Custom clip: The table where your little "sock servant", Stevie, is standing quakes as you approach. You tower over your servant (POV style), tired, sweaty and still in your workout attire (your tank top, sweatpants, and white crew socks). You plop down on your couch and prop up your tired socked feet, laughing at how much your gigantic size 13s dwarf your speck-sized servant and how he definitely has his work cut out for him. You pick him up and rub him against your sweaty white socked toes. As you rub your tiny pet against your socked feet, you recall that you forgot to run a few errands aft...

Custom clip: The table where your little "sock servant", Stevie, is standing quakes as you approach. You tower over your servant (POV style), tired, sweaty and still in your workout attire (your tank top, sweatpants, and white crew socks). You plop down on your couch and prop up your tired socked feet, laughing at how much your gigantic size 13s dwarf your speck-sized servant and how he definitely has his work cut out for him. You pick him up and rub him against your sweaty white socked toes. As you rub your tiny pet against your socked feet, you recall that you forgot to run a few errands after your gym visit earlier. You reach for your cozy moccasin slippers and suddenly think of a funny prank: you "accidentally" drop your pet into your shoe before putting them on. You pretend not to hear his tiny pleas as you walk out the door. Later that day when you get home from your errands and remove your moccasins, you chuckle at his miniscule attempts to free himself from your tired socked arches. You release him from the socked fibers and place him down by your feet. You first toy with him by again comparing the size of your sweaty socked feet to his miniscule body. You then pick him up and him to inhale the aroma of your socks as you rub his tiny body against your soles, arches and toes. When he refuses to rub your feet, you sandwich him between your socked soles and arches, demanding kisses after your long day. When he keeps refusing and complaining about the stench, you decide to remind him what happens when you disobey Gia the Giant: you set him down by your feet again and stand up to your full height, completely towering over him and reminding him just how insignificant he is compared to you. You then slowly hover your gigantic foot over him before smothering his tiny body and coating him with your sock lint and sweat. As you trample on him, you mock him even more first by pretending to lose him and act unaware of where he went, and then later by yelling "Fee Fi Fo Fum! Watch Out Little One!" You pick him up and ask him again who's the boss, to which you hear him insult the smell and big size of your feet. You go back to sandwiching him between your socked feet as you try to come up with other ideas to "discipline" him. Finally, the perfect punishment pops into your head: you hear his tiny pleas as you drop him back into your slippers, and put them on with your sweaty socked feet on top of him. You giggle as you feel him finally cave in and plant kisses on your socked toes. As you stomp around, you tell him that if he sucks all the sweat out of your socks before tomorrow morning, you might consider giving him a day off. The clip ends with you plopping back down on the couch giggling as you hear your tiny Steve desperately praise his "Giant Queen Gia" and tickle your foot with licks.