Plaything for the Giantess (Chapter 1)

Jimmy was a brilliant student. He never really had any trouble with school and he excelled in every single class. He was a young man, age 18, just discovering life and starting to make his own way. He wasn’t really part of one particular group; he was more like a jack of all trades kind of guy. He was 5’8” and built with brown hair and eyes. The only thing he wasn’t so brilliant at was girls. He always had trouble talking to them and getting hooked up with them.

One day he saw a new student in school, she was very beautiful, and the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. She was 5’6” and very slender with nice “C” cup chest and nice ass. She had beautiful blonde hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes in the world. He couldn’t help but look down at her feet, where she had flip-flops on and they were just dangling in between her toes, teasing him. He had a really big foot fetish. He loved summer time, where all the girls in class would wear flip-flops or some type of open toed shoes and he would be able to sneak peeks at the beautiful feet with nicely painted toes.

She had nicely painted toes, red and inviting, tempting him almost to have him lick them. He was just so intrigued by her. He waited after class and met her in the hallway.

“Hi, my name is Jim.” He introduced.

“I’m Cindy, nice to meet you.” She replied.

Jimmy smiled at her, “So, you must be a new student. I haven’t seen you around here before and I at least know every face within this school.”

Cindy smiled softly back at him, “Why yes, I just transferred to this school. You see my father is an officer in the Army and we have to move around a lot. It really kind of sucks because as soon as I make friends and what not, I have to move again.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Jim replied. The bell in the hallway rang, sounding the end of school. He found this to be an opportunity to find out where she lived to he asked her, “Would you mind if I walk you home from school?”

“Not at all,” She said, “I actually would like it very much.”

He walked her all the way home, both of them talking and finding out that they had a lot in common. She didn’t live far from the school at all, a couple blocks maybe. She lived in a large two story house, two car garage, with nice flowers and gardens leading up to the door. He walked her all the way up to her door.

“Well, here you are. I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” He looked down as he said it, to get one last look at her toes.

“You don’t want to come in and chill for a little bit?” She smiled at him again, more soft and inviting then the first time.

I guess it wouldn’t hurt and just like that both of them went inside, hand in hand. She led him through the house giving him a quick tour of the small mansion. Completing the tour, she lead him to a nice sized bedroom, posters and the color pink filled the room. In the center of the room was a queen sized bed with a red blankets and pillows with frills all over them. It was completed with a headboard of golden colored bars.

“Would you like to lie down?” She asked him in an innocent school girl voice.

He smiled at her and asked, “Are you sure I can, what will your parents say if they catch us? What would your dad do? I would think he would kill me!”

She just laughed and pushed him down on the bed and crawled on top of him. He kissed him from his chest up to his lips and then whispered in his ear. “My dad is the least of your worries right now boy!”

She grabbed his left arm and yanked it up to the headboard and placed the hand cuff around his wrist and tightens it up. She did the same with the other arm letting the unforgiving steel be his restraint from freedom. She took a pair of scissors and cut off his shirt. “You won’t need this ever again!” She smiled at him, but not in the soft inviting way as before. It was more evil and frightening. She unbuttoned his pants and stripped him of all his cloths except for his boxers.

“What the hell are you doing? You are fucking crazy! Let me go! I demand to be let go right now!” He looked up at the restraints and they wouldn’t budge an inch. He looked at her; she was now stripping down herself. She was now wearing a red bra and panties with black lace around the trim and elastic. She had put pantyhose on now and was now coming back to her victim with some kind of gun.

“Now that I have you right were I want you, I can do whatever I like to, and I believe I would love to have a little slave boy to boss around and massage my feet for me!” She smiled sinisterly and pointed the weapon at him and pulled the trigger.

Jimmy cringed and expected the worst had happened. He saw a flash of light and expected to feel pain somewhere on his body, but it never came. He felt very strange though. The cuffs where off his wrist and was free to move his hands around. “It all was a dream…” he said to himself, until he looked up. There he saw a 50 story Cindy staring down at him from the sky. She reached down and held her new toy in her hand.

“How do you feel, boy?” She checked him all over to make sure he was not damaged in anyway, at least, not yet. “Are you ready to serve me as I see fit?” She grinned and placed him at the foot of her bed.

“I guess I really don’t have a choice in the matter.” Jim looked around the room again and everything was so big. There was no way he would be able to escape and even if he did manage, he would never be able to live a normal life this small. He decided it would be best just to go along with what his new giant mistress wanted him to do. “I will do whatever you command me to do.”

She took off her pantyhose and flung them across the room. “First thing I want you to do is massage and kiss my sweaty, smelly feet!”

He reached out and rapped his hands around her huge but soft beautiful feet. He loved the aroma he smelled as he worshipped her feet the best that he could. He would admire her rosy red soles and the nicely painted toes. He couldn’t help but get an erection from this. “This is too good to be true!” He kept telling himself. “At least I get these big elegant feet all to myself!”