Jane's Toy...

TWENTY-FIVE

Hours passed...

I was crying non-stop as my muscles complained over the tight confinement, wrapped up in the leather cord like a mummy out of some fifties horror movie and stuffed into a salt shaker. I could not move. I could barely breathe I was so twisted and compacted. It hurt. It was agony. What had I done to deserve this hell?

I had signed my life away and volunteered for an experiment that had shrunk me and left me at the mercy of my new owner- the Giantess Jane for a little bit of money that I would never spend. I was an idiot. I deserved whatever happened to me.

I tried to wriggle about, to gain just a modicum of relief, but my cell was way too small. Whatever relief I gained in one area made another scream in hellish pain. My muscles were cramping from the bondage and confinement. It was torture plain and simple, and there was nothing that I could do but endure, being two-inches tall and at the whim and mercy of Jane.

And every time I thought about her my cock swelled and pulsed, thickening and jutting from the exposed part of the leather bindings. Jane had left my member uncovered for her own pleasure no doubt, but despite my pain it was alive and wanting, craving my Giantess tormentress. all of this was making me hot and I did not know why. It was agony and humiliating to be the plaything of another, magnified a thousandfold by the helplessness of being a bug compared to them, but it was making me excited.

Why was I liking this? What is wrong with me?

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I heard movement, eventually.

I blinked and whimpered at the pain again. Through my tears I saw a sliver of light far down from my perch on the shelf, shadows moving beyond the closed door of the closet; Jane's closet that was my prison.

I simply knelt there in my salt shaker prison. There was nothing else to do. I had struggled with the bonds, but I was helplessly caught in the leather cord, and then within the shaker that had a top screwed tightly in place by the strength of a giantess.

"Please," I whispered. "Please set me free..."

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Light exploded into the confines of the closet...

I blinked against the brilliance, my tears clogging my eyes as I saw the blurry silhouette of the giantess Jane standing in the now open doorway. I whimpered, sobbing. Please...

"Good morning," she said, her voice light and cheerful as she reached up and plucked my prison from its shelf. My world swam again as motion reeled about me, shifting and swaying with her movements. I held my gag reflex in check as I heard the harsh grinding of the salt shaker's top being unscrewed.

I gasped as fresh air enveloped me, but all too soon my little prison tilted and I was falling...

I landed softly on the bedspread of the Giantess' bed. I stared up at her, watching as she stepped away for a quick moment to set down my prison, then return. She was dressed in a black sports bra and lycra shorts. She had an I-Pod strapped to her arm and a water bottle in a pouch at her fiber belt strapped tightly about her waist. She grinned down at me as I wiggled like a worm on the bed.

"And how was your night, Toy?" she asked, her voice sounding amused at my condition. "Had any revelations?"

"Please," I whimpered, but she just twisted her lips as she adjusted her I-Pod's settings. "Please let me go," I begged.

"You know what I want," she said as she slid her I-Pod back into its sheath. "Say it."

I almost did.

I swear I almost broke and called her Goddess. And she was. She held my life in her hands but I would not admit it. She had freed me, so hope remained. I hung my head, remaining silent.

"Fine."

I looked up and saw the Giantess Jane leaning, reaching for me. She had something strange in hand, and it took me a moment to realize what it was, it seemed so bizarre and distorted at my little two-inch size. It was dark plastic and spread wide on hinges with teeth ready to take a bite from me it seemed. By the time that I realized what it was however, it was too late and it had closed about me. I screamed, struggling as I was swooped up into the air and towards the back of the Giantess' head.

A butterfly clip...

I tried to fight as she opened the clip a bit and affixed it into her shoulder length dirty blond hair. I could smell her shampoo and body wash from her morning shower. The clip closed and locked me in, trapping me against the back of her head, entwined in her hair. I writhed about, gasping for breath as the plastic teeth pressed into me, binding me and holding me fast...

"One simple word, Toy," she said as she headed for the front door. My world bounced and bobbed with every step she took. "Acknowledge me as your Goddess. Worship me and it ends."

I said nothing as I felt the cold blast of air as she opened her front door and moved outside. She shut the door behind her, "Fine."

Jane started her morning run, and I tried to hold on...