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Goddess Vivienne l Amour – Do You Like To Feel Like A Teeny Tiny
The Tiny’s Pleading Eyes
Vivienne stood tall before him, her heavenly eyes scanning across the room. They landed on the tiny beneath her, and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. She could feel him trembling beneath her, his pleading eyes locked onto hers as if begging for mercy. The goddess smiled down at him, the corners of her lips curling up in a wicked grin. She knew exactly what he wanted. And she was going to give it to him…but only if he begged properly. So she leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered softly into his ear.
“What is it, my tiny?” she purred, her warm breath tickling his ear. “What do you want me to do with you?” She could feel his heartbeat quicken at her words, and she smiled to herself. She knew he was struggling to find the words, but she also knew that the anticipation was half the fun. So she stood tall again, letting him squirm under her gaze.
Begging for Mercy
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the tiny managed to gather the courage to speak. His voice was shaky, barely more than a whisper, but Vivienne heard him clearly. “Please, Goddess,” he pleaded. “Have mercy on me.” Vivienne laughed softly, the sound echoing through the room. “Mercy?” she repeated, arching an eyebrow in surprise. “My dear tiny, I am not here to show you mercy. I am here to fulfill your deepest desires…and to punish you for them.” She leaned down again, her lips close to his ear. “So tell me, my tiny,” she whispered. “What is it you truly want from me?”
The tiny trembled beneath her. He knew what he wanted – he’d wanted it for as long as he could remember. But could he really ask for it? Could he beg for the very thing that would bring him both pleasure and pain? Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his eyes to meet hers. “I want you to step on me, Goddess,” he whispered. “I want to feel your weight crushing me, making me yours.” Vivienne’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She couldn’t believe it – he was actually asking for it. And yet, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of crushing him beneath her feet.
The Tiny’s Request
“Are you sure, my tiny?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. “Are you prepared to feel my power over you? To know that you belong to me, body and soul?” The tiny nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Then beg me, my tiny,” she said, her voice low and threatening. “Beg me to step on you, to crush you beneath my feet.”
The tiny closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Please, Goddess Vivienne,” he whispered. “I beg you, step on me. Crush me beneath your beautiful feet.” Vivienne smiled, a predatory grin that sent shivers down the tiny’s spine. “Good boy,” she purred, reaching down to grab onto his collar. She pulled him close, his body pressed against hers, and then she lifted her foot off the ground. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered it onto his chest, feeling the heat radiating off him. The tiny let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the weight of her foot pressing down on him.
The Goddess’s Pleasure
Vivienne smiled, savoring the moment. She could feel his heartbeat accelerating beneath her foot, and she knew that he was close to the edge of pleasure and pain. Slowly, she began to move her foot back and forth, grinding it into his chest with each movement. The tiny arched his back, moaning softly as he felt her foot pushing against him. Vivienne leaned down, her breasts brushing against his face, and whispered in his ear. “Do you like that, my tiny?” she purred. “Do you like feeling my weight on you?”
The tiny nodded, his eyes still closed. “Yes, Goddess,” he whimpered. “I love it.” Vivienne chuckled, the sound filling the room. She knew he was lying – no one could truly love the feeling of being crushed beneath her feet. But she also knew that the lie turned her on just as much as the truth would have. And so she continued to grind her foot into his chest, watching as he squirmed beneath her.
The Final Request
As Vivienne watched him, she felt a familiar stirring between her legs. She knew that it was time to take things to the next level. So she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Tell me, my tiny,” she whispered. “Tell me what you want me to do next.” The tiny’s eyes snapped open, meeting hers once again. “I want you to stand on me,” he said, his voice shaking. “I want to feel the weight of your entire body pressing down on me.” Vivienne smiled, her heart racing. This was it – the moment she’d been waiting for. Slowly, she lifted her other foot off the ground, preparing to stand on him.
She took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation coursing through her veins. And then, with one swift movement, she lifted her full weight onto his chest, feeling his body compress underneath her. The tiny let out a high-pitched moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. Vivienne smiled, feeling the power course through her as she stood there, her full weight resting on his chest. This was what she lived for – the feeling of being worshipped by her tiny, the feeling of complete and utter control over him. And she was going to savor every second of it.
As she stood there, feeling the tiny’s heartbeat slow beneath her, she knew that she’d made the right decision. She’d chosen the tiny because he was weak, because he was fragile. And it was that fragility that made him so irresistible to her. Because when she crushed him beneath her feet, when she stood on him and made him hers, she knew that he would never forget it. And neither would she.
