Jane's Toy...

SEVEN

The giant world flashed by in a swirl of white, brown and gray, blurry and overwhelming to my senses. My stomach churned as my body thrust up and down in a harsh rhythm, trapped on the Giantess' shoe as she ran. it was like being on a roller coaster, every step she took rattling me to the core on impact, then lifting me up in another rush.

I was shivering in the cold, too, ice and dirt sloshing up on me with every step. My body was aching, but all the while I was in constant sexual agony, my tiny body on the brink as the velcro straps of her shoes rubbed me across the nipples, belly and thighs. My penis was raging from the attention, ready to explode but every jarring footfall brought me back to reality.

I don't know how far she ran, or how long, but it felt like hours. She paused at one point, and I could hear her breathing deeply far above. I craned my neck, but could not see her face as my vision scanned her long, fabulous legs, up her body and settling on her breasts held tightly by her black sports bra. I saw her take water, drinking from a small, plastic bottle and my mouth watered. I was parched and dehydrated in the cold. I could feel her sweat seeping into me from the shoe and smell the odors from her exertions.

"Baby want a drink?" she asked in a playful singsong voice. I squeaked out a 'yes', but it was lost in the barking of her dog. She squatted, pouring water into her cupped hand for her dog to lap at, but totally ignored me. The dog lapped and guzzled, finally bounding away, scattering a flock of pigeons and starlings that were hunting the ground for food.

Jane watched the birds take flight, adjusting her MP3 Player for a moment, totally ignoring me. Then suddenly her left foot came up and the rubber sole of her shoe was resting atop me, the heel pressing into my face-

"Lick!" she commanded, pressing harder and harder, a casual pose for her but the weight of the world for me. I stretched my tiny tongue and started licking at the bottom of her shoe at the dirt and grit. It tasted of salt. I could sense her movements above- she was stretching I think, and totally ignoring my efforts in the process, concentrating on the rest of her run. I saw the dog bound past, chasing a squirrel.

And then, without warning, she started out again, and the world blurred past...

I was exhausted by the time she returned to her home, spent and delirious from the pounding, the sexual frustration and overwhelming sensual input. She let the dog run into the back yard (I assumed), while she went in the front door. Someone was waiting within as I stared at a huge pair of black, high top tennis shoes just a few feet away- or yards...

"How was your run, Mistress?" a masculine voice asked as shadows fluttered overhead like rolling clouds.

"Fantastic," the Giantess Jane admitted. "In fact, I don't think I've ever had a more stimulating run." I heard her laugh at that, and as I looked up I could see that she was dabbing at her skin with a warm, terrycloth towel. The towering man laughed as well, then seemed to fall away and fade with an echo of thunder into the distance as he walked away.

Jane ignored me again as she strolled deeper into her house. Again I had the feeling of a wild, roller coaster ride, but compared to before it was almost soothing. The high walls and gigantic furniture blurred with the movement. I tried to watch, to get my bearings, but it was too much, and in the end I had to close my eyes.

Finally the walking stopped. her feet shifted a bit, turning this way and that, and at last settled. I felt warmth beaming from above and opened my eyes to a radiant glare that seemed to be a tiny sun radiating heat. It took my tiny mind a moment to realize that it was a heat lamp mounted in the ceiling of her bathroom.

I looked up just as my body hoisted into the air like an express elevator. There was a moment of weightlessness, and then I was bobbing. I screamed to see the Giantess' hands swooping in on me like great birds of prey, her nails glistening red from previous kills.

Her hands grasped the shoe and eased it off of her foot with a 'shush'. Immediately I smelled the pungent odors that had been trapped within; sweat and powder, body wash and leather and rubber all mingling and overwhelming. I felt light-headed for a moment as I gasped for breath, then, without a care she tossed the shoe- and me aside. It bounced off the heel and spun in mid-air, thumping the far wall before miraculously landing 'butter side up'. my luck was short-lived however, as a second later her sweaty ankle sock floated down to drape over me.

I was gagging from the powerful odors. Sweat, and the age of the shoe added a truly pungent aroma. I was gasping for breath, and I could hear her moving about, humming some Giantess tune.

Then I heard a cascade of water as she started the shower...