by Kara Dollgirl » Sun Aug 16, 2020 4:10 am
To my SWB Friends, Giants and Tinies,
After spending a few weeks on the other side of the gender divide, we're back this week to a friendly, loving giant.
I suppose we should call these entries "
A Doll's Diary:
Reminiscences of a Woman Who Loves Being Small"
Because they all come from the same place--the heart and mind of a woman who has always wanted to be a doll and wishes it were possible.
But until it is (let me know if you hear anything!) I guess I will continue to share my fantasies with friends who have similar (though I know not identical) feelings. As always, hope you enjoy it!
Kara
(image by davren57 on DA)
Little Kara, Teacher’s Pet
One thing I just LOVE about being a doll-sized girl and getting to wear all sorts of beautiful, sexy little outfits is that I seem to become the girl who would wear these particular clothes. It’s almost as though being reduced in size frees me from many of the inhibitions I would normally have as a full-sized woman.
For instance, if we are in the office, in work mode, and I am wearing something business-like, along with my glasses that make me look smarter, I become the all-business girl, who gets right to work and would NEVER flirt or try to take her Boss’ mind off his job…or at least no more than any good 6-inch tall secretary!
If I get to wear something that is geared for sports, exercise or athletic pursuits, I am the All-American girl, hair pulled back in a pony-tail, not concerned about a little perspiration, making sure to wear my sports bra so I don’t distract any male opponents or spectators too much.
But when I slip on something doll-sized that is also sexy and naughty, I start to become that female…I guess the clothes do make the girl! So when I put on one of my sexy, flirty “naughty schoolgirl” outfits, I start to act more like a college-aged co-ed, who has nothing more taxing on her little mind except for guys, Guys and GUYS! And there is no guy bigger or nicer guy than my tender, loving Boss and Master.
So after I have slipped into my naughty little doll-sized outfit, complete with the long black stockings that I know he loves, pulling my teeny-tiny skirt high enough on my hips that it barely covers my lady parts (which is important, since I’m NOT wearing any panties at this time!), tying the knot in the top just below my ample breasts, tying the little school tie around my neck like a collar, and pushing it down between my breasts, slipping into my black patent pumps that make me at least 6 and 1/4 inches tall.
Once I have completed my ensemble and checked myself out in the huge mirror, I begin to become what I behold, slipping into the persona of naughty young college girl, who has been SO bad and has come to her stern teacher to confess her bad deeds. One heel-clad toe turns in, one hand goes behind my back, I look shamefully down at the table and one of my fingers finds its way inside my mouth, as I am confronted by my giant Boss/Master/Teacher
“Hello, Mister Boss. I'm here for my punishment”.
“Punishment? Whatever has my little Teacher's Pet done to deserve punishment, Miss Kara?”
“Oh, I've been a very naughty dollgirl, Mister Boss!”
“You have? Well, Miss Kara, perhaps you'd better tell me what you've done, that is so naughty that you need to be punished? “
“Well, Mister Boss, today, while you were lecturing on "The UNIX Command Line Interface", I wasn't really paying attention. Instead, I was imagining what it might be like to be picked up, and played with, by my giant teacher! “
“Hmmm... That's not a very serious infraction, Miss Kara. I don't think it's deserving of any punishment. Lots of my students don't pay attention to me when I lecture, and to tell the truth, having never had such a tiny student before, I was wondering the same thing myself. Heheh.”
“Oh, and also, I'm not wearing any underwear... EEEEEEEEK!”
“Mmmmm... you certainly aren't, Miss Kara. Lucky for you, I love it when my students are naughty, and I love to spank them when they are!”
“Oh, Mister Boss! Please, not another spanking! Mmmmmmmmm.... EEEEEEP!”
Then the fun begins, as he lays me across his massive, powerful hand, flips my teeny skirt up over my tushie, picks up a nearby ruler from the desk, and proceeds to “punish” my tender derriere until my ass is red and sore, while I pound on his giant hand and kick and scream about the unfairness of it all!
But my gentle giant knows me so well and knows what I like. He knows that the sense of helplessness I feel at being a tiny doll and lying in the palm of his hand, is what gets me SO very excited. Add to that being spanked while helpless in the palm of his hand, and I am so hot and wet I can hardly stand it.
Then he takes advantage of the fact that I am NOT wearing any panties, as he plucks me out of his left hand with his right fingers around my tiny waist. I do my usual role-play thing of kicking my teeny legs and beating on his huge hand with my teeny fists, which he doesn’t even feel. I scream and cry in my teeny, high-pitched little voice. Now I am overwhelmed with feelings of being so tiny and so very helpless, and my arousal spikes even more.
He gets up from his desk and carries me, kicking and screaming, over to the couch that he keeps in his office for when he has to work late. He lies down and props his head up on a pillow that is lying there. He then deposits me, like some kind of little pet he is playing with, with my tiny legs straddling his enormous mouth, facing me toward his nose. I give out a tiny yelp as my sore butt rests on his lips. I can see from his eyes that he is enjoying this little game with his little toy girl.
Before I can say or do anything, his giant tongue snakes out from his mouth and gently licks along my tiny sex. I gasp and shiver as I feel the huge, hard fleshy thing caress me there again…”oh, my gawd…” I cry out as I feel it touch me again. I hear an intermittent sound from the closed lips below and feel the rumble in his throat as he chuckles, knowing full well what this is doing to my doll-sized, helpless body, still dressed in a teeny-tiny schoolgirl outfit (minus the panties).
Then the huge tongue returns, its fleshy, wet tip teasing my tiny slit, and my mind loses all thought except for what I am feeling, which is incredible. I can hear deep sounds of “Mmmmmmm” as the giant probes my slit again and I can tell he is enjoying the taste of my tiny juices and hearing my high-pitched cries as the tip of his tongue parts my nether lips and pushes its way inside of me, eliciting an even louder outburst from my impassioned lips. I am sopping wet now, and I know my giant can taste even more of my juices as he continues to work his magic on my helpless, miniature form. Now the huge, wet tongue speeds up its ministrations, and I am lifted to heights of erotic bliss I never knew as a full-sized woman…
Throwing my little head back, my eyed closed, I am feeling every amazing sensation crashing like wave after wave over my 6-inch body. My tiny hands slip up under my knotted schoolgirl shirt to play with my breasts and my nipples, which are as hard as diamonds now. Suddenly the tongue speeds up again and I cry out, “OHHHHHHH, MASTER!” because this treatment makes me feel like his tiny slave girl doll, so small and so completely helpless and so totally in his power. I love this feeling SO much. I feel again the rumbling of his laughter, knowing he realizes this.
The giant tongue picks up speed again, sliding expertly through my folds to tease my miniature clit. I scream again in my tiny high-pitched little voice “Oh GAWD, OH GAWD, I’m gonna….” And my voice rises higher and higher as I near my climax. “EEEEEEEKKKK!” I scream as I hit my peak, my whole small body thrumming with pleasure. I know he will always remember the sight that I am to his eyes: a doll-sized, nubile blonde girl in a naughty schoolgirl outfit, back arched, head back, eyes closed, mouth wide open in an ecstatic cry, tiny hands rolling itty-bitty nipples between teeny fingers.
Finally the tremors and aftershocks subside, and I finally come down from my orgasmic high, as the huge tongue departs, retracting between his lips. I am flushed and sweating, panting heavily, every nerve in my tiny body electrified. I slump forward bonelessly, my teeny breasts squashing against the side of the giant’s nose as I flop into the enormous, smiling face, totally spent. But I promise myself that when I recover, I am going make it my life’s work to get myself down inside this giant man’s boxers, seeing if my shrunken body can get some kind of reaction from the huge snake that slumbers down there….which I suspect is wide awake at this moment….soon I will meet him face to face…I smile at the thought as I drift off to a contented sleep, feeling myself distantly being plucked off of the giant’s face to be stroked and petted and bathed and tucked into my tiny little bed in my lovely little dollhouse. I smile to myself, secure and content in the certain knowledge of any woman of any size who knows her man loves her and cares for her and knowing there is nothing better in the world.
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To my SWB Friends, Giants and Tinies,
After spending a few weeks on the other side of the gender divide, we're back this week to a friendly, loving giant.
I suppose we should call these entries "[b]A Doll's Diary[/b]: [i]Reminiscences of a Woman Who Loves Being Small[/i]"
Because they all come from the same place--the heart and mind of a woman who has always wanted to be a doll and wishes it were possible.
But until it is (let me know if you hear anything!) I guess I will continue to share my fantasies with friends who have similar (though I know not identical) feelings. As always, hope you enjoy it!
Kara :)
(image by davren57 on DA)
[b][u]Little Kara, Teacher’s Pet[/u][/b]
One thing I just LOVE about being a doll-sized girl and getting to wear all sorts of beautiful, sexy little outfits is that I seem to become the girl who would wear these particular clothes. It’s almost as though being reduced in size frees me from many of the inhibitions I would normally have as a full-sized woman.
For instance, if we are in the office, in work mode, and I am wearing something business-like, along with my glasses that make me look smarter, I become the all-business girl, who gets right to work and would NEVER flirt or try to take her Boss’ mind off his job…or at least no more than any good 6-inch tall secretary!
If I get to wear something that is geared for sports, exercise or athletic pursuits, I am the All-American girl, hair pulled back in a pony-tail, not concerned about a little perspiration, making sure to wear my sports bra so I don’t distract any male opponents or spectators too much.
But when I slip on something doll-sized that is also sexy and naughty, I start to become that female…I guess the clothes do make the girl! So when I put on one of my sexy, flirty “naughty schoolgirl” outfits, I start to act more like a college-aged co-ed, who has nothing more taxing on her little mind except for guys, Guys and GUYS! And there is no guy bigger or nicer guy than my tender, loving Boss and Master.
So after I have slipped into my naughty little doll-sized outfit, complete with the long black stockings that I know he loves, pulling my teeny-tiny skirt high enough on my hips that it barely covers my lady parts (which is important, since I’m NOT wearing any panties at this time!), tying the knot in the top just below my ample breasts, tying the little school tie around my neck like a collar, and pushing it down between my breasts, slipping into my black patent pumps that make me at least 6 and 1/4 inches tall.
Once I have completed my ensemble and checked myself out in the huge mirror, I begin to become what I behold, slipping into the persona of naughty young college girl, who has been SO bad and has come to her stern teacher to confess her bad deeds. One heel-clad toe turns in, one hand goes behind my back, I look shamefully down at the table and one of my fingers finds its way inside my mouth, as I am confronted by my giant Boss/Master/Teacher
“Hello, Mister Boss. I'm here for my punishment”.
“Punishment? Whatever has my little Teacher's Pet done to deserve punishment, Miss Kara?”
“Oh, I've been a very naughty dollgirl, Mister Boss!”
“You have? Well, Miss Kara, perhaps you'd better tell me what you've done, that is so naughty that you need to be punished? “
“Well, Mister Boss, today, while you were lecturing on "The UNIX Command Line Interface", I wasn't really paying attention. Instead, I was imagining what it might be like to be picked up, and played with, by my giant teacher! “
“Hmmm... That's not a very serious infraction, Miss Kara. I don't think it's deserving of any punishment. Lots of my students don't pay attention to me when I lecture, and to tell the truth, having never had such a tiny student before, I was wondering the same thing myself. Heheh.”
“Oh, and also, I'm not wearing any underwear... EEEEEEEEK!”
“Mmmmm... you certainly aren't, Miss Kara. Lucky for you, I love it when my students are naughty, and I love to spank them when they are!”
“Oh, Mister Boss! Please, not another spanking! Mmmmmmmmm.... EEEEEEP!”
Then the fun begins, as he lays me across his massive, powerful hand, flips my teeny skirt up over my tushie, picks up a nearby ruler from the desk, and proceeds to “punish” my tender derriere until my ass is red and sore, while I pound on his giant hand and kick and scream about the unfairness of it all!
But my gentle giant knows me so well and knows what I like. He knows that the sense of helplessness I feel at being a tiny doll and lying in the palm of his hand, is what gets me SO very excited. Add to that being spanked while helpless in the palm of his hand, and I am so hot and wet I can hardly stand it.
Then he takes advantage of the fact that I am NOT wearing any panties, as he plucks me out of his left hand with his right fingers around my tiny waist. I do my usual role-play thing of kicking my teeny legs and beating on his huge hand with my teeny fists, which he doesn’t even feel. I scream and cry in my teeny, high-pitched little voice. Now I am overwhelmed with feelings of being so tiny and so very helpless, and my arousal spikes even more.
He gets up from his desk and carries me, kicking and screaming, over to the couch that he keeps in his office for when he has to work late. He lies down and props his head up on a pillow that is lying there. He then deposits me, like some kind of little pet he is playing with, with my tiny legs straddling his enormous mouth, facing me toward his nose. I give out a tiny yelp as my sore butt rests on his lips. I can see from his eyes that he is enjoying this little game with his little toy girl.
Before I can say or do anything, his giant tongue snakes out from his mouth and gently licks along my tiny sex. I gasp and shiver as I feel the huge, hard fleshy thing caress me there again…”oh, my gawd…” I cry out as I feel it touch me again. I hear an intermittent sound from the closed lips below and feel the rumble in his throat as he chuckles, knowing full well what this is doing to my doll-sized, helpless body, still dressed in a teeny-tiny schoolgirl outfit (minus the panties).
Then the huge tongue returns, its fleshy, wet tip teasing my tiny slit, and my mind loses all thought except for what I am feeling, which is incredible. I can hear deep sounds of “Mmmmmmm” as the giant probes my slit again and I can tell he is enjoying the taste of my tiny juices and hearing my high-pitched cries as the tip of his tongue parts my nether lips and pushes its way inside of me, eliciting an even louder outburst from my impassioned lips. I am sopping wet now, and I know my giant can taste even more of my juices as he continues to work his magic on my helpless, miniature form. Now the huge, wet tongue speeds up its ministrations, and I am lifted to heights of erotic bliss I never knew as a full-sized woman…
Throwing my little head back, my eyed closed, I am feeling every amazing sensation crashing like wave after wave over my 6-inch body. My tiny hands slip up under my knotted schoolgirl shirt to play with my breasts and my nipples, which are as hard as diamonds now. Suddenly the tongue speeds up again and I cry out, “OHHHHHHH, MASTER!” because this treatment makes me feel like his tiny slave girl doll, so small and so completely helpless and so totally in his power. I love this feeling SO much. I feel again the rumbling of his laughter, knowing he realizes this.
The giant tongue picks up speed again, sliding expertly through my folds to tease my miniature clit. I scream again in my tiny high-pitched little voice “Oh GAWD, OH GAWD, I’m gonna….” And my voice rises higher and higher as I near my climax. “EEEEEEEKKKK!” I scream as I hit my peak, my whole small body thrumming with pleasure. I know he will always remember the sight that I am to his eyes: a doll-sized, nubile blonde girl in a naughty schoolgirl outfit, back arched, head back, eyes closed, mouth wide open in an ecstatic cry, tiny hands rolling itty-bitty nipples between teeny fingers.
Finally the tremors and aftershocks subside, and I finally come down from my orgasmic high, as the huge tongue departs, retracting between his lips. I am flushed and sweating, panting heavily, every nerve in my tiny body electrified. I slump forward bonelessly, my teeny breasts squashing against the side of the giant’s nose as I flop into the enormous, smiling face, totally spent. But I promise myself that when I recover, I am going make it my life’s work to get myself down inside this giant man’s boxers, seeing if my shrunken body can get some kind of reaction from the huge snake that slumbers down there….which I suspect is wide awake at this moment….soon I will meet him face to face…I smile at the thought as I drift off to a contented sleep, feeling myself distantly being plucked off of the giant’s face to be stroked and petted and bathed and tucked into my tiny little bed in my lovely little dollhouse. I smile to myself, secure and content in the certain knowledge of any woman of any size who knows her man loves her and cares for her and knowing there is nothing better in the world. 😊