Boys. Look up.

Mistress Priscella is not your size anymore. I’m fifty feet of strict fucking boss, and you, little man, are the size of my thumb. Report to my office.

Giantess play is simple: I do all the narrating, you do all the trembling. You stand on my desk and I pick you up between two fingers like a naughty little employee. You ride in my cleavage while I take meetings. You get tucked under my tits like a paperweight, and you don’t move.

And yes, the rules still apply. Pants off. Erection visible. Because down there at your size, that little cock of yours is basically a thumbtack — and I will absolutely still measure it.

Disobey me and there are repercussions. I’ll pin you under one finger. I’ll walk past and let you feel the floor shake. I’ll scoop you into my palm, hold you up to my mouth, and tell you exactly what a tiny, insignificant little boy you are. Right before I call you my good employee.

You earn your raise the same as always. On your knees. Between my thighs. You’re just small enough to do a very thorough job.

No gear. No shrinking ray. Just my voice in your ear while you get smaller.

In my office NOW, boys.

1-888-348-7393

https://www.sinsational-phone-sex.com/priscella/