by Hand-Holder » Fri Aug 20, 2021 6:32 pm
No mercy, no care, no fancy - 18
Post by Hand-Holder » 20 Aug 2021 18:58
I shrink you to seven inches, right now, where you are...
I grab you just as you are, right now...
I keep all you are wearing dressed on, right now as you are...
--- // ---
I tie both tips of a long thin leather string to each one of your wrists... They look to you and feel like giant wooden tree lianas, strongly twisted around your delicate skin...
I than powerfully raise my new sexy clothed living collar and, with your front facing My endless naked chest, I hang you from my neck...
The string barely stretches with your tiny weight, but you feel your body dangling heavy with no ground where to get a foothold...
You face, your firm tits and your knees, all are the ones who most feel my rough warm chest skin, not too hairy but also not bare... And a strong male scent invades you all around...
You soon learn that squirming makes you dangle heavier, too stretched only by your arms, so you calm down and get some attrition against my giant shapes with your feet...
Than quickly arrives over you, a half-shadowy giant rough fabric, although my classic shirt feels quite soft and tidy on Me...
The fabric dangles in wild waves just above your head, as I lay them fit on Me and starts getting heavier and tighter, as I close the buttons from down to top...
Finally, as I leave only the last button loose, the fabrics cover all of you, laying too heavy and rough for your dangling comfort...
There is still half-light for you, because it is a pale blue color shirt, but after enclosing on your figure, all your curves are pulled towards my endless and bare chest skin...
A pleasant smell of clean clothes also adds to your senses, giving away some lavender but my strong musky skin deeply contrast on the front...
I add an opened blazer on Me, so you still get some light, but now the shirt doubled it´s stiffness against every single curve of your perfect little body...
You can barely move now, but at least you are not 100% dangling with some grip from My clothes, so you resign to remain all squeezed on My hot tanned salty skin...
I go for a coffee on a Lisbon´s terrace and don´t have a plan for when I will be coming back home, so you totally ignore how long this will all last...
As I walk the streets, you are hit from all sides by distant muffled sounds of cars, horns, people, chatter...
As I move, the shirt punishes you against My skin... And your tiny warm presence becomes just slightly moisty where you squeeze, over and over, on Me...
You are taken all squeezed up into a place, with only distant talks and birds, giving away some garden area, but My smell keeps wrapping on you...
Since you have 7 inches is very difficult to hide you, so I cover my chest with a magazine when the waitress gets close and brings my order...
When we become alone again, another surprise awaits you... A giant hand covers your fabric prison but does not go heavy on you...
I sip some great coffee and very gently start exploring and discerning each one of your sexy little shapes, all squeezed right under my shirt...
My slowly traveling fingers are not attempting to be gentle, as you start squirming tightly, they are rather being careful just at discovering your precise curves...
Like reading in braille, I start getting your tiny shoes, your ankles, your legs, your thighs, your curvy teasing butt, your arched sexy backs...
I slightly force just a bit your legs to spread under My fabrics, and resume my giant tactile journeys...
I´m being slowly just because I want you all read with my fingertips, know each and every wrinkle of yours by heart...
--- // ---
No mercy, no care, no fancy...
And it goes on and on until...
--- // ---
Until what ???
You tell me...
No mercy, no care, no fancy - 18
Post by Hand-Holder » 20 Aug 2021 18:58
I shrink you to seven inches, right now, where you are...
I grab you just as you are, right now...
I keep all you are wearing dressed on, right now as you are...
--- // ---
I tie both tips of a long thin leather string to each one of your wrists... They look to you and feel like giant wooden tree lianas, strongly twisted around your delicate skin...
I than powerfully raise my new sexy clothed living collar and, with your front facing My endless naked chest, I hang you from my neck...
The string barely stretches with your tiny weight, but you feel your body dangling heavy with no ground where to get a foothold...
You face, your firm tits and your knees, all are the ones who most feel my rough warm chest skin, not too hairy but also not bare... And a strong male scent invades you all around...
You soon learn that squirming makes you dangle heavier, too stretched only by your arms, so you calm down and get some attrition against my giant shapes with your feet...
Than quickly arrives over you, a half-shadowy giant rough fabric, although my classic shirt feels quite soft and tidy on Me...
The fabric dangles in wild waves just above your head, as I lay them fit on Me and starts getting heavier and tighter, as I close the buttons from down to top...
Finally, as I leave only the last button loose, the fabrics cover all of you, laying too heavy and rough for your dangling comfort...
There is still half-light for you, because it is a pale blue color shirt, but after enclosing on your figure, all your curves are pulled towards my endless and bare chest skin...
A pleasant smell of clean clothes also adds to your senses, giving away some lavender but my strong musky skin deeply contrast on the front...
I add an opened blazer on Me, so you still get some light, but now the shirt doubled it´s stiffness against every single curve of your perfect little body...
You can barely move now, but at least you are not 100% dangling with some grip from My clothes, so you resign to remain all squeezed on My hot tanned salty skin...
I go for a coffee on a Lisbon´s terrace and don´t have a plan for when I will be coming back home, so you totally ignore how long this will all last...
As I walk the streets, you are hit from all sides by distant muffled sounds of cars, horns, people, chatter...
As I move, the shirt punishes you against My skin... And your tiny warm presence becomes just slightly moisty where you squeeze, over and over, on Me...
You are taken all squeezed up into a place, with only distant talks and birds, giving away some garden area, but My smell keeps wrapping on you...
Since you have 7 inches is very difficult to hide you, so I cover my chest with a magazine when the waitress gets close and brings my order...
When we become alone again, another surprise awaits you... A giant hand covers your fabric prison but does not go heavy on you...
I sip some great coffee and very gently start exploring and discerning each one of your sexy little shapes, all squeezed right under my shirt...
My slowly traveling fingers are not attempting to be gentle, as you start squirming tightly, they are rather being careful just at discovering your precise curves...
Like reading in braille, I start getting your tiny shoes, your ankles, your legs, your thighs, your curvy teasing butt, your arched sexy backs...
I slightly force just a bit your legs to spread under My fabrics, and resume my giant tactile journeys...
I´m being slowly just because I want you all read with my fingertips, know each and every wrinkle of yours by heart...
--- // ---
No mercy, no care, no fancy...
And it goes on and on until...
--- // ---
Until what ???
You tell me...