The Giantess Fantasy is so adaptable, and that’s one of the things I really love about it! Whether you’re enjoying the idea of being turned into a Ken Doll for all sorts of fun and games, or if you’ve been a naughty voyeur and gotten caught with your hand in your pants and now need to be punished, there’s so much versatility available in the shrinking fetish. Haven’t you ever wondered what it might be like to be caught by a dominant woman and punished harshly? Imagine if you were simply shrunk down, transformed into no more than a plaything for her, and then kept that way. Forever. So much adaptability and versatility, but today I want to explore just one aspect of the Giantess Fetish. I want to play with what happens when you get caught by a powerful magical woman.

Naughty voyeur takes a peek!

Remember how much you love peeping in other people’s windows? That illicit glimpse of their private world, and a hint of how other folks live is just so enticing. A well lit window shining out into the darkness seems to invite a little sneak and peek, doesn’t it? And if you manage to catch a glimpse of a woman moving from the bath to the bedroom, and see her robe slip down, and a hint of a shoulder and breast appears, you can’t help yourself if you get a little aroused. Who could possibly blame you if you have to reach down and adjust yourself at the site of that perfect rosy aureola? So what if you got a little distracted, and didn’t realize this particular woman is a touch tech inclined and had night vision enabled security cameras installed, with a motion detector alert sent to her phone? An experienced voyeur and stroke addicted slut like you knows that getting yelled at from time to time is just the price you pay for peeping in windows.

Sadly for the Peeping Tom, the dominant woman who lived in the house was a witch!

As soon as the phone chimed an alert, the beautiful woman realized she’d been spied upon! With a wry grin, she snapped her fingers, and with instant obedience all the moon flower vines outside her bedroom began to move, surprisingly rapidly wrapping up our naughty voyeur, and restraining him completely. As she wrapped her dressing robe around herself, she hummed lightly to herself and made her lazy way through the house, out the back door, and down the path in the garden to where her observer was dangling. When she saw that he had been caught with his pants literally around his ankles, she just had to laugh. “How ridiculous, to have caught such a blatant invasion of my privacy like this! What on earth did you think you were doing? Did you think you would get away with this?” With a sad little tsk of her tongue, she crooked her finger and directed the vines to drag her new captive towards the back garden shed.

Once our strongly dominant woman had her hapless voyeur right where she wanted him, she addressed him again. “Since I caught you, I can do what I want with you. Isn’t that the law of the land? If it’s not it should be. Don’t worry, I have no plans to let you come to real harm under my care, but I have to admit a large pet like you would be quite an investment. I’ve been working on something, and it’s at the testing phase. This will either shrink you entirely and thus allow me to keep you as a novelty forever, or it’ll just shrink part of you, in which case we’ll just call it your due punishment and you can be on your way.” As she spoke, she looked meaningfully at his cock, which had yet to flag at all. Even though our voyeur was squirming and red faced, he still didn’t call out. He knew that even if reinforcements came, he was in a pretty pickle. Caught with his pants down peeping in a window, he’d surely loose his job if he were arrested for public indecency like this! But, all this talk about shrinking did have him pretty worried.

Would the peeper wind up shrunken down, or just his dick?!

With graceful hands, the witch raised up a cobalt blue glass bowl as if offering it to the moon in the sky. In a strange language, she called loudly and then, with a swift motion, tossed the contents of the bowl over the voyeur’s head. It shone in the moonlight and chilled him to the bone, even though his cock still stood proud and hot, throbbing with his arousal. The woman loomed over him, seeming to blot out the sky, as she laughed at him. “Well, it looks like my potion worked! Now you’re my tiny man, and I guess I’ll keep you around for some fun.”

Can you imagine what happens next?

This is what makes the Giantess Fetish so much fun for me. We could turn the tiny man into a sex toy, and use him as if he were a bullet vibe, assigned to worship my clit and live in my panties full time, or as a tiny wee foot slave. Or we could just set him inside my dollhouse and let him experience a vastly changed existence. I could offer him his freedom and a return to full size if he’d agree to sign a contract stating he’d belong to me forever. Perhaps the return to full size fails halfway, leaving him only a few feet tall, or maybe he returns to full size, but his dick doesn’t! What would he offer if only to have his cock back? The possibilities are endless.

Call me and let’s create one of the possible ends to this tale!

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Your Witchy Dominant Woman, Harper