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John saw he had tried to steal from the wrong house. He thought the home owner wasn't home since he didn't see his vehicle. He was so wrong. As he tried to steal a few of his valuables, he saw the home owner brandishing some kind of ray gun in his hand. Fearing that he might die, he tried to run away, only to end up 3" tall on the floor. He was quicky captured and placed in a jar with the lid shut with holes in it. That was six weeks ago. The home owner had kept him in is room on his computer desk.
James took his favorite toy out of it's jar as he put on the training video the office had sent over. "Time to start worshipping your giant master's feet again, little toy." He smirked down at the tiny thief who tried to rob his place. He wiggled his giant toes at the tiny human toy at his feet.
"Please, I am truly sorry for trying to rob your place. Just call the police and have me arrested." John pleaded as he stood before the giant feet before him. James had him worshipping is giant feet every day for the past six weeks. A few times, he was trapped in his gym sneaker when he went to work out. He didn't know how he survived it, but it was torture regardless. Other times, he was stuffed in the sock and the sock on his foot. James would sleep with him trapped in his sock all night long while he slept. By this time, he would rather be arressted and do jail time than to continue to be the guy's toy.
"No way. You are way too much fun this way." James said to his little toy. "Now start worshipping your giant master's feet before I decide to keep you in my shoe all day tomorrow." He threatened with a serioius expression. He was being completely honest. If his toy didn't listen it would be under his socked toes all day long.
John knew that his giant master wasn't lying. He once refused and he was trapped under his socked toes for a three hour long gaming sessions. It was hot and sweaty and he reeked of a strong foot odor by the end of being trapped in his sock. He went up to his giant master's feet and began to rub and kiss them. He hoped that one day his master would release him, but then again, it looked like that was wishful thinking on his part. His giant master was having way too much fun with his favorite toy.