Diana and I decided to have some playful yet humiliating fun with our diminutive slave. Standing beside us, he’s significantly smaller and lighter, making him the perfect target for our antics. We taunted him relentlessly, shoving him back and forth, slapping his face and rear as the tension escalated. I demonstrated to Diana how to lift and carry him, a first-time challenge for her. Though she struggled initially, she eventually mastered various lifting techniques, all while we continued to mock him. I effortlessly placed him on my back and began squatting—his weight was laughably light! Next, I laid him across my friend’s back, where he whimpered, battling dizziness. We positioned him flat and gripped him firmly—I took his arms while Diana held his ankles. Swinging him through the air, we counted to three and launched him onto the couch, then took turns sitting on him with our full weight. When he attempted to stand, we crushed him between our bodies, pressing our breasts against him. His moans only encouraged us. After another round of spanking, we tossed him back onto the couch, forcing him to cross his arms and legs. We lifted him like a sack of potatoes, each taking our turn. Next, I seated him on my shoulders and paraded him around the room as he whimpered, intimidated by my height and strength. Once he was thoroughly humbled, I commanded him to kneel and kiss our trainers. But the ordeal wasn’t over yet—we had one final challenge for him: to lift *us* and guess our weight. He struggled immensely, barely managing to guess Diana’s. Exhausted by his feeble attempts, we dismissed him, proudly flexing our victorious muscles.
