Jane's Toy...

If there's a Chapter 19 I lost it. Here's 20...

TWENTY

SNAP!

SNAP!

SNAP!

I was a sobbing husk hanging from the Scotch Tape bonds, spread-eagle and flush against the bathroom mirror, my mid-section smearing my jism on the smooth, reflective surface more and more every time I jerked in agony. My eyes were filled with tears and they were flowing freely. I was flush red with humiliation, a grown man shrunken to the size of a doll and taped to the mirror to be punished, spanked, whipped with a penny red rubber-band.

SNAP!

I stared at the Giantess, she that seemed to own me now, only because there was nothing I could do about it at my current size of six-inches. I had been less, but at the moment, this was the worst. I was being punished for trying to escape her custody, civil rights thrown right out the window. I was the Giantess Jane's prisoner and slave for all intents and purposes. She was making absolutely certain that I knew it.

SNAP!

I was sobbing, breathing hard when she finally paused. I saw her blurry image in the mirror as I looked up with my pleading eyes ignored. I could see that she was breathing hard as well, the scene obviously exciting her. She loved having me at her mercy, and relished doing things to my helpless body. This punishment was just the latest in a long line of humiliating encounters.

She was beautiful though. Her face was almost angelic when she was not looking at me with evil intent, framed by short, dirty blond hair that brushed her shoulders. Her body was well proportioned, poured into curvy denims and a crew neck top with three-quarter sleeves, a different shirt than before. Her life goes on while I am at her mercy.

I feel her finger on my sore ass and I gasp, pressing forward at her cool touch. She presses hard, her fingernail sliding into and along the crack in my ass. I hiss through gritted teeth as she applies pressure and feel my cock hardening again, despite the pain.

"Yeah, you like that," she says with a chuckle, probing casually with her fingertip. I yelp as she shoves the sharp nail against my anus. I have to endure it, taped to the mirror as I am. There's nowhere to run to. Nowhere to hide.

"Please, Jane-"

I feel her fingernail slam into the small of my back as she flicks her finger casually. I yelp again in pain, sagging in the tape for a moment. It hurts...

"Not Jane," she says.

SNAP!

SNAP!

SNAP!

"I am Goddess!"

SNAP!

"Say it," she commands, stalling the snap of the rubber band for a moment as I gather my wits and breath.

"No..." I whimper through clenched teeth and tears. Though I do not feel like it, I'm a man- a MAN, dammit! I will not surrender!

SNAP!

SNAP!

SNAP!

"I can keep this up all night, pet. Say it! Call me Goddess!"

I licked my lips and took a long, deep breath while she waited. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth again.

"No."

I felt her cool fingers grab my sides then, her fingers and thumb pinching as she simply ripped me down from the mirror. The world spun madly as I was curled roughly into her fist. Jane was walking somewhere with a purpose and I had pissed her off with my obstinacy. I had finally won a round.

So why did I feel that I had lost?

When the Giantess Jane at last opened her fist I saw that I was in another room- her bedroom I imagined, with the huge bed that dominated the room. I looked about quickly, but my eyes finally focused on what lay directly beneath me, several dozen feet (from my perspective) below on the floor. Jane's Ugg boots were right beneath me, and as I gasped and yelped, she dangled me by my ankle again, above the opening.

I twisted, trying to crane my neck to look at my captress, and when I caught sight of her face I regretted it. She did not look happy. I screamed as her fingers pinched on my ankle, making me squirm at her delight.

"Not happy, toy," she hissed, bobbing me up and down. "Not happy at all. You need more quiet time."

With that, the Giantess Jane opened her fingers and I fell, screaming all the way, landing perfectly in the opening of her Ugg Boot. I hit the bottom with a thump, my world spinning and exploding in a star filled pain that took awhile to subside. I was out of breath, and as I breathed I tasted her scent, the odor of feet mixed with suede and leather and well worn rubber, perfume and powder all rolled into one there in the dark. It was intoxicating and my mind swirled even as my cock grew hard and dripping.

I moaned, looking up and saw Jane looking down at me with an evil smirk. "You stay there for awhile," she said, smiling. "Think about your bad self, inside a woman's smelly boot, stuffed with her smelly socks."

What?

Jane laughed as her hand appeared in the upper opening of the boot. I watched in horror as she stuffed her socks down, in and over me. I gagged at the rank smell of sweat. She was clean I knew, but everyone perspires, and foot odor is a natural occurrence.

Look at me, trying to defend the woman that kidnapped me.

I was gagging as I felt the boot lifted and carried, where I had no idea. I could hear the thumping of the Giantess' feet somewhere beyond as she stepped across the floor. The boot was set down, abandoned, and thunder boomed.

The darkness thickened.

The silence broadened.

"Help..." I cried, my tiny voice dull in the leather of my newest prison.

"Help me!"

Please...