I was one of the six men Siren, the giantess, had to play with. She stood twelve feet tall and had otherworldly beauty. The hue of the sunset could be seen in her long, flowing hair, and her eyes shone like diamonds. She spoke in a captivating manner, and when she looked at me, I felt as though I was under her power.
Sometimes I feel blessed that she decided to take me into her little sissy harem; other times it was frustrating, knowing that I had no choice in the matter. She decked us in gorgeous gowns, stockings, heels, and undergarments. I felt so pretty and beautiful when doing tasks around her house while dressed up, even though it embarrassed me.
I never thought I would be working in this way while wearing women’s clothing. It was humiliating and emasculating. My skin felt nice against the soft, flowing fabric of the dresses. My legs looked supple and silky thanks to the stockings, which embraced them. I felt taller and more graceful wearing the heels.
We were forced to dance by Siren, which was embarrassing. Moving about in heels and a dress made me feel ridiculous. Nevertheless, I could not help but feel attractive when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and I was unsure how to deal with the contradictory feeling.
I could not help but feel that Siren was taking pleasure in our humiliation because she was always observing us. As we danced, she would smile and giggle, which only added to my embarrassment. I could not help but be attracted to her at the same time. Her alluring attractiveness matched her charm and undeniable influence on me. It was uncomfortable to stroke another man’s dick, but I started doing it every time she glanced at me. She would command us to help each other masturbate. The Siren would stand towering above us, watching everything, as we men would sit in a circle and rub each other.
As the days passed, I discovered that I was enjoying how attractive I felt. I started to like the work of cleaning Siren’s house, and I began to look forward to wearing the gowns and stockings. But while I knew how I wanted to live my life; I could not get rid of the sensation of embarrassment. I wanted it to remain under her control, protection, and supervision. I always followed her instructions precisely and to the best of my ability. She had me in her grip, and I was powerless to escape.
I knew I was stuck in this world of lovely gowns and demeaning chores, but I could not help but feel a particular feeling of peace. Siren’s power over me was irresistible, and I could not stand up to her aura. Ultimately, I realized I was only a pawn in Siren’s realm. But for the time being, I was content to be under her direction, doing everything she instructed me to do while looking nice.

Giantess Siren

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