Audrey
Email me at Audrey@enchantrixempire.com
Tiny Shrunken Man, don't be afraid, I just want to play with you! Now we all know about two inch, even three inch Tiny Men, but that's not you. Noooo, you are a teeny tiny half-inch man, and for a Giantess like myself, that's the perfect height. Any smaller you'd be useless, but at half an inch tall, you can do lots of things for me.
Until you met me, you'd sit around with other Tiny Shrunken Men, leaning against the walls of your aquarium where you're held captive, peering out at the immense women walking by. Every day you pray that the right Giantess will pick you. Sometimes they do stop and pluck a fellow half-inch man out from the pack. Sometimes they even scoop up a handful and take them away. Some of the Tiny Shrunken Men conjecture that you're all just feed for some animals, others are more hopeful. You still have hope that you'll be more like a toy for the right Giantess, something to amuse and delight her. Sometimes an impatient Giantesses will tap on the glass and watch as some of your fellow Shrunken Men go running. Other Giantesses will press their cleavage up against the glass just to drive the point home of how small you really are.
Just this morning a Giantess reached into the aquarium, her long glossy nails slamming into the ground, causing a loud clicking noise as they scratched against the bottom of the aquarium, her fingers forming a cage as she grabbed a bunch of Tiny Shrunken Men. But somehow you escaped this fate and the moment I enter the store, you know that you're destined to be mine.
You're so tiny that my warm breath knocks you over, my laugh sounds like a wild thunder storm and walking with me cupping you in my hand feels like a 10 on the Richter Scale...you're ever so entertaining! We need to talk my tiny Shrunken Man about how you're going to satisfy my needs. But first, you have to stop shaking! Those stories you've heard about evil Giantesses just aren't true, at least most of them...
P.S. Make sure to read my forthcoming eBook, "Shopping For Shrunken Men" - you're sure to shrivel with delight!
How My Shrinking Fetish Developed
by Ms. Sophia of www.shrinkingfetishphonesex.com
Do you have a shrinking fetish? I sure do! Fetishes are interesting things, don’t you think? People who don’t have them often wonder why they develop in the people who do have them. And even many fetishists themselves have no idea where their fetishes came from. The whole thing is so fascinating that some social scientists devote their entire research lives to the topic.
On the other hand, there are some of us who have a pretty good idea where our fetishes came from. A few can even pinpoint the exact moment when it began for them. I can’t quite narrow it down that far, but I think I do know when and how the seed for my shrinking fetish was planted, at least.
Do you remember that movie “Honey, I Shrunk The Kids,” where the mad scientist of a dad builds a shrink ray and his kids are accidentally zapped by it? And then they spend the majority of the movie in various sorts of peril because they’re less than an inch tall? I’m pretty sure that my interest in shrinking people was piqued for the first time when I saw that movie.
Shrinking Fetish: The Power to Shrink
Of course, it wasn’t a sexual thing for me at the time. That came considerably later. But I was fascinated with the idea of making other people much, much smaller than me and what that would mean for them…and the kind of power it would give me over them, too.
So later in life, when I first learned about giantess fantasies, it wasn’t me growing that immediately came to mind, but instead you shrinking. Since then, I’ve learned that that’s precisely backwards from the way such things usually go, but I never claimed to be normal! And I do love growing giantess fantasies, too, but it’s shrinking fantasies that are my oldest (and biggest) love.
For me, I think that shrinking you adds a new dimension to the fantasy that’s not there when I simply grow myself. When I grow, I’m the only thing that’s really that much larger than you. Your surroundings still remain the same. But when you shrink, *everything* becomes larger in comparison. There’s a bigger sense of danger involved because it’s not just me you have to worry about.
Being Small Makes you Vulnerable
Ah, yes, did I mention that the “shrunken people in peril” part of that movie really stuck with me? It certainly did. I like knowing how vulnerable you are after I shrink you, knowing that even your environment itself can pose a threat to you. I like making you work to escape danger. There’s something about that adrenaline rush that just heightens the sexual part of it for both of us, in my opinion.
Of course, while I do like to build suspense with my “shrunken man in peril” fantasies, I do make sure that they all have happy endings. You may have to jump through some fairly big hoops for me, but when you’re finished, you’ll know that you’ve really pleased me…and you’ll probably be in for a big reward as well!
Give one of our Shrinking Fetish Mistresses a call, today!