It all began on a typical Wednesday, if such a thing exists when you’re a towering, powerful giantess with extremely specific tastes—particularly her preferences for a giantess phone sex toy. I was relaxing in my sun-soaked living room, sipping from a mug the size of a bathtub (for you, at least), when I heard the smallest voice squeak up at me. There he was. Only five inches tall, he stood bravely on my coffee table, looking up as if he had something important to say. “Ahem…hi!” he said, hands wrapped about his lips. “I’m here to offer my services!” I raised an eyebrow and bent down, throwing a shadow on him. “Oh? “Services like what?” He cleared his throat and straightened his back, as if he were not shaking. “I want to be your… giantess phone sex toy.” Now, generally I don’t accept unsolicited applications—but there was something endearing about his audacity. I gently picked him up with my fingers and brought him to eye level. He squirmed just slightly. Cute. “A toy, hm?” I smirked. “I do love my toys.”
However, he was no ordinary toy. He was living. Responsive. Eager. Also extremely, very ticklish. I realized this early on—one flick of my finger had him giggling hysterically. Not very threatening for a purported pleasure object, but he compensated with eagerness. I tested him in several ways. I rested him on my collarbone and relaxed. Allowing him to slumber between the soft contours of my breasts. I even put him under my sock just for the joy of knowing he was with me while I strolled about the house. He enjoyed being my giantess phone sex toy. And so did I. What makes a little guy such an ideal giantess phone sex toy isn’t just his size, but let’s be honest, that plays a significant role. It’s total and absolute dedication. He looks up at you as if you were a deity. The way he trembles whenever you think about teasing him. The way he gets agitated when you call him “my little plaything.” He eventually learned to read my moods. When I was mocking him, he would play along, all bashful and squirmy. When I was in control, he became docile, ready to be picked up, posed, and toyed with as I saw fit.
Some days, I referred to him as my “emotional support mini.” Other days, he was my personal massager (his hands were absurdly little but surprisingly efficient). But, more often than not, he delivered on his promise of becoming my own sex toy. Now you might be wondering, “What happened to him?” I still keep him close as my submissive, generally tucked away in a silk bag or laying on the side of my bed. He wouldn’t think of leaving. And I would not want him to. After all, when you find a small man who fits perfectly in your life—and in the palm of your hand—you grab on tight. Call 1-888-474-6769 and ask for Jackie for giantess phone sex.