that would mean prison if someone were to find out about her extracurricular activities. Despite the danger, Jules finished the email, and realized that this was an underground party - inherently illegal. There were no expectations of having a license for the event and it was clearly stated in the email.
Hi there! If you are receiving this Normie, then you are invited to tomorrows foot party. We send out last second invites to avoid being tracked by police, but we hope youll be able to make it out anyways. If you show, we will pay handsomely - and no, you do not need the HH License. Shh, we wont tell if you dont. Please let us know if you plan to attend, and please arrive 30 min early to go through some basic protocols of our parties. Hope to see you soon!
Please delete this email.
44 Bryant St. (knock on the yellow door)
8:30 pm
Jules was sold already. The only issue she had was that she wasnt exactly a Normie either. In fact, she was a touch over 9 feet tall, and honestly, she was the tallest person she knew. It was one of the reasons she couldnt make money - places werent made for her, people didnt like it, and frankly it made her feel out of place most of the time. At least the Tinies didnt care, given they were normalized to being so much smaller than everyone anyways. She had never actually met a Tiny, but knew of secret communities at every big city. Her heart raced just thinking about attending. This was an opportunity she was not going to miss.
Her mouse quickly panned across the computer screen and accepted the invite. It was official, she was going to meet Tinies for the first time in her life.
Jules approached the yellow door, nervous to find what was awaiting her on the other side. She looked down at her boots, hoping her feet would meet expectations. Being that this was her first foot event, Jules didnt want to make a bad impression and made the decision to give herself a fresh pedicure the night before. Her black, glossy nails were eager to be noticed tonight. After giving herself a moment to collect her composure, she knocked. The tip of the door was still below her breast level and consequently she used her knee to gently tap the door several times, signaling her arrival.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her knock unintentionally sounded more like a bang and a voice quickly responded. Coming!
Jules awaited her host who quickly threw open the door. When she did, she wasnt exactly expecting to see a giant pair of legs to greet her. The smaller woman took a step out to look up at Jules face, who timidly smiled back. Jules noted she was relatively young, and probably close to her own age, and she had a beautiful face.
Hi, the giant woman waved shyly. Im Jules.
The woman was obviously shocked, but did her best not to gawk. Hold on Jules, let me check on making some room for you. We didnt realize you were so
uh
tall.
The door closed, followed by some commotion from within as furniture scooted across the floor. There were several voices which sounded confused as to why there was a need to reorganize the room. Eventually things settled down inside and the door opened yet again for Jules. The woman welcomed her to come in.
Sorry about that. Please, come in.
For Jules, that was much easier said than done. She squatted down and began the awkward process of trying to cram her frame inside the small doorframe. After a couple minutes, Jules was able to make her way through the entrance and into the living room which fortunately for her had high ceilings, allowing her to stand to her full height. The woman who had let her in started by giving her a short tour of the home and a brief intro on what to expect from the night.
Jules, Im Ellie, and Id like to welcome you to my home. You are going to be given the entire L portion of the couch to help accommodate your size. I am sorry we dont have a better situation, but it should be okay. Theres only 4 other girls coming so there should be plenty of space. Does that seem okay?
Jules was used to not fitting in places, but was very pleased by Ellies efforts to make her comfortable. Yes, this should be fine.
Great! Well Im guessing this is your first event with us. Have you done feet stuff before? Handled tinies? Or anything relevant to those things? She questioned.
No, sorry. I
Ive never done any of those things. Jules admitted.
No worries, most people havent. Ill just tell you some of the basics and well get started. Everyone that is participating tonight will be in this room. If a tiny wants to session with you, meaning pay you for a private session with your approval, then you must leave to a designated room that we will lead you to. Outside of that, this is called the community room, which is exactly like it sounds like. If you are in here, you are subject to worshipping, massaging, or whatever else theyd like to do to your feet. And feel free to play with them if youd like - they love that! Only do what youre comfortable with. There is no pressure to do anything more. You will see some veterans today, so maybe you can watch them. They should be here shortly.
Okay. What if I need to walk? Can I just start walking? Or what? She asked, now nervous about stepping on people (more specifically the tinies).
Great question. Safety is very large concern for everyone, but obviously the ones affected are the tinies. Do your best to be gentle, especially since this is your first time. The other thing we suggest is dragging your feet to avoid unintentionally stepping on anyone. Sometimes they are hard to see given that they typically range in height from 3 inches up to 10 inches. Obviously if you need help at any point in time, just ask me or Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith? Jules repeated with a look of confusion.
Ah, yes. Hell be here shortly to do an inspection before it begins. He is a very nice gentleman who gathers the tinies for these events, and works with me, and I also help find the girls. He isnt exactly a normal mans height, but he also isnt a tiny. Hes 40 tall, but has the heart of a lion, and a bit of a charmer.
As if on cue, a small man emerged from the hall with a bright smile on his face. He wore jeans and a tight t-shirt, and walked with confidence and a trusting smile that immediately grabbed Jules attention.
Ellie! I see youve greeted our guest. Jules, right? He asked, reaching a hand out to greet her.
Juless inseam was taller than he was, and she had to bend down to even shake his child sized hand. He used both hands to help create a firm grasp around her much larger hand, and shook it firmly.
Yup, thats me! Its nice to meet you Mr. Smith.
The pleasure is mine. I must say, you have quite a beautiful name, and its only fitting for someone as breathtaking as you. He complimented. Jules felt butterflies - usually people made her feel like an oddity, but Mr. Smith apparently had a way with words.
Go ahead and sit down. You dont mind if I take these off, do you? He offered, pointing to her boots. Jules shook her head no, but was a little hesitant about revealing her feet.
Well Im gonna venture a guess and say youre not a size 10 as noted in your email. He laughed, while unzipping the sides of each of her boots.
It was a bit amusing to Jules watching what was currently the smallest person she had met remove her shoes. She estimated the each foot was about the same length as his entire torso. After unzipping the boots, Jules lifted her leg so he could pull her foot free. Surprisingly he was able to do so without any struggle and quickly moved on to the next shoe. With both boots gone, Jules remained seated with her socked feet planted on the ground before Mr.Smith. She was wearing black and white polka-dotted socks which he was now smiling at.
Nice socks. He said, before crouching down to lift her foot up off the ground.
Mr.Smith pressed his body forward against her the sole of her foot as he reached up her ankle to grab the top of her sock. Jules smiled because her guess had been right. Her foot was indeed the length of his torso as confirmed by her heel pressed into his waist while her toes rested just below his neck. There was something oddly erotic about watching Mr.Smith peel her sock away, leaving her foot completely naked. Without any warning, he buried his nose into the undersides of her toes and ran a flattened hand against her heel up to the top of her arch.
Well well well. Someone lotioned her feet not too long ago. Vanilla? Jules nodded to confirm his guess, smiling as the man analyzed her foot. Soft feet with almost no callouses, a fresh black pedicure, a sweet smell, and they have a lovely shape. I think Im a fan already and you most definitely have passed the screening for tonight. Are you sure you havent done this before? He asked, jokingly.
Jules shook her head no, slightly embarrassed.
Ellie! Mr. Smith called out. Did you look at these jewels? I know you have a thing for big feet.
Jules eyes immediately darted towards Ellie after the terrible pun made by Mr. Smith. Ellie began to blush before quickly turning away from Jules gaze. No thanks, maybe later. Im going to get the other girls. Can you get the tinies ready?
Jules was strangely offended and curious by the short interaction. Despite not knowing her until five minutes ago, she half expected Ellie to say yes to playing with her feet - she wanted her to say yes. She knew she couldnt take it personal as this was only her first time doing this and surely Ellie had other things to organize before the others arrived. But Jules couldnt help her desire to satisfy Ellies discrete fetish. After all this woman was letting her into her home to make money, the least she could do would be to provide her with a small gift.
Just as Ellie was about to walk away, Jules called out, Hey Ellie, can you show me the room for private sessions now so I dont have to find you later. I would hate to ruin the flow for a future customer.
Ellie seemed caught off guard by her question, but clearly she wanted her guest to feel comfortable. Sure. Follow me.
Jules towering form followed the petite woman through her house. She was careful not to knock her head into any of the lighting fixtures as they made their way through the home. They passed a few doors in the hall until being led to a smaller living room area. - one where she could still stand.
This will be the best place for your size. I know its not a bedroom, but we have this curtain here you can use to shield your session from others walking by. She demonstrated, while pulling it closed, leaving the two in the room. You can always let me know if there are any issues, but it should work just fine.
It will work wonderfully. Thanks for the extra efforts to accommodate my unique stature. I know its not very common, but youve made me feel very welcomed, so thank you. Jules noted with a pause. Now I must ask. Is what Mr. Smith said true?
Ellie looked back at her with a puzzled look on her face. About what?
That you like big feet.
Ellies cheeks flushed red nearly immediately as her eyes glanced downward towards Jules feet. Yes, but I try not to get involved with our workers. And especially not during one of our events.
Yes I understand that. But what if I told you Im a little nervous about all of this. And that Ive never had anyone do anything to my feet. And that I would feel more comfortable if you were the first to show me what a session is like.
You want me to explain the process to you? Ellie asked, still puzzled by her hints.
No, Jules said sternly while waving a foot in front of her face, I want you to show me.
Stubbornly, Ellie reached for the curtain and slid it open, looking back at Jules with a small grin. Let me go grab one of our VIP guests and we can , Ellies words were snuffed out as Jules palmed her face with ease, preventing her smaller host from going any where. Muffled words sounded from the helpless womans mouth as she gripped onto Jules wrist with both of her hands, hoping to break her grasp. Jules was beginning to enjoy the feeling of power she held over the smaller woman.
Listen, Ellie. Im trying to please you. Youve been so accommodating, I figured this is the least I can do. Are you sure you dont want to worship me now? You may never have another chance. She noted, releasing Ellie from her her grasp.
Ellie was stuck in between her ethics and her desires. Look, your unique size and feet make you very very desirable, but I cant blow this off for the others. I need to make sure everyone is having a great experience - thats how we all get the most money from tonight and I hope you can respect that. Maybe if there is time later, we can play - I dont mind your rough play. But for now
stay here! Ive decided that you will be a special guest that will only allow guests that pay a premium.
Ellie then walked out, leaving Jules in her private room alone. Jules had never felt so embarrassed. She really wanted Ellie to enjoy her feet, but she couldnt believe how resistant she was being. Ellie had principles and Jules respected her for that
even more than she did before. This was Ellies business and she treated it as such. Something about that made Jules heart tingle just a bit. Maybe she was crushing on her host.
With nothing left to do, Jules sat down on the couch. Surprisingly it was long enough to fit her entire frame, including her feet. She laid down to think about what exactly she had singed up for. As her mind wandered, the curtain was suddenly thrown open, revealing Ellie holding a bottle of lotion and cleansing solutions.
These are for you. Make sure you use them after each session to keep clean and desirable. Your first clients will be in shortly. It turns out you are going to be very popular today. A bunch of the tinies saw your shoes and are curious about who they belong to. Some of them dont even believe a person actually wears them.
Before the clients began pouring in, Jules began sanitizing her feet with a wipe from the bottle Ellie had brought her. She ran the damp towelette across her soles and in between her toes, making sure the entirety of its surface was clean. Once she finished, Jules repeated the process on the other foot until both soles tingled with their newly refreshed skin. She then grabbed a bottle of lotion and squirted a small amount into her hand and then gracefully rubbed it across her soles and the tops of her feet. Jules wiggled her toes and danced her feet around as if putting on a show for herself. Her mini performance was interrupted by the sound of Ellies voice.
Please form a line here and Ill speak to Jules really quick to clarify how many will come in.
Shortly after her announcement, Ellie opened the curtain and poked her head in. She was wide-eyed with a funny smirk on her face, as she stared at Jules.
Sooo
Theres about a line of 15 tinies out here waiting to see you. I know its your first time so Im not sure how youd like to do this. Weve never had this many in line to see one girl. Normally they float around to open girls but I dont think thats happening. Do you want a couple in or one or
? Ellie asked, not wanting to make Jules uncomfortable.
Jules thought for a moment before deciding she was just going to have fun with the experience. Invite them all in. We can do a group introduction and then Ill decide what to do. You can go check in on the others. Ill let you know if I need your help.
Ellie looked surprised, but didnt argue with the newcomer. Alright everyone go ahead and come in.
Ellie pulled the curtain aside, allowing an opening for the line of tinies to enter the room. Jules impatiently waited on the couch for her incoming clients. She was finally going to see her first tiny
or rather, fifteen tinies. As they funneled into the room, Jules noted that they indeed ranged in size. Some appeared several times larger than others, but all fell within the typical range of 3-10 inches. Her excitement grew knowing she would essentially be playing with these doll-sized people. Standing before her, the line of tinies awaited additional instructions from Jules who was still awestruck by their presence. Some of them pointed to her, some pointed at her feet, some laughed with each other while others gazed up in awe as well.
Welcome everyone. Im glad youre as excited to see me as I am you, she began while standing to her full height. The one rule in this room is that I make the rules and you will do as I say. If you cant do that, I suggest you leave now.
She kept a straight face, but giggled inside at the sight of all of them craning their next upwards to see her face. It was breathtaking for a Normie to see her full height of nine feet, and Jules could only imagine what she looked like to them. She was a goddess. Doing some calculations in her head, she realized she was 11 times the height of the tallest tiny and around 35 times the height of the smallest one. Her feet were 2-3 times the size of all of them, with some even being about the same size as her longest toes, which now drummed against the floor in anticipation of her new servants being squeezed between them.
Now. Can I get a single line right here? She said, toe-tapping a spot between her feet where she wanted them to congregate.
The group sprung into action, with tinies sprinting to be first. The taller ones obviously had an advantage being several times larger, but surprisingly some of the smaller tinies managed to get ahead of them. Thats when Jules spotted a taller tiny shove a smaller tiny behind him, moving himself further up the line. The foul play struck a nerve with Jules, and she was not going to tolerate any sort of bullying between the tinies. She stood to her full height, casting an ominous shadow back over all the tinies.
Listen here. You will not only treat me with respect, but the others around you. Let this be an example for you. She lectured to the group while eyeing the violator of the group.
He was among the tallest of the group and had displaced another tiny that was only the height of his thigh. She was going to make her point loud and clear for the others. Without warning, Jules snatched the culprits leg between her toes with remarkable precision and yanked him away from the others. He hit the floor hard from the quick and unexpected attack before painfully being dragged down the carpet. Her toes reluctantly released his leg from their grasp, but quickly squashed him back into the ground. With the ball of her foot squarely in the middle of his upper back, she flattened his head to the ground with merely the use of her big toe. The group watched in horror as she toyed with her prey.
I can make things very painful if you dont. She noted, slowly applying more pressure to the victim beneath her foot. She heard an audibly wince before letting up slightly, only to repeat the pressure over and over.Now please leave this group, sir. And for that matter, anyone whos uncomfortable with the fact that I dont have an HH license can leave too.
She lifted her foot, and to her surprise, not only did the tiny from underfoot leave, but five others that were waiting in line made their way to the exit nearby, leaving only nine loyal tinies remaining. She had assumed none would leave, but it was better they knew the risk rather than her feeling guilty. Her phone buzzed several times in her pocket, and then again, and again. She nervously slid it from her side, expecting a phone call from Ellie and the disappointed clients. To her surprise, they were notifications from her digital wallet. Tips were pouring in from the remaining tinies with small messages thanking her for serving justice. Her sense of righteousness was validated and she looked upon her remaining clients with a little extra glint in her eye.
Well thank you for showing a little gratitude. She laughed, while making air quotes for the word little. Now that we know whos loyal, lets have some fun.
Jules took a seat once more and planted a foot to each side of the group, walling them between her massive peds. She wasnt sure how to proceed, but figured there was really no way she could do wrong. They liked feet, and she had a whole lotta feet to give. Even while together, her foot was longer than the nine participants standing in line. Jules slowly brought her feet together, closing the gap between her feet and the tinies. She grinned at them, noting some of the worried looks as they began to realize that each foot was collapsing around them. Their heads darted back and forth as the fleshy walls converged on them, until finally Jules tilted her feet just enough to reveal her elusive soles and entrapped them.
Squeals cried out from between her feet as she sandwiched every tiny between her soles. Some were completely engulfed, others heads poked out, and for a few fortunate tinies they had their entire upper body still free. Half the group was facing her left and half was facing right, depending what they were looking at just before being trapped between her luscious soles. Jules could feel various tickling sensations on her soles, which made her giggle as she gently applied a little more pressure. With her tinies tightly secured between her feet, she gently lifted the group into the air, watching as all their legs dangled and kicked unsure of where the ground had suddenly gone. The giant woman pivot on her but, swinging her legs to the side until her feet hovered above the opposite end of the couch. Her feet parted, and the tinies stuck between suddenly crashed to the ground. Some were piled on top of others while others landed on the soft cotton surface of the seat cushion. The silhouette of Jules feet could be seen on the discarded group of tinies, growing larger as Juless feet lowered themselves back down. Several tinies tried to scramble to their feet and escape while others laid dazed from the fall. Either way, most found themselves back at the mercy of Jules soles which soon settled on top, smothering them underneath. Jules hardly put any weight down, making sure not to squish any of them accidentally. The familiar sensation of tickles resumed as the tinies squirmed to free themselves, but none would succeed.
Listen up, tinies. I want to feel those tongues at work. My feet came her to get worshipped. She demanded, half-jokingly while pressing down to make her point.
Her demands were greeted by various sensations across her soles and feet. They were all eagerly licking her feet and the feeling was unparalleled. Her eyes rolled back while she soaked in her servants will to please her. She looked down to see couple of tinies that had managed to escape the her descending soles, but clearly had no intention of denying her attention. They kissed and licked the sides of her feet, slowly working up the length of her foot. One in particular made his way to the front of her toes, standing before them, enamored by their beauty. She wiggled them, hoping to snap him out if his trance. He quickly tucked himself under her toes, which were about as long as he was tall. Jules curiously watched as the tiny man wrapped his arms and legs around the girth of her toe, as though he was wrestling it. The imagery of the him, now suddenly human toe ring, made Jules pussy throb. She squeezed her toes together playfully as he continued to caress and worship her toe. Jules was in a trance of her own now, mesmerized by the feeling of power she held over these tinies.
She finally lifted her feet away and tucked her legs inward, bringing her knees towards her chest, while resting her feet flat against the cushion. The tinies all looked towards her retreating feet as though their business was unfinished. Just as she was about to give them their next task, Jules noticed the servant still clutching her toe. His relentlessness brought a smile to her face. She fanned her toes out, and extended a leg out, to display him tin front of the others.
Take note of this guy! She told the others. I want you all to be as passionate as him.
She then plucked him from her toe and set him down between her feet, directing him to face the others. All eyes were focused on the small man who stood between her towering feet and legs. Jules toes crept inwards, nearing the tiny man, before lightly tapping him on the head, grabbing his attention.
Kiss your goddess. She demanded.
Jules felt what she assumed to be a kiss on the bottom of her toe.
No, slave. In between my toes. She corrected, spreading her toes before him.
He approached cautiously, walking between her two longest toes with relative easy before planting yet another kiss upon her skin. The sensation sent tingles through her spine and her toes immediately responded with gratitude, snatching his head between their clasp before lifting him off the ground. His arms flailed wildly as he ascended into the air with his head still trapped between. The moment was brief before her grasp released him. The power play was followed by Jules turning onto her stomach, revealing her entire backside, and more importantly, her soles. There was a brief and silent pause before she finally spoke.
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If you havent figured it out already, I want my feet massaged. Now!
Almost immediately, Jules felt miniature hands, elbows and knees pressing against the soles of her feet. From the pads of her toes down through her arches and just above her heels, Jules could feel the admirable efforts of all her tiny servants. The noble attempts to please her were nothing more than that; no tiny had the strength to give her a proper massage. Luckily for them, the only thing that mattered to her was their obedience. She took another moment to soak in the feeling of their tiny hands at work and even took a glance back to appreciate the sight of nine tinies serving her feet. Then subtly, she slid a finger between her legs and buried her head in the couch. Jules closed her eyes, teased herself, and enjoyed the exceptional occasion. It wasnt long before she floated into a light sleep.
Jules mind snapped out of the fog when she heard the voice of Mr.Smith who sounded like he was approaching her room. She opened her eyes, and was greeted by the sight of the small man entering through the curtains. A camera was wrapped around his neck, accompanied by his vibrant smile and high energy.
Well, well, well. I see everyone is enjoying themselves. He said, snapping several pics of her feet with the tinies. I just came by to grab a few photos of your session for our social media pages. Do you guys mind if I direct you into certain spots for some photos, and then you can resume?
No one objected to the hosts request and Mr. Smith wasted no time in setting up the next shot.
Ok Jules, can I have you lifted you feet up. You can keep lying down, but bend your knees at 90 degrees so your soles are up. The tinies scattered before Jules obliged, raising her feet up. Mr. Smith gently brought her feet together so her soles were side by side. Ok leave them just like that. Now, I have never done this shot before, but Jules has some unique boats so hopefully this works. Now
Jules watched as Mr. Smith picked the tinies up one by one, positioning each of them on her soles in a particular way until all nine tinies were posing on her upturned soles towards the camera. Jules kept her feet relaxed as Mr. Smiths camera clicked repeatedly, snapping photos from various angles. After each shot, Mr. Smith would check the camera, hoping to snap the perfect photo until finally he felt satisfied.
Alright, now for the next shot. I need all the tinies that are 4 inches and below. Mr.Smith continued while returning each of them to the couch. He then selected the six participants raising their hands and looked to Jules. Jules were gonna need you to sit up for this one. Put your heels on the ground with your toes up and spread em!
Jules did as she was asked, curious to see his vision. With a handful of tinies, Mr. Smith began meticulously placing each of them between her toes until all six were squeezed between her toes as though they were toe-separators for a new pedicure. Several flashes indicated more pictures were being taken, and Jules began playing with her own poses. She scrunched her toes together, squeezing the tinies between while several more shots were snapped. Jules was a natural with finding new poses and it didnt take long before Mr. Smith was done.
Wow! Those are going to be great! He exclaimed. Ok lets get one more with the rest of you.
Two taller tinies stepped out for their moment of glory, in addition to the one barely taller than the four-inchers that had just gone. They stood before her feet, waiting for Mr. Smiths instructions.
Ok lets get you all to lay down facing Jules. On your backs.
Jules watched the miniature men lay on the ground. She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this.
Alright and Jules, I want you to put your foot down on this one. He directed, pointing to the tiny on her left. And make sure you get his head between your toes. Then for this side, lets get your sole up, appearing like its about to stomp on these two. You guys need to look fearful.
Before he even finished the order for the latter two tinies, Jules smothered the tiny on her left, covering him in the blanket of her sole. He was undoubtedly enjoying the moment, as noted by the large smile on his face as she gripped his head firmly between her toes like a vice. She lifted his head up a little, making sure he could see her reflecting grin. Even with her focus on the tiny underfoot, Jules propped her remaining foot up to model for the camera. Following suit, the camera continued to snap pictures of the giantess scene. Jules changed her pose, using her big toes to pin the heads of two tinies.
*click click click*
Great work, Jules. Their host complimented.
Jules had no intention of stopping. She was enjoying herself far too much modeling as a giantess. Her dexterous toes quickly snagged the smaller of the tinies and drug him to the center stage. Jules stood to her full height and planted her foot on the doll-size man, posing her dominance. The width of her foot was equivalent to his height, nearly snuffing his existence from the photo.
*click click click*
Jules quickly changed poses, snagging his leg between her toes before kicking a leg out, leaving him suspended mid-air with his head and arms dangling to the ground. Mr. Smith moved in close for a couple shots , then panned out, placing at the camera between shots.
These are amazing. Take a look. He suggested, turning the camera towards Jules for her to see.
Jules set the tiny between her toes down carefully before trying to view the small screen on Mr. Smiths camera. Unfortunately, she was a tad too tall for the inseam-sized man, and his reach didnt suffice for her to see. Instead, Jules extended her arms and hands, grabbing the camera from Mr. Smith so she could bring it to view. Her oversized fingers made it difficult to flip through the photos using the buttons, but she managed to move through the series of photos, taking note of the ones she liked. As she looked down towards the camera, and inherently towards her host, an idea popped into her head.
She flipped the cameras settings from photo review to the lens view, and positioned the camera lens towards Mr. Smith. Unaware she was no longer flipping though the past photos, Mr. Smith was caught off guard when Jules abruptly planted her enormous foot onto his face, covering the entirety of his head beneath. She could feel his head fit snugly into her arch as she posed once again for the perfect photo.
*click click click*
Mr. Smith grabbed the sides of her foot with his comically small hands while Jules snapped a few more photos of the size disparity. Contrary to her assumption, Mr. Smith was not pushing her foot away, but rather, pulling it firmly against his face. Jules could feel a tongue climbing up the length of her sole before slithering between her toes. The fearless host continued his adoration of the giant ped, bringing her biggest toe to the edge of his lips. A modest smile escaped her lips as he plunged the toe deep into his mouth, nearly filling it. Jules had never had her toes sucked before, and it wasnt as ticklish as she had thought. Instead it was rather unique, definitely wet and warm, and surprisingly arousing.
She was so hypnotized by the sensation, she had nearly forgotten about the camera in her hand. Angling it downward, she captured a few more photos of the intimate scene as Mr. Smith moved slowly from toe to toe, seductively sliding each toe in and out from his mouth. Yet again, Jules found her pussy throbbing in excitement. When Mr. Smith finally finished with her pinky toe, he calmly pecked the base of her toes and smiled, but Jules wanted more. Rather than accepting it as his finally touch, Jules forced him to the floor with a swift shove to his chest.
Whoa. Someone is having a little too His words were cut short by Jules, who was quick to muffle his words by inserting several toes into his mouth, which needed to stretch slightly to accommodate her eager appendages.
Tell me you dont like it and Ill stop. Jules dared, removing her toes so he could speak. Silence was all that followed. Thats what I thought. Youre just like all these other foot slaves.
Jules continued to shoot photos as she tortured the halfling, gagging him with her toes. She had picked up on the dominating role play rather quickly. It was almost natural. She had spent her entire life feeling out of place and unwanted, but this was anything but. Jules was very much in the right place. Removing her toes once more, Jules pointed to the cleaning materials Ellie had left.
Now go get some wipes and clean your slobber off my feet. She asserted.
One look around and Jules realized all the tinies were just staring at her, some looking as though they were on the verge of salivating. She decided this was the opportunity to capitalize on making some additional money. Her show was definitely worth it.
Im going to set a timer for one minute, and the highest bidder gets a prize. She stated, pulling out her phone.
Within moments, Jules phone began blowing up with donations from her tiny admirers. Some large, some small. It didnt matter to her, since she was keeping it all regardless. Ding after ding rang from her phone as they competed to outbid each other. Meanwhile Mr. Smith was wiping her feet clean, and was doing a damn thorough job. Each bid varied, but Jules had spotted the winner long ago. A $500 donation far exceeded any of the others she had seen. Glancing down, Jules checked the time remaining.
10 seconds.
She let the time run down until finally announcing the winner.
Who is Gold n Tiny? She asked, scanning the room for a raised hand.
The tallest of the tinies stepped forward, and then kneeled before her without any instruction to do so. She bent down, eyeing the man closely before snatching him in her hand. Even as the largest Tiny, he was nothing but a toy to her and her amazonian stature. Jules brought him dauntingly close to her face, to the point he could feel the breath exiting her body. His worries melted away when she unexpectedly kissed him, enveloping his minuscule face between her lips. The comical part for Jules was it felt like kissing a doll and nothing intimate. She looked to the others who gawked back in jealousy.
The rest of you may leave. My Gold n Tiny here will be my last session of the day. It has been a pleasure with you all. Mr. Smith, dont forget you camera. She announced to the group, while returning the camera to her host.
Everyone stared with disappointment in their eyes before she finally snapped. Now!
The tinies scurried, following Mr. Smith as he escorted them out of the room. With just Jules and her final client, she returned her attention to the tiny in her hand. The man looked both excited and nervous to begin, now that he was left alone with the giantess.
Lets have some fun, shall we. Jules smiled. Before we get started though, what is your real name?
Turning her head, Jules listened intently for him to speak into her ear. Danny.
She laughed, pulling him away so she could face him once more. Her mind ran rampant with ideas of things to do to the pint-sized man. What would make him happy, and more importantly, what would make her happy. Should she ask him what he wanted to do? Or just tell him? Her own impulses favored the latter. This was her show after all.
You gonna be a good boy, Danny? Or am I gonna have to punish you? She asked rhetorically, placing him on the ground, merely inches from her toes. Get on the ground and beg for me to even let you touch my feet.
As expected, Danny promptly stooped to his knees and began begging. His faint please were indiscernible to the giant woman before him, but his actions spoke louder than his words. Jules placed a big toe and each of his hands, pinning him in place.
Are you gonna show me how much you love these feet?
She could see him nod, unable to look up at her with her weight still pressing down on his hands. Jules used a foot to effortlessly roll him sideways onto his back. He stared up at her, still smiling as she lowered her magnificent foot back on top of him. She smothered Danny into the sole of her foot, while she meticulously prodded his manhood with her toe. Het toes rhythmically rubbed up and down between his legs while he worshipped the surface of her warm sole. She could feel Dannys hands traversing across her skin as though he wanted to feel all of her at once. Jules quickened the pace of her seductive movements, provoking a reaction from the tiny underfoot. Dannys body began to tense as she continued to stroke her toe against his member, until finally he couldnt take it anymore. Jules giggled as Dannys body suddenly shuddered and seized. Despite knowing he had climaxed, Jules continued to toy between Dannys legs, furthering his bodys involuntary responses. When he finally quit trembling, Jules applied a little more weight to her foot, flattening Dannys upper body underneath leaving only his legs free. She noted the small wet spot on his pants, which brought an unanticipated joy to Jules. She continued to press down, feeling as her sole molded around his petite frame and visualizing the air and light vanishing from his world. The power she felt watching his legs kicking violently in fear of dying was the final run she needed. Jules lifted her foot to liberate the man of any grim demise, only to find him still stuck to the bottom of her foot. Laughing, she reached down and peeled the man away, discarding him to the ground. He was very much alive, horrified, and satisfied from his experience.
Times up little one. Hope you enjoyed your session.
Danny scampered away towards the exiting, leaving the giantess alone to reflect on her experience. As she stared at her watch, watching the time tick, Ellies voice called out.
Are you all done back here. The other girls have already left and I just wanted to make sure you were alright, she began while handing over a white envelope. Heres your guaranteed payment for tonight. Thanks again for coming. Well have to meet another time as I need to complete some business with Mr. Smith.
Jules grabbed the envelope as flashbacks of Mr. Smith under her foot flooded her mind. She had almost forgotten to even respond as Ellie walked away.
Thank you for hosting me. Youve been great. Maybe well see each other again? Jules asked, suggesting a positive response.
Yes, of course. It was a pleasure having you. Sorry we didnt talk much. Ellie apologized.
Jules shook her head, No worries. Sorry for being a tad forward earlier. I just thought .
Its okay. Forget about it. Your shoes and socks are over there somewhere. She said, clearly in a hurry. Jules looked to where she was pointing and spotted her possessions. Have a goodnight, Jules.
A feeling of disappointment overcame Jules as things finally came to an end. All of the guests had left, as well as all the other foot models. The room was empty and alone. In contrast, the party was undoubtedly the best experience she could have asked for, and surely she would participate in future events. Accepting its conclusion, Jules took a seat next to her discarded socks and shoes. With her left hand she reached for a sock, flipped it around to the proper side before slipping it over her foot. She was about to repeat the process for her remaining bare foot, when she noticed a tiny emerge from under the couch. She estimated him to be around four or five inches tall. Jules wasnt sure whether he was voyeuristically watching her or if had accidentally gotten lost in the cushions during a prior session. Either way, he was supposed to have left already with the others.
Her longing for more, and the absence of anybody else set the stage for a rather impulsive decision. Looking around the room one last time, Jules made sure no one was around to witness her act before locking eyes with the tiny man, who was now waving goodbye to her. Jules waved back, eyeing him as he turned to leave, providing the perfect opportunity for her to strike. The doll of a man was completely unaware before being rammed to the floor by several of her large toes. Before he could defend himself, Jules had him pinned underfoot, mashing him into the carpet. She scrunched and wiggled her toes several times, attempting to situate him perfectly under the crevice of her toes, until giving him one final squeeze to hold him in place. She lifted her foot with her new tiny captive stowed under her toes, carefully set it on her knee and gave him one last look. The tiny appeared terrified, and based on his muffled screams, she knew it was true. The last he saw of the room was an eclipsing sock, snuffing out any light and trapping him inside.
Jules could feel his futile attempts of fighting back, but his struggles did little more than arouse her. Jules stood to her full height, careful not to crush him in the process and cautiously made her way to the door. This was the only payment she needed: a tiny to serve her whenever she pleased.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Amazon, MiniGTS, and feet focused.
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