https://pornmeka.com/tags/mini-man-in-bondage/ Wed 15 Apr 2026 08:52:46 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/853922/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-2/
-your role as my personal fart muffler- now that i've wrapped up my live stream, it's time to have some fun with my personal fart filter. "i don't know what dumb trick you fell for to get you into this mess, but it's too late.", i murmur, "you're all mine now!", and i lean far over, hold the itty bitty man up to my spandex-clad ass to honk a saturating fart over all of him. i stand from the couch and, once again, i press his face right into my butt crack, before blasting him with another ripply butt burp. "whew, you just know it's going to be bad once you're in there (aka in my pants).", i laugh, while pinching my nose and wafting the air again, "and you will be going in there because, recently, you've been failing me, which is unacceptable, and puts you in need of some serious training!". i shake out another miasmic fart to bath my new booty thunder slave with, and maliciously croon, "your training starts now!"   i shove him down the back of my pants and deep between my cheeks in preparation for the barrage of oncoming gas. i alternate through standing and bent over positions to help aid in delivering the most bootylicious-looking of anal-exhales. i giggle at the sensation of him squirming down there, but my giddiness is soon interrupted when my nose wrinkles at the repugnant bouquet that drifts up to my face, and i have to pinch my nose and flutter away the air with my other hand. "ew, yuck!", i gasp, and an irritated tone, i assert, "you're getting dangerously close to being on thin ice. there's going to be grave consequences if you don't start putting more effort into your new role.", and retrieving him from his snug booty-home, i bring him up close to my face. "is there a reason you're not sniffing up my gas correctly?", i question almost angrily, "we've been over this! i paid good money for you to not be productive like this. it's really not that hard. i shouldn't be smelling anything! that's what you're for!". i push him against my spandex again, rip a malodorous ripper, and sternly order, "here. practice! sniff them up completely as if it's your oxygen."   "oh, and stop crying!", i snap, "the last thing i will not tolerate is you crying!", and satisfied with my warnings, i proceed to mockingly talk about all the great stuff i get to eat so i can achieve peak gassiness. i also decide to share a story about the first fart muffler i ordered from a tiny embrace, in hopes it'll help sufficiently get my point to really stick. it has to do with how my brutal gas completely obliterated the muffler, melting away his skin and scattering his remains in such an extreme way that i was removing bone fragments from my asshole for some time. "it failed miserably.", i say with a solemn shake of my head, "so, you really should be grateful that i ordered you indestructible."   "i'm so happy i also ordered you with a ball gag.", i provokingly tease, "i can only imagine how annoying you'd be if it wasn't placed in there.", and i reach him back between my legs to release another long-winded curdled bottom-snort to engulf my little plaything. i'm also pleasantly surprised when i feel my spandex move with the pressure of my gas. "wow!", i exclaim, "that must've been extra intense for you." and i bubble over with laughter. then, remembering some chores that i've been meaning to do, i thrust my shrunken man back down the back of my breeches. i head towards the kitchen, while propelling myself along with each sultry steamy fart.   -you have one job- "what sadistic company actually thinks of this kind of idea?", i ponder out loud while cleaning up my kitchen, "shrinking down these poor unsuspecting men and turning them into little shrunken experiments.". i move on from that thought when i'm interrupted by another, "when do you think the last time was that any of your loved ones got to see you?", but i don't give any room for answer (i mean, he's gagged anyway) by bending far forward to pop off a deliciously wet-sounding fart. "omg, that smells so bad!", i breathe heavily with a wave in the air and a pinch of my nose.   i continue on like this, cleaning my kitchen and belittling my fart muffler about various degrading topics, especially how he must endure my hot'n'stinky rear-end rattlers - no matter how rough and bumpy. oh, and i'm not anywhere near finished. i have a significantly deep pool of these goading topics that i can pull from, including; how he probably wishes he could be destroyed, but (womp womp), luckily for me, he's indestructible; how poorly he continues to do at his one and only job of huffing up the fumes from my rectal turbulence, and how he needs to do better at it, because i'm having to pinch my nose or wave away the air to free myself of the noxious odor; and how i'm sick of having the same discussion about his constant crying which has been exhausting me to listen to.   throughout all of this, i move around my kitchen freely, cleaning and farting everywhere, and in various positions or with dancing wiggling hips. "i don't think i feel like taking a shower tonight.", i mention in an offhanded way, "you know how i like to keep by body in shape, and i even got a workout in right before the live stream earlier. which part do you think will smell the worst?". i laugh and continue to bounce out the heinie hiccups, creating my own little fog of hot buttocks wind.   my giddy mood is soon dampened when i notice my muffler's attitude doesn't seem to really match mine. feeling it's time to make another point, i yank him out of my ass, and glare at him, before hissing, "i'm disappointed in you!". i drive him hard against my spandex bubble butt and release a way-too-wet cheek-flapper. "see?" i sneer, "just huff it up! it's not that hard!", and i scoff when i notice he's started crying yet again. "you know what?", i ask, slightly fuming, "i think some really scary fucking changes are about to happen for you, starting tomorrow! you see, an idea popped into my head while i was cleaning, and while you were failing.". pausing, i study him before a smile creeps across my lips, and i purr, "i'm going to let you find out what it is for yourself then. don't want to ruin the surprise or anything."   i laugh when i see my personal fart filter's reaction, and comment sweetly, "aww, don't look so sad. you know you brought this on yourself.". i put him back for one more fragrant gurgler, and head off to set my plan into motion.   this video is a part of a 4-day release: 2 days ago, i released the 1st part. today, i am releasing part 2, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. part 2 (this part) was meant to release yesterday, but due to a lack of proper editing, i decided to dedicate its original release date towards fine tuning what i had missed. tomorrow, i will release the 3rd part. the following day, i will release two versions of the "whole video". version 1 will include all 3 parts, and it will also have a nice little discounted for your patience. version 2 will be with only parts 2 and 3. since part 1 only has a handful of farts, it feels like it's less within the farting fetish category, and more within the giantess-shrunken man fetish categories. therefore, i've made a version which excludes part 1. of course, this version will still be discounted for your patience, just not as far as version 1 will be. ]]> Wed 25 Dec 2024 14:34:31 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/853922/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-2/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/850910/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-1/
- the q & a live stream-   i'm sitting on my bright red couch, wearing a bright red outfit, which consists of a pair of bright red spandex pants and a bright red tank top. my fans and i are about to start a live q & a stream, and i give a cheerful greeting, before chirping about how it's finally time to reveal a recent discovery i've been eluding to my followers about. "i wanna tell you guys about a little something i picked up.", i purr, and then i go on to describe how a short time ago, i'd stumbled across a website called 'a tiny embrace', who's sole purpose is to fulfill women's sexual desires when it comes to their giantess fantasies, and who offer these shrunken down men in order to do just that. of course, i wanted to order my own, and soon found i could also add a variety of modifications. i chose to have him bound tightly and gagged - so he has no choice but to breath through his nose - and also for him to be indestructible - because my human toys never last, hehe.   i show a little red box, informing my fans that i'd left him in it overnight, but now it's time to wake him up. i open up the box to fish him out, while laughing at the utter dread in his eyes upon realizing he's back in my grasp. i instruct him to behave, because if not, he'll be going right back in the box, and i hold him up to the camera so everybody can get a good look at the modifications i'd chosen. "as you can see, he's not just a toy", i observe, "i thought they were made in a lab somewhere, but when i look closer, he looks like captured horrified shrunken down college-boy who's been sent over to worship my stinky farting ass.". i also describe how his one (and only) job is to be my fart-filter by sitting in my panties and inhaling my gas all day long.   here is where i decide to start the q&a by letting my fans ask me questions. below are the questions i received, along with a short summary of each answer. -you'll have to watch to learn my entire delicious answer to each question. wink wink.-   q: what do you think is going through the little guy's mind right now? a: he genuinely seems horrified and - i lean sideways when a fart interrupts my answer, which causes me to try and waft away the odorous rankness that creeps up to my nose - wonders about when his next date with my gassy ass will be.   q: how do you think he go into this mess in the first place? a: i speculate a couple of ideas i've had on this matter. my thoughts were/are that the company, a tiny embrace, would stockpile men somehow, in preparation for future orders, or that they'd scout the men out to be collected at a later date once an order was placed.   q: do you think he likes being bound and gagged? a: so much nope.   q: what have i been eating to make him suffer? a: i list a wide variety of foods and how gassy they each make me, especially dairy. the pungent aroma from a particularly beefy backend benchwarmer during the next question really solidifies my above answer.   q: will you ever let him see his loved ones again? a: his constantly struggling and crying makes me think so. then, i share how i think it'd be fun to put him in my pants/panties and bring him within the vicinity of a loved one, preferably at a place where my ass would be the smelliest and swampiest, like a gym, and be unable to interact with them.   q: what do you think his life was like before serving you? a: i think he had everyday normal still my-sized life. he's going to have to get used to this new horrifying reality of a life - and i give him a loving little stroke with my finger.   q: can you hear him complaining even though he's gagged? a: of course. even though it's muffled, i can usually make out or pretend i know what he's saying. i proceed to list off - kind of in a mocking way - all the things i think his words are or could be. i make a small complaint about how his gag will occasionally slip or somehow he'll manage to talk around it, which causes me to ponder out loud, "i think i need to find a solution for that." - *cough cough* foreshadowing!   q: does he squirm a lot? "one second." i say with a punctuating finger in the air, and lean sideways to let out a bubbling fart, before shoving his head down by my ass crack and telling him to 'do your job and sniff it up'. a: short answer is yes, he does, but i kinda like how it feels. i wink because, c'mon, you totally know what i mean.   q: how did you become interested in the whole giantess kink/fetish/fantasy? a: i share about a friend who helped me to instantly fall in love with it. when i discovered a tiny embrace, i learned i really could make all of my fantasies come true. i hold up the tiny bondage man to show how this is where this little guy comes in, who's here to satisfy my every need.   for now, i decide that this is a good point to stop with the questions. "i have some exciting tasks i need get to.", i say with a smile, hinting that those tasks have something to do with my mini taped-up friend, "so i'll check in with you all in a few days.", and blow the camera a goodbye kiss.     notice *in my efforts to be transparent and avoid false advertisement: this video only has a handful of farts. i have discounted it a bit for this reason*   this video is a part of a 4-day release: today, i am releasing part 1, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. tomorrow, i will release the 2nd part. the following day, i will release the 3rd part. the day after that, i will release two versions of the "whole video". version 1 will include all 3 parts, and it will include a nice little discounted for your patience. version 2 will be with only parts 2 and 3. since part 1 only has a handful of farts, it feels like it's less within the farting fetish category, and more within the giantess-shrunken man fetish categories. therefore, i've made a version which excludes part 1. of course, this version will still be discounted for your patience, just not as far as version 1 will be. ]]> Mon 23 Dec 2024 12:10:54 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/850910/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-1/