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🕑 Added 2023-02-20 15:47:47 +0000 UTC For today’s #MacroMonday, a story from the point of view of that tiny perched on the top of that massive cock. That cock belongs to @zacktargaryen. My tinies had the great pleasure of getting to craw all over his cock in addition to my feet. -Master Matt (SirWithSize15s) 🦶💥🦶 “Good news, boys!” Master Matt stated, peering with that condescending smirk we found so hot into the fishbowl that had become our home since he took possession of us nearly six months ago. We truly couldn't fathom what else he could have in mind after everything else he has done to us since we were shrunk and became his personal tiny-subs. But he must have had something new in mind, because he had more of a spring in his step than we'd seen in a long time, downright bouncing over to the walk-in closet that used to be mine and filled with what used to be called all my designer clothes... But after Master Matt shrank me down to little more than an inch or two tall, everything I owned became his. “Since you won't need it anymore,” I remember him saying. “What is it, sir?” I asked. He set up a microphone and speaker near the bowl, so I knew he could hear me in his earpiece. “Zack, one of my favorite subs has flown in all the way from Georgia,” he responded as I heard him ruffling through the clothes I was slowly not even considering mine anymore, “and I've decided I'm going to introduce him to you guys.” He walked back into the bedroom, now fully naked, muttering to himself. “Now, where did I put those... oh, right!” He beelined over to the laundry hamper. Flipping open the lid, he fished out his favorite jogging outfit he just wore yesterday... a tight blue tank-top, a pair of Army-style “silkies” running shorts, and a old-school-style jockstrap and pair of striped knee socks... all wadded up together at the top of the hamper. Giving the wad of colored fabric a sniff, he flinched... “ooh, nice and ripe, he'll love that” before tossing it over toward the center of the room. The clothes all spread out midair, most of the items landed on the bed, but one of his socks ended up draped over the top of my fishbowl, the familiar scent of his feet slowly wafted down to us. After putting on everything else, he walked over and grabbed the final sock off the top of our bowl to put on and fished us out of the bowl, holding the three of us up to his face, “I think it's safe to say you'll really like him!” * Around four o'clock, Master was dressed, resting his socked feet on top of the small jelly jar that I and the other tinies were currently in on the coffee table, and the doorbell rang. Putting the jar in his shirt pocket, he went over and opened the door to a blond guy, slender build, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of tightly-whities, his clothes in a paper bag on the floor next to him. “Good boy,” Master Matt said to Zack in his authoritative tone, “that's as much as you should ever wear in my presence. Assume the position.” He stepped aside and waved the sub in, closing the door behind him. Without hesitation, Zack immediately walked over to the recliner in front of the TV and laid down flat on his back. Master Matt proceeded to treat the guy named Zack like an area rug, planting one foot into his belly before walking over him and turning on the foot planted in his stomach and sitting down in the recliner. Once settled in, he planted one heel in the center of Zack's underwear, resting his foot on Zack's balls and the other heel in Zack's collarbone; with Master's size 15 feet I had come to know so well being so massive, the foot ended up draped over Zack's cheek, nearly covering his entire face under the gray sock. “This is so much nicer to rest your feet on than that cold floor,” he sighed, before beginning what was clearly a familiar routine with the sub. Reaching into the paper bag containing Zack's clothes, Master Matt fished out the sub's wallet. Pulling out what seemed like a thick wad of bills, he stuck the money in his shorts pockets before putting the wallet itself on the chair, resting his sweaty bulge on the leather as he leaned over to talk to the sub. “I'll get that nice and smelly for you as a souvenir,” he said, peering down at the sub's handsome face, “that leather should hold my man-stink for a good long while.” It was only then I started noticing a stirring in the tight white underwear Zack was wearing. “You've been a good boy, so I have a present for you,” Master Matt said, pinching Zack's nose between the toes of his left foot and pulling his face up slightly to look him in the eye and sliding the toes of his right foot under the waistband of Zack's briefs. At that point, he grabbed the jar containing myself and his other two tinies and held it up in front of Zack's face. “I shrank these tinies a few months ago and they're eager to serve you as well. You already think it's hot when I dom you, imagine how it'll feel when I'm doing it to tinies smaller than my big toe.” At the mention of Master's toes, Zack let out a pained groan and his stirring erection simply couldn't resist anymore, finally reaching full mast and breaking free of his underpants. My jaw dropped, based on the measurements of master's feet I know so well for comparison, his cock had to easily be a full ten inches hard. Master Matt opened the jar and spilled the three of us out on Zack's belly, before giving his first command. “Well, tinies, Zack's come a long way, go introduce yourselves!” The three of us race to assume our positions. Master Matt peels off his sweaty socks. As we reach Zack's massive erection and each take a position (I decided on going for his cockhead and sprinted toward the hole at the tip), Master Matt drapes the socks on Zack's face... one over his eyes, the other over his mouth... before leaning back and resting both feet now on Zack's groin, holding his erection between the arches of his soles. I'm not sure if Master Matt's next command of “Get to work” was directed as us or at Zack, but at that point, none of us really needed to be told.
