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Tiny Men Toe Slaves - HD

8/5/22 12:00 AM•11 min•775 MB•mp4•1080p
Price$12.99 USD
CategoryGiantess
Related CategoriesCrush,Foot Fetish,Foot Slave Training,Foot Smelling,Long Toes
KeywordsGiantess Feet,Tiny Men,Tiny Men Slaves,Tiny Man Foot Slave,Tiny Foot Slave,Shrunken Foot Slave,Giantess Slaves,Slaves To A Giantess,Long Toes,Purple Pedicure,Comfy Clothes,Grumpy Giantess,Angry Giantess,Pissed Off Woman,Pissed Off Giantess
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I'm lounging around in comfy pants and a (bad) band t-shirt, trying to unwind. I can't seem to find any time to myself since tiny men have begun invading my home in an attempt to spy on me. I am starting to relax when I discover a group of them sneaking up on my bare feet. Infuriated, I curse at and berate them. How dare they disturb me! They are not the first I have confronted about their trespassing. Obviously, the word hasn't gotten around to their tiny man enclave that I am not to be mess with. I have had enough. I dispatch one of the tiny men with a swift stomp of my powerful foot and snatch up the others. I know their brains are tiny, but they certainly can't be this stupid. They should've known that something like this would've happened to them eventually.

Now in the palm of my hand, the tiny men beg me not to eat them. Ew! I'm not going to eat them. Instead, I will teach them a lesson they won't soon forget. I explain that I plan to release only one of them. The rest will be disposed of at my discretion. To determine who will be released, there will be a competition to see who the best toe cleaner can be. Shoving each miniscule man between my toes, I demand they begin to worship, kiss and lick my feet. One of them cries out that my feet stink, but his yelps are ignored as I push his tiny face deeper in between my sweaty toes. It doesn't matter if they are smelly or dirty. They want to live, don't they? So, whoever kisses the most passionately, eats the most foot gunk and pleases me the best will be released. They reluctantly obey.

They each pour their itty-bitty hearts and souls into their worship. So much so that it is hard to decide a winner. However, it doesn't really matter because I lied to them. I never intended on releasing any of them. Each one of them will become my new toe slaves. I needed new ones anyway. I ate my last ones.

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