Devin didn’t feel right. New Goddess hadn’t punished him, or tortured him, or anything so far. She was being… kind. And it had been days already since he had become Hers. It must be a trick of some sort. What was he doing wrong?
The giantess was providing him good food and nice clothes and a little furnished room, probably so that when he messed up next, She would punish him all the more for betraying Her kindness. That had to be it - She was a patient one, New Goddess.
And a clever one, for She had already won: Devin was ready to fuck himself up. He had to, he was so horny. He didn’t think about touching himself - Old Goddess would have broken him again. No, the only way to pleasure was through pain first. He would have to venture out.
Devin stretched. His body was sore, but not with the constant, mind-numbing soreness he was used to, of fresh bruises and scrapes every day - no, this was a soreness of… healing? He hadn’t received any new wounds in days. It didn’t feel right.
There was nothing left to do. He stripped off his doll clothes, and folded them neatly on his bed. Wait, why did he do that? Normally he would have just tossed his chains or whatever, knowing that he would be punished harshly anyway for his actions. Was this some new sort of reverential respect he had acquired?
No matter. It was time to get naughty. He couldn’t not get naughty. There was naught but to get naughty, lest he die of horniness. Also, the lack of punishment around here was frankly driving him bonkers.
He left the front door of the dollhouse open and made his way into the Big house. New Goddess had left his dollhouse suspiciously close to the floor, as if encouraging him to go out and about. What was that about? Normally he would have to use his tiny-man nimbleness to scale down a curtain or power cord or something. It was another trap, he assured himself. She wanted to catch him skittering underfoot, or jacking off in Her worn underwear.
Or more accurately, inside her shoe, he thought as he stood before the row of footwear. Hand in chin, penis erect, he took it all in. It was quite a different selection than he was used to. There was more comfortable-looking sneakers than spiked heels and leather boots. More Nikes and Adidas than Campbells and Louboutins. It might have been tough to decide on a new brand, but there some Converse. Converse always got him.
These Chucks were green, low-top. Not the black high-tops he was used to, but somehow very enticing in a way he had not felt before. The casual vibe they gave off was exciting him more than he expected, and he reverently touched the white rubber sole. It was cool, hard, and reassuring. He thought about just crawling under the toe and humping the sole until he came, but decided he should go big or go home. So he grabbed a shoelace and clambered up to the lip, where he tumbled down into the shoe.
He landed on the bouncy insole with a light thump. Immediately he inhaled deeply. He was pleasantly surprised at the scent of Febreze and only faint mustiness. Incredible. His heart swelled with pride and anticipation for New Goddess.
Anyway, he started humping. God it felt good after days of abstinence. He didn’t move deeper into the toe section, but stayed in the heel where New Goddess would spot him being bad. He rubbed his face and tongue into the insole. By his calculations, She should be home from work soon, just in time to catch him -
“Hello?”
The booming voice shook him. It was clearly directed right at him, and he spun around in a panic to see Her face up above him through the opening of the shoe. Damn, She was good.
On full-auto mode he whirled onto his knees, arms held above him in a fearful, begging position. His heart raced with a surge of adrenaline. Soon he would be punished, further humiliated, and hopefully forced to cum, and all would be right again. It was all about to fall back into place.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the voice boomed. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
...Devin’s brain broke for a long moment. He peered up through his arms at New Goddess. She seemed… completely earnest. Her freckled face, with Her light blue eyes and diaphanous blond eyelashes, was kind. Not cruel, not disgusted, not humiliatingly amused. If anything, She looked respectfully intrigued. She had clearly noticed his stiff cock, which was rapidly deflating as his mind whirled.
“Shall I leave you alone…?” She said, though She made no indication of moving. After realizing that Devin was in some kind of stupor, she smiled (a genuine, happy smile - What? He could not remember the last time he had not seen one) and gently reached Her massive fingers into the shoe.
Devin reacted at the last second, recoiling out of instinct, and Her fingers paused immediately.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” She said.
At that moment, suddenly he felt some darkness lift from his body. It was a full, physical relief, as if his body had been tense for hours (or years) and then all of a sudden had just relaxed for the first time. It wasn’t only Her words that did it, but the way She said it. He believed Her.
Devin made no further move to escape, and gently, She enclosed him in Her hand. He had never felt such gentleness before by a Giantess. He hadn’t known it was possible. She lifted him up and cupped him in both hands near Her face. This was the first time New Goddess had touched him, or even been this close to him since She had purchased him at the shelter. She had always been (he realized now) keeping a cautious and respectful distance. Her eyes were now pleasantly excited as they darted all over his body.
“Hi,” She whispered.
He shivered. He had never heard a word uttered so benevolently before.
When he didn’t respond, She just smiled and stood up with him in Her hands, and began walking, Her eyes often darting back down to him. They entered her bedroom, and She pulled the blankets away and placed him in the field of flat, white sheets. Then She stripped off her work clothes until She was just in her underwear, and got onto the bed with cat-like grace. He grabbed onto the sheets as the mattress shifted under Her weight, and She sat with Her legs folded in front of him, studying him with a slight, bright-eyed smile.
“Do you want to do this?” She asked, seeing that he was staring at her body.
Did he want to…? She was asking him if he wanted…? Being asked his own wants was a perplexingly new experience.
“If it’s okay with you, I’m going to take this," She said, pointing at his erection with Her pinky finger, "as a yes."
He hadn’t realized how hard he was again, suddenly looking down at himself, and also remembering how naked.
She chuckled softly, and then picked him up between her fingertips. She said, “If you want to stop, just say so. Or give me a signal,” and she lowered him gently toward Her feet. “You like feet, right?”
Devin couldn’t look away from the vast, pink soles and round toes on either side of him. She lightly stifled a giggle, taking that again as a yes, and placed him fully on Her sole.
He shuddered at the touch, a full body experience, as he lay against Her foot. He had never done it like this - it had always been being pressed under the cold, hard shoe, or at best, being rubbed raw under dark nylon against the floor. That had been the only way he had been allowed to achieve pleasure. He didn’t know it could be… soft. Warm.
Half standing and half crawling against the sole, trembling and completely unsure what to do, he turned to Her for clues. What he saw was Her other foot there right behind him, as if waiting for him, and her face above, watching. He leaned back against her sole, almost out of apprehension. She interpreted this as permission to move forward.
She carefully took his cock between her giant toes. He gasped, shocked by both the move, and the feeling of intense pleasure. She began rubbing, gently up and down, and he couldn't keep his mouth from gaping. It was so warm, so soft, and enveloping - nothing he had ever experienced before. His legs and back went rigid as She continued, and he couldn't help but wrap his arms tightly around her toe, as if holding onto that feeling for dear life. His whole body was suddenly warm, engulfed in soft flesh as She pressed him lightly into her sole for better purchase on his cock. He felt himself about to orgasm already.
Breathlessly, he instinctively begged: "P-please Goddess, m-may I cum please?" desperate to utter that before he be punished for cumming without permission - he knew wouldn't be able to hold back.
Instantly she replied: "Yes, of course you can. You don't need to ask me for permission. You deserve this."
He surrendered completely - both to the orgasm, bucking violently against her toes and spurting his load onto the sheets beyond - and to that sensation of total acceptance. That he was who he was, and he could have control over his own life, and that was okay.
He slumped, shaking, completely spent. New Goddess smiled with satisfaction and joy, for the both of them, and lifted Her sticky, cum covered toes. She licked Her fingers, and Devin vaguely realized She had been pleasuring Herself as well.
"T-thank you… Goddess," he said, more heartfelt than he had ever said before.
She leaned down closer to him, beaming. She shook her head lightly. "You don't have to thank me. And you don't have to call me Goddess. If that's a thing we need to work on, then that's okay; we'll get there. But for now, just relax - enjoy the sensation. If you want, you can call me April."