You are mine

*“For the towering goddess, even the most mundane task becomes a display of power. Dressed in elegant Mary Janes, she glides the mop across the floor with effortless grace, each movement a reminder that the world belongs to her. But she is not alone…

At her feet, her tiny friend watches in silent awe, powerless, insignificant, completely at the mercy of her colossal presence. One misstep, one careless motion, and her life could be snuffed out beneath an unforgiving sole. But the giantess is in no hurry—she relishes the game, savoring each moment, each shiver that runs through her helpless prey.

With a cruel smile, she decides to take it a step further. A mere snap of her fingers seals the little one’s fate. Magic fills the air, and in an instant, the woman is no longer a person—she is a doll, a fragile toy, nothing more than an object in the hands of her creator.

But a goddess does not settle for just any toy. No… she craves more. With a touch of creativity and a spark of pure malice, she separates the tiny doll’s head from its body and affixes it to the heel of her shoe. Now, every step is a statement of absolute dominance, every movement a triumphant display of her power. She laughs, pressing down with delight, relishing the sight of the tiny, lifeless head as it becomes a mere ornament to her towering presence.

There is no escape. No salvation. Only the pure, unchallenged pleasure of a giantess imposing her will… and the undeniable truth that, for her tiny victim, this fate was always inevitable.”*