Jane's Toy...

FIFTEEN

The ride back to the Giantess' home seemed shorter than the eternity I had spent in her purse during the ride to the mall. It was however, just as excruciating in its own way. I could barely move, bound at wrists and ankles in a hog-tie and wedged into the back of my captress' SUV surrounded by bags and boxes. Breathing was hard with a pacifier stuffed deeply into my mouth and tied off behind my head, not to mention the leather coil of collar that bit into my throat if I stretched too far. My feet ached in a pair of too-tight Mary Jane’s strapped to my feet, and I was freezing, my little girl's pink and frilly party dress riding up and exposing my bare ass to anyone who happened to glance in the rear window of her car.

I thumped my head against the floor of the rear storage, my fruitless struggles at attempting escape making me ache and sweat. My skin was flushed with the effort, coupled with the humiliation of being shrunk, tied and dressed like a little girl. Worse, my penis was raging, dripping and wanting relief. Why, I had no idea. I seemed to be hard all the time, despite the pain and humiliation I was enduring all the time as well.

Or because of it?

I moaned into the dummy crammed into my mouth, clamping my eyelids shut against the tears welling there. What was happening to me?

The car lurched and bumped, finally slowing, eventually stopping with a jiggle. The engine died, and a few tense heartbeats later I heard the front door opening and slamming shut. There was a brief, fading shuffle of receding footsteps, then another door banged closed far away and muffled.

God... Please...

Let me go...

A few minutes passed when I finally heard the chirp of the rear hatch lock, the clack as it opened. I looked up and shriveled...

A man stood at the back of the open hatch, a curious look on his olive toned face as he stared at me. His eyes were deep, dark brown and shining, his wavy black hair unkempt and long. He was magazine handsome and muscular, wearing a black Polo shirt and Khaki pants that I could see. he stared at me for a moment, his mouth forming a silent 'O', but then slowly his thick lips shifted into a devilish grin.

"She wasn't kidding," he said as his hand reached out and tentatively stroked my bare thigh. I squirmed and felt my penis pulse at his touch. Jesus! Why?

"You really are a little man," he said with a chuckle as his smooth hand slid along my skin that was now bubbling with goose pimples. I was burning in humiliation to have a stranger seeing me like I was, but I could feel excitement mounting as well. "And so cute in your party dress."

His hand slipped under the hem of my dress and I felt his cold fingers feeling me up. I squirmed and moaned, trying to hold back the tears, the panic. There was nothing I could do as he cupped my ballsac, squeezed...

"You're hot, and ready to blow," he said, swiftly withdrawing his touch, leaving me on the brink and wanting. "That's for her, sweetie. Better hold it in."

I was breathing hard and snuffling, trying not to cry in humiliation and shame. I watched as the man emptied the car of its bags and boxes, carrying each into the house, reaching over me to get another, or shoving me aside. I could smell his musk and manliness, his sweat as he lugged the packages until I was alone in the back of the SUV. Finally he returned for me.

"You're next," he said with a wicked grin and simply scooped me up in his arms and hefted me out of the rear of the car. he shifted me in his hold as he slammed the SUV's hatch, then lugged me like the other packages, into the house, ignoring my plaintive moans and struggles.

We entered the house, and without warning he simply dumped me onto the floor of the living room. My head thumped against the hardwood floor and the room flickered and spun for a moment as I tried to get my bearings. I smelled leather briefly, and then something dug into my shoulder blades.

I looked up and saw the Giantess Jane relaxing in her recliner, still dressed as she was, sans outer layers of coat, scarf, etc, and boots. She had her ankles crossed, socked feet planted on my back between my shoulder blades. I could smell the dampness of the snowy morning walk and the sweat mixed with the leather of her boots lingering... intoxicating...

"Hi, baby," she said, smiling then sipping a drink she held in hand.

I heard the clack of heels as the man walked away. a door closing...

The Giantess dug her heel into my back, laughing as I squirmed.

"Welcome home."