Jane's Toy...

SIX

I woke to darkness...

My world was spinning, swaying to and fro and I felt my mind swirling in kind as I tried to get my bearings. I was still bound; hand, foot and elbow, and by the feel about me, still lying helplessly in the toe of an over-sized nylon stocking that dangled from the ceiling.

But truth, it wasn't the stocking that was over-sized, but rather me that had been shrunk down to the size of a mouse and deposited within for the night for safekeeping. By my Giant captress, Jane, who was now missing.

As I twirled in my stocking prison, which dangled above the pillows on her bed- her empty bed- my eyes slowly adjusted to morning's light. It was early, and I could see the faint rays of sunlight easing through the bedroom windows, piercing the blinds and slipping through the slight crack in the curtains. Spinning and swaying, I could see the red LED of her nightstand clock reading 7:12 AM. I squirmed, trying to right myself as the swinging stocking slowed its pendulum-like undulations. I could smell coffee brewing somewhere, and saw a sliver of light coming from beneath the bedroom door.

Foolishly I struggled at my bonds again, but the Christmas ribbons still held tightly. I was trapped as I had been for over a day now, and at the mercy of the woman that now seemed to own me. The Goddess Jane. There was little that I could do but wait...

It was some time before the bedroom door opened again. I saw the Giantess silhouetted there in the doorframe and instantly grew hard to see her huge, shadowy form. Her body was massive to me at my miniscule four-inches, but perfect; a shapely hourglass figure, well toned with long, muscular legs and arms- yet feminine, and dominant as she struck a pose, hands on hips in the doorway. As my eyes adjusted I could see that she was dressed for a morning run; a lycra sports bra and shorts, mesh New Balance running shoes with velcro straps and various electronic devices strapped to her hips and arms. Her blond hair was pulled back in a tail and she held a mug of coffee in her right hand as she smiled at me.

"Good morning," she said as she strolled forward, leaning in at last close to my prison to stare at me. "And how is my little man this morning? Sleep well?" She chuckled as I squirmed, struggling in my bonds.

"Let me go!" I shouted, but she ignored me. She set her coffee cup on the nightstand as she stepped up onto the bed, then stretched up on tiptoe to pull the simple pushpin from the ceiling that held me trapped. she stepped back down and opened the top of the stocking. I looked up and saw her smiling down at me before she slipped her hand within. I screamed to see her gigantic hand sliding down towards me, groping...

The Giantess wrapped my tiny form in her fist and pulled me free. She held me before her face, watching me as I writhed and struggled in her grip, twisting as I futilely tried to escape, hopeless as it was. I could feel the warmth of her hand as she squeezed me, the fragrance of her soap from her morning wash. I moaned as the pressure mounted, eventually begging her to stop, to have mercy. Finally she eased her grip...

I watched in a daze as she sat on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs. She leaned over then, her hands going to her feet and shoes. "I'm going out for my morning run now," she said, her silken voice light and playful. "I want you to keep me company..."

SCRITTTCH...

I struggled in her grip as she eased her hand down to her shoe, but there was nothing that I could do. Compared to her I was nothing. She easily held me to the top of her running shoe as she pulled the leather, velcro straps over my body and pressed them back into place. I was held fast, bound to her shoe by the straps across my chest and thighs. I flexed and strained, pushing against my bonds, but with my hands and arms still tightly wrapped I could get no leverage.

The Giantess Jane chuckled and twirled her foot, admiring her handiwork as I stared up at her. "You're so cute," she cooed, stretching her leg to its fullest, tilting her foot to and fro before placing it back upon the ground and standing.

I stared up at her... and up and up. She was looking down on me, glancing past her breasts held firm in her sports bra, a huge smile curling her lips. I could smell the leather of her shoes and the odor of her feet and sweat well worn into the mesh fabric. Her shoes were old and favored apparently, unwashed and worn. My senses reeled at the heady aroma and I was gasping for breath against the tightness of the velcro. I could feel her toes wriggling beneath me.

"Comfy?" she giggled as she placed her earbuds in her ears, fiddling with her MP3 player. I started whining again, begging to be set free, but if she heard me she ignored me.

My stomach churned as she started walking. I sensed a rush of motion with her every step, and I shook with every footfall. My mind reeled, and she had not even started running yet.

She walked back to her kitchen, oblivious of my plight as she rinsed out her coffee cup. A flurry of motion then, disjointed images as she headed for the door. I cringed, shivering in terror as a mammoth dog came bounding up, slathering and yapping. I was jealous of the dog's freedom, and Jane's apparent affection for it as she opened her front door and stepped out into the chilly air.

There was a light crusting of snow coating the ground, and the air was clear and crisp as she did several stretching exercises. The dog frolicked and played in the yard while I squirmed and struggled in captivity.

Finally Jane called the dog to heel and started her run.

I moaned in agony every time her foot struck down. Bolts of pain shot through me, and worse with every thunderous impact. The velcro straps rubbed into my nipples with the movements, exciting me no end. It was a torture that I never could have dreamed, and with every step she took I felt my penis growing harder and harder...

I was ready to burst!