BEING GIANT!
It was a quiet night a couple of years ago, and I decided to go out and explore an art gallery that had caught my eye. The works on display lit up the space with vibrant colors, and the atmosphere was perfect for getting lost in creativity. As I gazed at a painting, I felt a presence beside me.An older man approached, his height making him stand out in the crowd. His gaze was intense, and despite his age, there was something magnetic about him. He began to tell me about the work we were looking at, and quickly the conversation flowed between us. As we talked, I realized there was an undeniable spark.Slowly, he opened up about his experiences and desires, and confessed to me that he had an unusual fetish: he was turned on by the idea of feeling small, of being dominated. The revelation took me by surprise, but it also sent a surge of adrenaline through me.The thought of putting my feet on his face settled in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile at the possibility. His eyes sparkled with excitement at my suggestion, and with a knowing smile, he invited me into his apartment.When we arrived, the atmosphere became electric. He made me kneel before him, and when I placed my feet on his face, I saw his eyes close in pleasure. The power I felt at that moment was indescribable."You are so small," I whispered, feeling an intense connection between us. His soft, pleased laughter echoed as we enjoyed this new game, a world where our desires intertwined in surprising ways.The atmosphere in the apartment was intimate, and every corner seemed to vibrate with the energy we had created. As I kept my feet on his face, I realized that every moment was filled with a shared desire. His breathing became deeper, and I could feel him giving himself over completely to this experience."Tell me how you feel," I asked, curious to know his thoughts. His eyes slowly opened, and a satisfied smile spread across his face."It's liberating," he replied, his voice shaking. "I've never experienced anything like it. It makes me feel... small, yet powerful in your presence."His words resonated with me, and the connection we shared intensified. I began to toy with the idea of taking it further, exploring his desire for submission. With a gentle gesture, I encouraged him to let go, to give himself over completely to the experience."Trust me," I whispered, as I moved my feet delicately, enjoying the way his body responded. Each gesture seemed to heighten his pleasure, and I felt more and more empowered.As we went along, I realized we were creating a safe space where we could both explore our desires without judgment. The chemistry between us was palpable, and every laugh, every whisper, brought us closer together."I want you to tell me what you want," I told him, feeling like that communication was key to our connection. He smiled, his eyes shining with a glint of excitement."I want you to lead me," he replied. "I want to feel completely at your mercy."With those words, I felt even more intrigued and excited. I began to dictate the rules of the game, leading him into a world where his wishes could come true. The night became a dance of power and surrender, where we both explored the limits of our connection.As the night progressed, the atmosphere was filled with palpable tension. Every gesture, every word, seemed to take us further in our exploration. The trust we had built became the pillar of our connection.With a whisper, I asked him to kneel before me, and he complied with a surrendering smile. I felt a surge of power as I saw him surrender to my wishes. "Now, I want you to tell me what you feel," I told him, enjoying the moment."I feel alive," he replied, his voice shaking with emotion and a huge erection. "This is more than I had imagined. I love being here with you."With those words, I decided to take it a step further. I asked him to describe his deepest fantasies, and as he spoke, I could see his face light up. Each revelation was a new brick in the construction of our connection, and I was eager to explore each one of them, it was then that I asked him to take his pants down and masturbate, I would do the same so that we could reach an indescribable orgasmThe night culminated in a climax of emotions and sensations that man would have ejaculated on your own torso while I would have done it on my feet which he was licking. We let ourselves get carried away by the moment, enjoying every moment, every whisper, every laugh. The intimacy between us became almost palpable, and the desire transformed into something deeper, a bond that seemed to transcend the night.Finally, when it was all over, we stayed there, in silence, enjoying the calm after the storm. I looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of satisfaction and happiness. "Thank you for this experience," he said, his voice soft and full of gratitude."Thank you for trusting me."