I awoke in my nylon prison rather early, listening to the sounds of Mistress humming a tune while taking a shower. Of course the sound was somewhat muffled sense I was still within the confines of my smelly old ugg boot home. When I awoke, I was surprised that the knot that was tied in the nylon was no longer there. Once I climbed out of the nylon, I soon found out why. It was incredible. Mistress had made me a meal and left a note (small enough for me to read nonetheless). I was even surprised that she had prepared eggs, bacon, grits and toast and at that, literally shrunk it so that I can eat like a civilized man. Of course, since I was starving, it was the main thing that I had my attention on. The fact that she went out of her way to do this only brought tears of joy to my eyes and warmed my heart.

Now, in all my writing, any woman (as a giantess) that I would write about wouldn’t at all do such a thing. My joy soon felt like a malicious prank. This was due to having read the note she had written and shrunk for me. It was like someone saying that they were concerned about me and then suddenly saying “sike!” The note she had placed in the boot for me had indicated that she would be out for the majority of the day. Following that statement was a list of chores that she had wanted me to take care of before she had gotten back. Along with the list of chores that she jotted down on the note, she wrote about a gift from her to me that I would enjoy. That gift was free time to explore her home. In other words, she wanted me to familiarize myself with my new surroundings. I didn’t take this as a gift at all. I only took it as her saying that there was no chance in hell that I would ever return to normal. And how humiliating! Rather than addressing me as Jason, she ended the note using these words: “to my pet, Spot!” My mind couldn’t take it.

Mistress, from what I could tell from inside my cell, had just finished her shower and was getting dressed for the busy day she had ahead of her. Once she was finished, I looked on as her hand came rushing into the boot. I soon was being squeezed in the palm of her hand and then pulled out of the boot like I was nothing more than a rag doll. I was being pulled so quickly from inside the boot that I had little time to get use to the grip that she had on me. It was only seconds later that I ended up face to face with my giantess tormentor – Mistress Lilith.

“Good morning Spot! I’m sure you read my note. Hope you have eaten and rested well….because you’re going to need it. I don’t have much time to chat right now. Now you just sit here and be a good slave while I get you something to put on,” Mistress said. She was beautiful. I even had an erection that was hard to hide. In all actuality, I was happy to finally get a chance to put on clothing. It was just too damn cold to be naked….especially at my height. Once Mistress came back into view, what I thought she was going to get only proved to be a mistake on my part. This was so humiliating. “Well, well my little Spot – you’re going to look good with this on,” Mistress said as she handed me a shrunken pink dog collar. I wanted to curse her out so bad…..but at my height, I could only be obedient. Mistress simply handed me the collar and then ordered me to put it on my neck. I did as I was told, in fear of what she would do if I disobeyed her. “Good slave! You better not take that off. That is to remain around your neck unless I tell you to remove it….understood,” Mistress said. “Yeah,” I responded. I then fell on my ass as Mistress leaned towards me, looking angered by something that I had said. “YEAH…….IS THAT HOW YOU ADDRESS ME,” Mistress asked. I quickly corrected myself. “No…..Yes Mistress,” I said. This didn’t go over easy, considering that my quick response wasn’t at all the only reaction that Mistress had gotten from me. “You fucking pissed on my bed. Damn! I thought you would be used to this by now,” Mistress said. She then snatched me from the bed and placed me on the floor at her feet. I pissed again….and nearly shitted myself at the same time. “Damn it! I don’t have time for this. You get that up now….with your’ fucking tongue,” Mistress said. I dropped and did exactly as she ordered.

It didn’t seem like she was going to move until I had completely licked up my own urine from the wooden floor. Once I finished, I stood up so that she could examine the spot that I had pissed in. I was so humiliated and felt like crying realizing that I had been degraded even further. “That’s better. I forgive you. You need to be disciplined Spot. Now go, have fun….but be careful. My cats aren’t as friendly as I am,” Mistress said. She then left her bedroom, walked down her steps and then out of her front door….leaving me an opportunity to indulge myself in the alleged “gift” that she had written about. Having experienced what I had thus far, I didn’t want to explore anything. I had seen and been through enough to where I had just wished I had been squashed by the opened toe flats that she had on.

Before starting on any chores, I explored the Mistress’s home first. Although I didn’t want to, I went on with the exploring thinking that maybe I may find a way out of this mess. Words couldn’t at all describe the things that I came across. With all the stories that I had written, it was pretty obvious where I would go first. I immediately walked over to Mistress’s closet, hoping to find shoes that I could explore. As much as I had written about giantess and giantess’s shoes, this was something that I had longed for.

When I got to Mistress’s closet, I immediately spotted a black leather flat shoe. I believe I could describe the shoe as “tired” looking. I walked around to the opening of the shoe, climbed on to the flat foot bed, and inhaled deeply, curious to know what the smell was like. I was shocked, but it housed a rather pleasing scent. A rather strange but wonderful smelling perfume must had been sprayed inside of the shoe….perhaps for the numerous times of wear. What got me were the many smudges of dirt on the “taupe” colored surface. I was equally amazed by the distance from me to deep inside of the confines of the toe area of the flat mule. I thought I was standing outside of an amphitheater.

As it turned out, shoes weren’t the only thing in her closet. This is the humiliating part. I came across dildos, vibrater’s, penis pumps and all sorts of toys fairly larger than I am. I had a sudden thought that made me sick to my stomach. I was beginning to hope that if Mistress ever got horny that she wouldn’t use me instead of these dildos. Then again, knowing how Mistresses are….I now hoped that she doesn’t use me as a toy for someone else either!

Once I got out of the Mistress closet, I heard the front door open. I then thought back to the list of chores that she had jotted down….and began to panic thinking that my first chore was about to be in the works. I had that sudden sensation again, wanting to piss myself in fear but shaking right where I stood. I knew that it wasn’t Mistress…..and began to contemplate on what would happen next. The only thing that I remember about my upcoming chore was that I was to please a very close friend of hers.

“Oh Spot,” a woman said. I was right. It wasn’t Mistress. Instead, I figured it must have been the person that she had written about – involving my first chore. I just took one step forward but only to find a massive shiny gold flat shoe land right in front of me, stopping me dead in my tracks. “Oh…there you are. Mistress has told me so much about you. I’m sure you know who I am,” she said. It had to be Lady Lane, the woman that Mistress had written about. I still didn’t know what this woman had in store for me…..but to the looks of her….I didn’t want to know. I immediately took off running the opposite direction….for the woman was huge….a plus size giantess. “Awe….you’re not going to make this easy huh,” she said. The plus size ghetto broad caught me before I could even make three steps away from her – and held me tightly in hand a little pissed off that I would even try to flee.

“It’s not very nice for a slave to run from his owner’s friend. You should consider yourself lucky slave. It isn’t often a professional dominatrix would pay to have a session with a slave. I paid Mistress a pretty penny to get you for two hours and she has assured me that you are worth every penny,” Lady Lane said. My heart raced. I was just about to ask her what she was going to do with me….but I soon found out without opening my mouth. “Save your strength little man. You’re going to be in my ass for the whole two hours….and you had better hope that I don’t have gas,” Lady Lane said.

Normally, when people engage in such activity, they usually spend time to get to know each other. I didn’t get that at all. My destination was met rather quickly….as Lady Lane shoved me deep within the confines of her ass…leaving me squirming profusely in darkness and inhaling the foul smelling stench.

Words could not describe what I had endured. For the first thirty minutes, I had to endure utter humiliation. It was bad enough to be used as a butt plug for an unknown woman or anyone else for that matter. It was another thing to be on the receiving end of even more humiliation. Lady Lane, thirty minutes before her session, literally farted without a care in the world. After she fired one…in came another. And another. And another. And another. Each with ripple effects like a machine gun! I don’t know about anyone who currently experiences facesitting, but this was a bit different. When she first placed me in her ass cave, I had the hardest time breathing. I was surprised that it wasn’t at all completely air tight. Surprisingly, by Lady Lane farting, an oxygen envelope opened…allowing me breathable air but not without its putrid yet extremely rank odor. I was dizzy and beyond nauseous. How humiliating! I couldn’t breathe normally without her farting. In one way I was looking forward to it, in another way I wasn’t. For every time she would fire one shot….I would shake, rattle, and roll….simply trying to hold on to anything flesh like to keep my bearings. I of course didn’t want to go any further inside of her. For all that I know, at least for an hour and a half, she did in fact go on with her session. This is where things got interesting. For a moment, just when I thought I was finding a way out of her asshole, it was not because of anything that I was doing. It was really because the customer that she had suddenly wanted a facesitting session. I instantly was pushed back into her ass due to the son of a bitch’s nose being grinded by her but crack. What made it worse was that this went from a trampling session to not just a facesitting session….but the punk even wanted farting involved as well. He actually had gotten mad [at least from what I could hear while inside Lady Lane’s ass] because for every fart, he smelled nothing. When the session was over, he really wanted his money back….but of course he didn’t get it. Bad enough, if only he knew, the only reason why he didn’t smell anything was because it was my lungs that were filled with everything. It was like my whole essence served as a gas filter….for I was as deep as any man had ever been inside of a woman’s ass!

Lady Lane performed her last act of humiliation. To get me out, she didn’t fart nor was she nice enough to reach inside of her ass and pull me out. Instead, she simply shitted where I landed in Mistress Lilith’s toilet bowl! Just before flushing, she pulled me out of the bowl and placed me in the sink….where she washed her hands over me under the running water. “You bitch! Fuck you,” I screamed. “Awe….at least you can bathe now. You don’t smell too good,” Lady Lane said. This was terrible – being made to bathe in the water that Lady Lane cleaned herself up with. “Now, I have to get you prepared for your next chore. You’re Mistress requested that you to get her shoes ready for tonight’s Dom Ball,” Lady Lane said. “Fuck you and fuck Mistress! I’m not doing shit. I am a human being damn it,” I yelled! “Wow! You have to learn discipline Spot! Well, I will leave you there in the sink….I’m sure the water is dirty enough for you since you have such a filthy attitude. I’ll will be sure to call Mistress and relay the message to her….guess I will be seeing you tonight after all…(giggle),” Lady Lane said. I had wondered what she was talking about and why it was so funny. On the same token, I was beginning to regret having said what I said to her….having been told that she was going to share it with my new owner. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing Mistress Lilith….for I just knew that she would be pretty pissed off.

LATER IN THE EVENING…..

“SPOT……YOU SHOULD NEVER DISRESPECT YOUR MISTRESS! AS A RESULT….I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR PUNISHMENT. THIS IS OF COURSE WORTHY OF YOUR OUTBURST TO MY FRIEND LADY LANE. ENJOY,” Mistress Lilith said. Everything was just fine “up until this point” – but that’s another story (crying in pain)…Day One to be continued

THE DIARY OF REED

What happened to me? That is a good question….and yet I seek the ultimate answer. I have been writing stories for a long time. Stories about women as giantesses! Stories that made many people laugh and some do things that…well…..things that I refuse to jot down here in my diary. I am surprised that my new tormentor even allows me to write. Of course, that is another story within itself. Still, this is the first entry in my diary. I’ll bet that when this is finished, it would probably be a masterpiece. I just hope my tormentor will allow me a chance to see the success that it will have.