Under Giantess Soles - Althea - high-heeled sandals VR 360 5,7K

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Under Giantess Soles - Althea - high-heeled sandals VR 360 5,7K

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Althea - high-heeled sandals VR 360 5,7K

Althea, a towering 5'11" brunette beauty, strutted confidently in her size 10 US (41 EU) high-heeled sandals. Her yellow top and jean shorts accentuated her stunning figure as she strutted into the room, oblivious to the tiny man lying helplessly on the floor.



As she noticed the tiny figure, Althea's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing into a menacing glare. She towered over him, dwarfing him with her immense presence. With a sneer curling her perfect lips, she reached down and grabbed him by the collar. "You pathetic excuse for a human," she hissed, "I don't know how you got here, but you'd better have a good explanation."



The tiny man trembled in fear as he looked up at his giantess captor. He knew he was in deep trouble and tried to plead for mercy, but the words caught in his throat. Althea's eyes blazed with anger as she pulled him close, her warm breath tickling his ear. "I don't care why you're here," she growled, "all I know is that my sandals are dirty, and I need them cleaned."



With that, Althea bent down and placed her massive foot against the tiny man's chest. He gasped as he felt the weight of her foot pressing down on him, struggling to breathe under her suffocating grip. "Clean the bottoms of my sandals," she commanded, her tone ice-cold. "And make sure they're spotless. If I find even a speck of dirt, I might just decide to squish you like the insect you are."



The tiny man nodded vigorously, his heart pounding in his chest. As he looked up at Althea's towering form, he knew there was no way he could resist her. With shaking hands, he took a wet cloth and began to clean the bottoms of her sandals, his mind filled with terror and anticipation of what was to come.



Under Althea's watchful gaze, the tiny man scrubbed and cleaned, every inch of the sandals covered in tiny bubbles from his labor. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he looked up and met her eyes once more. "They're clean, Althea," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Please, don't squish me."



Althea considered his words for a moment before slowly lifting her foot off the tiny man. She examined the bottoms of her sandals critically, running her fingers over the smooth leather. Satisfied with his work, she nodded curtly. "Good job," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "Now, get up and stay out of my way. I don't want to have to deal with you again."



With that final warning, Althea turned away, her high-heeled sandals clicking against the floor as she walked away. The tiny man watched her go, a mix of relief and fear coursing through his veins. He knew that his encounter with Althea was far from over, but for now, he was grateful to have escaped her wrath.

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