“Hey girl – I saw that show the other night – Johnny is crazy. Ahh….sorry kitty….girl these cats crap up a storm. It’s a good thing that I got a big enough litter box for them to do their thing in. Anyway, what time are we supposed to meet up tomorrow? Okay that will work out nicely. Mmm humm……..oh no, that’s okay – that’s fine. Catch you later! Alrighty – bye bye,” she said. It’s amazing the things that I’ve experienced in my current state. Until this very day, I just ponder on the things that I have missed….longing for the day that I return to action. It’s simply amazing! I was once a famous fetish author – the great Jason Reed…….but now…..just reusable litter sitting in a box in the bathroom of a world class dominatrix by the name of Goddess Lilith.

Right now, this very moment, is humiliating enough. Just a second ago, Goddess Lilith I believe was speaking with one of her closest friends – Veronica. If I’m not mistaking, Veronica is an airline attendant who’s not at all unaware of Goddess Lilith’s magical abilities – but that’s another story! Goddess Lilith, now standing above me and gazing into her mirror, is getting prepared for a long evening out. Meanwhile, I lay below – on the floor as the recipient of the cat droppings she spoke of. Of course I can’t forget about the piss that they release either. What was that she just said – “it’s a good thing that I got a big enough litter box for them to do their thing in” – speaking so highly of the cats crap that seems to find its way into my very essence! As far as I’m concerned, I did nothing to deserve to end up being such a repulsive creature. The box and the litter is all a part of me.

What is this that I have become? When it first happened, all I was told was that I serve a very special purpose – unlike an ordinary litter box. Now Goddess Lilith has eight cats, and one would probably presume that it could get rather smelly in this bathroom rather quickly. Of course, as many cat owners would say, there comes the time for a cat’s litter box to be cleaned where the box is dumped and loaded with fresh litter. This isn’t at all true in my case. Whenever it’s time to change the litter, usually around the time where I’m “full of shit” so to speak, I instantly would change back to normal – just a poor naked man lying inside of a blue box. This box, whenever I would turn into litter, would shrink a bit in size. Of course one would think that that should be the perfect opportunity to escape the Goddess….but it isn’t at all that simple. This spell that I am made to endure simply has me trapped in Goddess Lilith’s house. Believe it or not, I just simply obey her. Once I would change back to my human form, I would make my way down to her basement and sit quietly for three hours. It was during the three hours that I was always thinking of stories – let alone other things. I would be a liar if I said that I didn’t miss the outside world. At least I didn’t smell like cat crap – but I have consumed so much of it that the taste would never leave. In fact, that was the point of me being made to return to normal – every three days or so for a three hour period. I would simply digest all the crap that had entered my body. Once the process was finished, I would make my way back to the bathroom up stairs near Goddess Lilith’s front door and lye straight inside of a hard plastic blue box designed especially for me. Within seconds of doing so, my body would go through its transformation again…where what’s left to see is nothing more than a box of litter. The box itself would then shrink back to its size of a large litter box. Only Goddess Lilith, should she ever choose to look close enough, could see the set of beady eyes looking from inside the box. Those are of course my eyes….looking up at her in utter misery in hopes that she would one day change me back to a normal human being.

And what about this box? Interesting enough, everyone that’s ever seen it has mentioned that the box is fairly large for a litter box. The thing is that it wasn’t so large to the point to where it was outlandish and of course it wasn’t too small to where it was unnoticeable. Bad enough, out of all the other litter boxes in the house, I believe the cats enjoyed crapping on me more so than they do all the others. In fact, one of those cats – white with minor streaks of brown – took it upon himself to drop his load of “cat diarrhea” all over me. Just when I thought Goddess Lilith would at least take me in consideration – she simply didn’t. It wasn’t normal for a cat to crap so much in which she just took him to the vet and left me to consume the pitiful mess that he left behind. Of course, if anyone could have seen this, it looked practically normal….for I’m nothing more than kitty litter – looking clearly like the stuff you purchase out of a Target, Walmart or grocery store.

Well, it’s really the story of my life….but not as interesting as how it all came to be. The only thing I ever get out of Goddess Lilith is being teased – and this usually comes without her realizing that she is even doing so. To put it mildly, when I’m nothing but litter in the box, she would hardly ever acknowledge my existence as anything other than litter in a kitty crap box. This was again recognized as she spoke to her dear friend Veronica on the phone. That’s funny in itself. Even Veronica has heard of my existence and from having heard her laughter over the phone, I know that she can’t wait until the day comes that she would get a chance to see me with her own eyes! And, although I have never really seen her face to face, I can already say that she has one thing that would turn a man off quickly. She has perhaps some of the smelliest feet you would ever encounter. I happen to know that Veronica crashed at Goddess Lilith’s house once – pretty much since my existence began as kitty litter. She simply kicked her flats off that she worked in during her flights. All I can remember is that Goddess Lilith came flying into the bathroom quickly and dropped Veronica’s shoes right next to the box I occupy. The aroma was incredible. I can already tell you that there wasn’t one cat that came into the bathroom to use me at all that night…and from what I smelled I could see why. It just didn’t make any sense for anyone’s feet to smell like Veronica’s….especially not a woman’s. And although Goddess Lilith drop those shoes in the bathroom rather carelessly, one of them landed on the toe and lodged itself in the corner of a wall access. This allowed me to look inside the shoe where I noticed that Veronica must work often in these shoes or perhaps they were the only pair of work shoes she had. Interesting enough, if they were the only shoes that she would wear, I got a pretty good glimpse of the reason why……but that’s another story!

“Coming,” Goddess Lilith said melodiously. This whole time I was reflecting on what I had become, simply looking up Goddess Lilith’s skirt and noticing the tan colored stockings that she had placed on, it appeared that Goddess Lilith was getting ready for a date. These were the lucky guys – they got access to that other side of her. They knew of her softer side. Of course, it wasn’t like she would date hundreds of men or anything like that. The ones that she was interested in, she would allow to wine and dine her. If they screwed it up, like asking for sex or treating her as if she were a ho, they got the meaner side of her which thankfully I have never really experienced – but have seen others end up enduring it. Those that have encountered it are nowhere to be found to tell you how they felt – but that of course is another story!

“So Anthony, have you heard from Angela? I thought that we were all going to double date tonight,” Goddess Lilith said. I suddenly noticed that this man she must have just met since he wasn’t yet in tune with being “polite”. “Well Lilith, I’m not sure if they are going to be able to make it at all or not,” this man said. I noticed, just as Goddess Lilith took one last look in the mirror, this man actually decided to interrupt her last “mirror check” by intruding in her personal space. I could tell from below that Goddess Lilith wasn’t at all pleased with this. “Oh….well….let’s go then,” Goddess Lilith said. This spelled trouble….for she wasn’t as enthused to go out with him as she was in the beginning. The pitiful man made his way back to her living room and waited patiently! This is where Goddess Lilith suddenly brought her attention towards me. “Well Litter, seems like there may soon be a special turd that you will be taking in. What a douche bag! Be a good pile of litter while Goddess is gone. I fed the cats fairly well today so you can expect a lot to come your way [giggle]. If this son of a bitch invades my space again….the next piece of cat shit may be a rather unpleasant tasting one. Come to think of it…..that gives me a rather interesting idea for all these lame ass men that I have been dating lately – sure would be a good way to rid women of the spoils of mankind. I’ll have to explain this to you later. Take care…..litter box,” Goddess Lilith said. That smile of hers – with her lips perfectly decorated with red lipstick and eyes so demanding – just sent chills through my “litterized” body. At this point, it just didn’t matter to me what happened – she was still a killer in her outfit. A nice brown skirt with a cream colored long sleeve top – and kitten heeled shoes that seemed to just click with her dress code! Damn I hate being nothing more than litter. I could have treated her so much better than this prick of a man that has met her on this very night.

Once I heard the front door slam, I realized that I wasn’t at all left in Goddess Lilith’s house alone. What was a temporal imagination of what it would be like to have been the lucky man to date such a beautiful woman was soon destroyed and changed into something that I was rather familiar with. One of the cats made its way rather normally towards me where I was soon reintroduced to reality – the reality of a litter box. “Noooooo,” I cried. Of course the cat heard nothing. Instead, the cat did its thing…..so to speak………….

The End?

By Jason Reed – nka – (now known as) Litter Box

I love my new condo. It is located in a very nice area accessible by several major highways. I am still equipping my playspace so any dungeon furniture builders out there feel free to contact Me for ways you can contribute to this special project.

Until next time…Assume the position!

It all started yesterday! One minute, I’m on a plane that landed in Atlanta, Georgia. The next minute, my view became somewhat blurred. It was like looking out of some tan colored mist. Actually more like a tan net – soiled with the sweat of some high seductive Mistress. Her name is Lilith. I only call her Mistress, that is, as she commanded me to. I’m not liking this – not one bit! Most of all, I am starting to get tired of this sweat dampened nylon that She has left me tied off in. I am even growing tired of trying to figure out what She is going to do to me tomorrow. The only thing She did was drop me in here and said, “get some rest little man….you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” Well….maybe I can write a bit about just what took place…..

“They’re gorgeous aren’t they. I have been wearing them since I left Las Vegas,” Lilith said. The plane had just landed. At the same time, I was trying to figure out what this little hellcat was trying to convey to me. It isn’t often a woman would just kick her shoes off, simply asking me what I thought of them. It was at this point, I began to wonder if She noticed that I had been staring at Her feet and shoes. They were absolutely gorgeous. They were perfect with her business suit. Lilith was wearing tan colored hosiery with black suede pumps on. The heels were kind of curvy in design – what I would call “killer pumps.” When She removed Her feet from Her shoes, She did nothing more than expose Her nylon clad succulent toes. I soon got my answer – the reason, that is, how She knew of my foot fetish. “Well, Mr. Reed isn’t it? You are such a good author. Why, I have always wondered if you really wanted to actually live through many of the things that you have written about,” Lilith said.

I couldn’t believe what She said. Once She said this, She winked at me and blew me a kiss. The very second She blew this kiss, my view soon changed. I knew something wasn’t right at all. My whole new position in life went from an author sitting in a passenger seat of a plane that had just landed…..to a position of being “wedged.” I found myself wedged between two soft yet big objects. Accompanied with this tight feeling was this hazy view now of the outer world. I began to panic – and the only thing that seemed to calm me down was this sudden heavy scent of perfume. It wouldn’t have ever given me any thought had I not written something like this three years ago. This scent is similar to nylons that would often be sprayed with dashes of women’s perfume. This caused me to finally look through this hazy mist, distorted by tiny squares, only to see Lilith – now a giantess and smiling as She looked down at me. It was then that I realized that this wasn’t a hazy mist at all. What I was referring to as a mist was nothing more than a sweaty nylon….that covered my very essence. I can still remember those last words that She said to me….once the plane landed and came to a complete stop. “Welcome to slavery, little one! I know you’re cold down there – and drenched with my sweat. Don’t worry though, it’s quite warm where you’re going,” She said.

I suddenly found myself heading backwards…..and then engulfed in darkness and heat. It was then that I realized that Lilith had slipped Her foot back into Her shoe…..with me as a welcomed shoe mate! My mind couldn’t take it. Not only was I overwhelmed by the scent of the shoe, which shockingly wasn’t smelly, but strong with Her perfume. The heady aroma caused me to feel a little high – almost like on cloud nine. To make matters worse, the heat index that built up inside the shoe was suddenly causing me to feel nauseated. The whole experience reminded me of riding my first roller coaster. Motion sickness was definitely in the works for me – a shrunken man now with a new giantess owner in life.

Well, that’s how I ended up here…still trapped in the nylon that She wore the entire trip. I still do not yet understand Her intentions. Once we arrived at Her home, mind you, a lovely home from what I could see, She immediately kicked Her pumps off Her feet. Looking down at me, as I regained consciousness, She ordered me to remove all my clothing. I did so until I was completely naked. She reached into her damp nylon, took my clothing away from me, and then dropped a pencil and journal inside towards me. I was just naked and cold, but no colder than She appeared to be. “This is your dairy My little pet. I want you to write about your experiences with Me….for MY gain of course. Get some rest little man….you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow,” Lilith said.

And so this is where I am in life – writing for my life if I must say. I long for tomorrow….as I continue to write in my nylon cell – left sitting inside of a smelly old Ugg boot. At least She was nice enough to leave a light hovering over the boot so that I can see. Frankly, I am afraid of what will happen next. I have got to get out of here…..To Be Continued

once again it has been too long since I have been in contact with you. I am in the process of moving to a new location to live and work. I am working with my little pet, jason to get some additional stories, pics and videos posted onto the blog as well as My regular website. It is late in the evening, I am tired and I still have to put the playspace together so that I can work. Will be updating you soon.

A new, better equipped playspace in a nicer more discreet area. Yes, My as well as those visiting Me, your safety and well being come first. It was a bit of a transition and culture shock in My current location but I should be out of here within the next two weeks.

What is NOT to love about an educated Domme. I am taking 3 psychology classes one of them including human sexuality. These should make for some interesting postings in the near future.

My little pet will be posting an updated story soon. Until we “read” again assume the position!

I am glad to see that the response to My blog on Giantess Fetish is doing so well. I have My little pet j. reed working on more stories. I will be adding some pictures and videos soon.

Several Links have been added today:

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Well that is it for now….look for updates soon.

I was not going to take this anymore. I stood up horrified by the events that had happened thus far. I began to scream hoping to be able to hear myself…..but it was useless. I have truly lost my ability to hear. Standing up, I turned around beginning to run towards the office door. I, at the time, was looking down while running and did not remember it taking that many steps to get to the office door. I have been here before. Nothing made sense. I stopped only for a moment….then looked up. I dropped my hands from my ears and soon began to look at my surroundings. This could not be possible. I now stood on the floor, in the middle of twelve women…….TWELVE GIANTESS. My heart began to race at the awesome sight of the giantesses that stood before me. You wouldn’t believe what happened next. The circle that I stood in began to get smaller. The women were all walking towards me, closing my circle and depriving me of the space that I did have little by little. I could not even hear their walking as they walked on the marble floor. I suddenly saw all the women stop, raise one foot in the air, and then dropped it all at the same time like some sort of witches’ ritual. The vibration was ground breaking. The shockwaves sent my heart beats to an all time natural high. One thing was for sure, I could still feel. I noticed that two of the twelve women above were Lilith and Carrie. Keep in mind, the rest of the women were models and like I indicated before, neither of them liked me at all. I could only think that maybe the reason why all the other men that I joined with were never heard from again was because maybe upon their termination, this is what they went through. Lilith soon stepped forward as the other women stood in place. This caused a pretty good sized gap in the circle that the women did not seem to fill. Lilith was talking but at the same time I still heard nothing. I don’t even think that she noticed that she busted my ear drums. Lilith then stopped directly in front of me. I looked at the massive black pointy high heels that she had on. Lilith soon slipped her right foot out of the pump and then kicked it over. It suddenly dawned on me how pathetic I was. I played football in high school and I would be lying if I told you that Lilith’s shoe was not the length between the ten and fifty yard line. That was not all that dawned on me. I began to smell something extremely foul. Like someone spilled vinegar or something on the floor. I realized that it was the aroma coming from Lilith’s shoe. I looked in the shoe and found that there were many red stains inside on the insole. The stains looked horribly smeared. I guess that I just got my answer. I figured that I was doomed. What I was not going to do was go out without a fight. Just standing there, I looked up and raised my middle finger up at everyone. I swung it around to show that I was not going to tolerate this that easily. The giant women just threw their heads back and laughed as I looked on. Just as they did this, I took off for the door which luckily, I was not too far from. I was able to even slide underneath it. I soon made way for the wall knowing darn well that there were giants all inside of the building. I came across this one model sitting in the chair next to the office door. She happened to be wearing a nice pair of jeans with this designer tank top women seem to dig these days. The tank top was brown. I could not help but notice that she had on tan stockings and of course a pair of the ugliest shoes that I had ever seen. This woman was a little on the plump side but she was not big at all. She was very attractive and I did not recognize her to say the least. From what I could tell, she still had her shades on I guess because it was sunny and hot here in Buffalo for a day in September. I simply hid under her chair just as the office door opened. All of the women came walking out. Looking up, I even saw Lilith and Carrie walking but not looking for me at all. I figured that so far I might have achieved my escape and felt that to them, finding me was pointless.

So, here is where Lilith’s point is made. I guess I am finally out of the company’s way. Then again, as far as I am concerned, I have to find my way out of this mess. I could risk getting crushed easily by any of these women that are walking around here. Still under the chair, the woman began to get a little impatient. I saw her cross her legs and impatiently, shook her feet as if though she was fed up. I remember when I worked as a stock boy. I would stock shoes like this and could even tell you what brand it was. The woman was wearing a pair of “Basic Editions”. These particular shoes were loafers. I can tell that they were remarkably bigger than Lilith’s feet. The woman obviously was wearing wide widths which were of a monstrous size to say the least at my new sense of proportions. The shoes looked as though they had been worn for a while. They are black with a buckle on the sides of them. The woman soon did something I would see a lot of women do. She pulled a foot out of the shoe which exposed the inside of it. To me anyway, looking from underneath the chair she sat in, I saw a tiny sentient creature. First, I saw legs and feet taped to the insole with what looked like construction tape. I was not too sure at all. I walked up a little closer to the front legs of the chair to get a closer look where I soon saw the tiny creature in full detail. It was a man, shaking helplessly and looking down at me from inside the shoe. He looked as though he was horribly imbedded into the insole and had blood gushing out of his nose. I was even able to look into his eyes but I could not see him any further. Then again, it looked like he was slowly but surely being worn away. Looking at his arms, I could tell that his left arm looked flatter than his right arm. The man made eye contact with me and began screaming something. I am not much of a lip reader but it looked like he was pleading for help. As a matter of fact, the man looked like one of my old coworkers. I soon jumped back, because the woman that sat in the chair leaned over to look inside the shoe. I knew that if she saw me, I would probably unwillingly end up with a new job inside of her other one. Then again, I thought, that one may be occupied as well. I looked on at the woman who now shook her head in disgust with the little man trapped inside of her shoe, bound spread eagle style and forced to try to survive in the rank odor and heat that I am sure the shoe possessed. The woman was truly heartless. I felt sorry for him. I soon saw the woman get up, having slipped her foot back into the shoe on the poor man, and walk away. I thought to myself that that man had to have been going through terrible grinding moments on the way to this building but, now, his ride continues with the grinding and heavy pounding of the woman’s walking. She did not really walk with much care in the world. I thought to myself, by now, the poor man had to have been dead. Now was my chance. I took off again and this time I happen to make a mistake. I was spotted. It was the damn secretary. I found myself just standing next to her stinky stocking clad toes. She did not have her shoes on as some secretaries are famous for doing. The girl stood up, straightened her dress out, and looked as though she was going to finish me once and for all. She was actually getting a kick out of this. I began to back up which only caused her to walk even closer. She stood there looking down at me as she placed her hands on her hips. I did the only human thing I could possibly think of. I dropped to my knees and begged. I could not even hear myself. Suddenly, I stopped only for a second felling a sudden tremor in the ground. I looked up again at the girl and she happened to smile again but was pointing behind me as though she wanted me to look. The tremors now were getting closer. I turned around slowly where I saw those first pair of dreaded heels that I came across earlier. It was Lilith walking violently towards me. This is it. She has found me and has come to finish the job. Left, right, left, right! I could just see her walking and not slowing down. She walked towards me sensuously and finally stopped when she got up to me. I looked up as she raised the same heel that she stomped my balls with before. I then looked at her as she spoke and was able to read her lips very clearly. “YOU’RE FUCKED”, she said. She then sent the heel down for me. I closed my eyes now, feeling my demise. I remember something a man once told me before…..there are six million ways to die. Maybe he was wrong! How about six million and one? “SPLAAAAAAAAT!”

By Jason Reed