Trapping a tiny woman in my boxers
The best way to spend the day is keeping a 3 inch woman trapped in my boxers. She prefers to be a giantess and still acts like one. Even now, after being shrunk down, she refuses to accept her new place. Today she had the nerve to pound my cock and tell me it doesn’t deserve worship so I gave her a reminder. I scooped her up, dangled her by the ankles, and peeled open the waistband of my dark boxers. She stared straight down into where my cock took up almost all the space. Her eyes went wide. The tough act vanished the second I let go. The moment she landed beneath my balls I snapped the waistband shut trapping her inside. She immediately started kicking and thrashing, but all that frantic squirming against my cock just made me harder. Her little outline faintly visible through the bulge of my boxers. When I went to go workout in only my boxers every movement jostled her around in the growing heat and sweat. Occasionally I’d cup my hand over the bulge and give her a firm squeeze, reminding her who is in charge. By the time I fished her out she was a drenched, trembling mess. Hair plastered to her face, body limp, completely broken. Just a sweaty, defeated little pet who finally remembers she’s no longer the big one.