The Special Rug 57 min read

Alexis and Jim were happily married, though certainly not in a “normal”
sense by any stretch of the imagination. Their unique relationship was, in
fact, based on a very unusual reversal of roles in which she was the dominant partner and he was, most definitely, the passive agent. Although many modern marriages operate smoothly on a reversal of traditional male/female roles, theirs carried the still somewhat unusual and sluggish trend a step further (and I use the term “step” with tongue firmly entrenched in cheek!) To Alexis and Jim, however, the close relationship they enjoyed didn’t seem bizarre or even particularly unusual.

They would have conceded that it was “special” and indeed often called it
just that, but they would never have admitted that it was perverse, though
they were fully aware most people think it not only perverse but downright
weird. Although, at first, their special way of relating to each other had seemed a little strange to Alexis, as time passed and she began to enjoy and even relish her new role, what was once odd quickly – surprisingly quickly became accepted as normal every day.

The reason behind Alexis and Jim’s special collaboration of interests was
known to Alexis months before the pair were united. Their marriage
agreement was, in fact, based on her knowledge of his peculiar needs and
her compliance with them was implicit in it as well. The specifics of that
arrangement would indeed govern not only their daily attitude toward each
other but their lifestyle as well once they were married.

So what was this special relationship based on? Well, your jaw may drop open after reading my revelation, but it is true nevertheless, as true as the story that follows this brief introduction. Put as simply and frankly as possible, Jim was a footman. Not just a foot fetish, mind you, but a “crush-enthusiast” as well. Nothing could, in short, really turn him on sexually but being trampled underfoot by women. Some women doubtlessly would have ended their affair with such a man as soon as he confessed his desires to them, but Alexis was no ordinary woman. When Jim haltingly admitted he wanted her to walk on him – in shoes yet; – she giggled nervously and didn’t agree to his request at first, but soon – much, much sooner than Jim anticipated she was experimenting with him on a regular basis and when he proposed to her, she was ready to make his fetish the very bedrock on which their future life together would stand.

Alexis, you see, very quickly learned to enjoy walking on him, not necessarily to please him, but because she had always been fascinated with
stepping on inanimate objects and watching them crumple and collapse under her shod feet. Though she didn’t reveal this perverse passion to Jim until long after they were married, she had discovered that stepping on living beings, in particular Jim himself, not only fascinated her but excited her as well!

Always a realist and never one to feel guilt about her honest emotions,
the beautiful brunette was not repelled by her desires, but rather anxious
to explore stimulating new experiences. There was something about walking on Jim (and by extension, she imagined any man) that gave her such a feeling of power that she couldn’t wait to try it again.

Discovering that Jim’s penis would become erect when she stepped on him and even ejaculate after just a little treading, especially when she stepped
directly on his penis, she began indulging in the strange practice more and more, aware as she did so that such an act was usually confined to the brothels and massage parlors of professional Dominants and their slaves,
not to the living rooms of “decent people”, but frankly, not giving a damn.

Realizing that Jim wasn’t interested in or even capable of normal coitus
was disappointing to her at first, but even that disappointment faded when
he made it clear that he didn’t care if she went out with other men or not
as long as she treated him as her personal rug. Not that it would have
mattered much to her if he did mind. After all, she was calling the shots
in their relationship and could simply refuse to grant his wishes if he was
unreasonable enough to expect her to deny herself normal sex. In any case,
they could now begin their permanent relationship on the right foot, if
you’ll excuse the terrible play on words……

The marriage agreement they made was very simple and to the point. Since
he could only be aroused by feet and by then, she too could see sex with him only in conjunction with her trampling shoes and boots, it was decided that she would make love to him only with her footwear. She would also, of course, feel free to have sex with any man she fancied whenever she wanted
to without having to worry about him, an ideal situation that gave her the
best of all possible worlds.

At this point, he protested. “I don’t mind if you go to bed with other men, sweetheart, you know that. But can’t you let me know ahead of time when you’re going to be seeing a man?” He asked, hoping to achieve this one advantage.

“Don’t be silly, honey,” she replied. “Of course, I will, but often I’ll have to let you know at the spur of the moment. After all, a woman never knows when she may meet a man she fancies.” “But don’t you worry, honey. Whenever that happens, I’ll trample you all the longer when I get back home. I may even get one of my girlfriends to stay with you while I’m gone if any are available at the last moment, of course.” “Of course, dear,” he replied and felt much better. Alexis had already introduced several of her girlfriends to him and after just a little prompting, she’d talked all of them, into treading him under their shoes and boots. It had surprised both of them when every one of the women turned out to be enthusiastic tramplers,  making Jim wish he’d summoned up the nerve to ask women to walk on him years ago.

It was also decided that if walking on him meant she was expressing her love for him, then his ejaculating for her at the peak of sexual excitement meant he was returning that love (quite literally, as it were). Alexis thought this quite funny at the time and Jim thought she was making fun of him, but he didn’t really mind at all.

Alexis decreed in the contract that she would treat him gently and “lovingly” most of the time, but made it clear that at times, if she was in a hurry, literally in a race for time, doing something else that required all her attention at the time, like, for instance, applying makeup, or was angry with him, that he must accept rough treatment, even on his sensitive sex organs.

“It’s your duty as my husband, honey,” she told him when he questioned the printed word. “After all, as my personal rug, you’re also my slave and as everybody knows, slaves must obey their owners under any circumstances and accept their punishment without complaining.” “Yes, sweetheart,” he replied and gazed at the floor, wondering at the time just what he was getting into, but determined to see it through nevertheless.

Finally, the marriage contract stipulated that in the new home they were
building in the hills overlooking the East Coast city they lived in, Jim would construct special pits in various rooms of the house where he would be placed to make it easier for her to walk on him without having to step up on him or under “special conditions,” i.e., whenever he was 1-) being punished 2-) being hidden from guests or 3-) being trampled by female guests.

When Jim protested again, Alexis just shrugged. “Then I take it you don’t want to marry me?” Jim had to throw in the proverbial towel at that point. He agreed to everything on the printed contract, clearly spelled-out words that were in reality her demands. It seemed strange that just a few weeks ago, he was wracking his brain to figure out ways to convince her to walk on him. Now, she was demanding more out of him than he ever bargained for and insisting he is trampled not only by her but by her friends as well if such was her whim at the time. And yet, in spite of his misgivings, he didn’t say another word. He had dreamed of just such a lifestyle as she was offering him for too long to back out when his dreams were, at last, coming true. If marrying the beautiful woman to become not just her husband with a few extra kinks thrown in as he’d hoped, but her complete slave as well, then that was just the way it was going to be. Besides, though he hadn’t admitted it yet, even to himself, he secretly wanted to go all the way with her down whatever path she chose. And the more he thought about that pain, the more excited he became.

Before the unusual couple finally said their vows, Jim spent just over a week in their now almost completed home, constructing the bizarre pits she insisted upon. Following Alexis’s precise, if at times rather sketchy instruction, to the letter, he quickly found himself getting into his work with a real passion. She had left the actual engineering up to him, trusting his mechanical mind and talented hands to do the work, and was well
satisfied with the product when she came to inspect it.

It took him nine hours a day for the period of time indicated above to cut
the pits in the hardwood floors ( before the tile was put in the bathroom
and kitchen) to fit the precise dimensions of his body and to add the extra
equipment she requested. It was no wonder why it took him so long. There were thirteen pits in all, two in the kitchen (one in front of the sink and one under and just to the left of the table), one in the bathroom (in the center of the room), two in the master bedroom (her bedroom, by the side of her queen-sized bed and in the front of her dresser), one in the bedroom  (actually a room within a room, a 4′ wide, 15′ long secret chamber where he could be sequestered whenever “necessary”), three in the living room (in front of the couch, in front of the lounge chair and in the center of the room) and one in the hallway. (There were four hallways in all on the first floor of the house. The large home also had a daylight basement and an upper floor, where overnight guests would stay.)

All the ingeniously constructed pits could be sealed simply by pushing a button on the wall panel in each chamber in question or by Alexis’s small hand-held remote control device, activating panels that would obscure them from view altogether and make them appear to be part of the floor itself (tile in the bathroom and kitchen and mahogany or hardwood in the other rooms.) The wall-to-wall rug that covered the living room, dining room, and hallways had to be cut to accommodate the pits too, of course, and it was a credit to Jim’s meticulous genius for mechanics and carpentry that when all the pits were sealed, the house looked perfectly normal.

The pits in the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom were usually going to be left open so Jim could move from pit to pit without difficulty if necessary. All were equipped with sliding panels that could be slid back and forth to
expose what parts of Jim’s prostrate body Alexis might desire to tread on
at a particular time. They moved from east to west, whereas the overlying
panel that hid the pit from view closed from north to south. The east-west
panels could be closed until only his face or genitals or both were visible, for instance. Hydraulic controls could also lift his body up or down. The pits in the living room were an especially ingenious testament to Alexis’s creative imagination and Jim’s engineering expertise. These pits, in which Jim would lie and quite literally become part of the floor under the carpet whenever Alexis didn’t want everyone present at a party to know that he was there, could activate a thin sheet of Lexan plastic that would slide over him to ensure that he would not only be part of the floor but feel like it as well to the female guest who would be walking all over him. He could be raised or lowered and Alexis could adjust the pressure of his body against the underside of the Lexan Plastic sheet, reinforcing the sheet so that there would be no give in it and it wouldn’t feel spongy.

Finally, the mechanism was designed to allow Alexis to raise the floor of the pit, forcing Jim’s body into a tight vice between it and the glass. On the same day that Alexis inspected the pits and tested them with Jim in them, she completed the finishing touches on the house, and on the following day, the happy couple were married. When Jim had left Alexis to work on the house, she had given him a typed list of the new schedule he would be expected to respect when they were living together. He gasped when he read it at his bachelor’s pad, but his cock rose in his pants by the time he was finished with it and he knew at that moment that he wouldn’t even mention his reservations about it, but would follow it loyally.

Instead of listing the duties and obligations on that fateful list, I think it would be more entertaining to reveal them by describing a typical couple of days with our happy newlyweds. We join them on Wednesday, two weeks to the day after they tied the knot. By then, the schedule Jim had memorized before marrying Alexis had become second nature to him through daily repetition. We can therefore eavesdrop on them at a time when what was once only a fantasy had become a daily reality.

The alarm rang at 6:30 sharp as it always did on workdays. With a sigh,
Jim sat up and yawned. Getting up so damned early was one of the things
about married life with Alexis that he wished he could negotiate his way
clear of, but he didn’t bother because he couldn’t see any way out of it. After all, it was one of his duties to fix breakfast for his wife and draw her bath, wasn’t it? And how could he do these things without getting up a little early? He wiped the sleep from his eyes and stood up. Sleeping on a thin mat on the floor of his bedroom wasn’t exactly his idea of married bliss either, though he understood why he was there. He’d been allowed to sleep in the pit by Alexis’s bed in her much more luxuriously appointed bedroom for four whole nights, from Friday through Monday, and had served as her foot mat when she got up at night, but she banished him to his room on Tuesday. She preferred him in her bedroom for the reason just given. But there would be nights went she would want privacy more. She had told him that when they were first married.

Last night had simply been one of those nights and that was all there was to it. He hadn’t protested when she banished him to his room, which was bare but for his mat, an old blanket, and a closet full of clothes he absolutely needed for work. He thought at the time that privacy alone wasn’t the only reason she preferred to sleep solo. Tuesday evening she had been late for the first time since they were married and he had learned later that the reason why was she had spent a couple of hours with an old lover of hers. She told him this news while walking all over him with her white 3 1/2 ” spike-heeled pumps and though he had winced with pain as her tiny heels dug into his fragile flesh, the pain was made all the more difficult to bear by her soft voice as it gently and gently told him how good the man was and how good a rug he was by contrast.

Later, after she sent him to his room, he heard her moaning ecstatically in bed. If she wasn’t recalling her experience with her lover as she fondled herself, then his name wasn’t Jim. Of course, she could have been recalling the way she treated him too, or possibly both experiences. Well, he would never know the whole truth. He signed again as he walked into the kitchen. He had just finished frying two strips of bacon and two eggs and was boiling a pot of coffee when he heard his wife stirring in her bedroom. “She must smell the coffee,” he told himself. “She doesn’t usually wake until her alarm goes off.”

Satisfied that everything was in readiness except her toast which she liked
him to fix it at the last minute, he padded the carpeted hall into the bathroom and began slowly filling the tub with warm water. He glanced at himself in the mirror and brushed back her thinning hair. He looked at his cock in the glass and wished it wasn’t so hard. It was embarrassing to him, for Alexis to see him erect first thing in the morning and frustrating that he couldn’t hide his erection, but there was nothing he could do to remedy the situation. One of his wife’s rules prescribed that he always remain naked in her presence, as was only befitting his fourth-class citizen’s role in her home.

He turned off the water, looked at himself one more time and got down on his hands and knees, then crawled to her bedroom. Crawling was another idea of his wife’s. She didn’t mind him walking upright when he was left alone, but when he was with her, only crawling, kneeling or prostrate were acceptable. He didn’t mind this rule at all. For one thing, Crawling toward an attractive woman had always been an image that appealed to his docile nature. For another, when he was crawling, it was much easier to hide his erection, which was, not incidentally, growing larger and larger the closer he got to Alexis’s room.

She was still sitting on her bed when he crawled in the door. The bright
morning sunlight coming into the room from the window, where she had drawn the drapes upon awakening, shone on her lovely face, lighting up her curly, black hair. He looked deeply into her big, green eyes, then remembering himself, lowered his head and stared at her feet. “She’s so beautiful!” He thought. “I’m so lucky she married me!” “Good morning, honey!” She said as she lifted his head by cupping his chin in her slender right hand. “It’s alright, you may look into my face. Is everything ready? I smell breakfast and heard my bath water running.” “Yes, sweetheart. Everything is ready. I turned the heat down on the range. Your bath water is nice and warm.” “Then bring me my boot slippers. The white, vinyl ones.”
“Yes, sweetheart. At once.” He brought her the soft slippers and on her command, slipped them on her beautiful, high-arched feet, then prostrated himself as custom dictated. Alexis smiled, demurely buttoned her pink nightgown over her full, lightly tanned body, and stood. “You don’t have to attend me in the bathroom this morning,” she informed him. ” I want to listen to the weather, so be a dear and turn on the house sound system after I leave you.” She smiled and stepped between his outstretched legs. “Oh, and after you do that, lie in the pit by the dresser. I’ll be with you, er… I mean, on you as soon as I bathe.”

“Yes, sweetheart,” he replied in a gentle, loving voice. He felt his cock risk in the air as she lifted her graceful foot over it, then gasped as she stepped on it, stepping squarely on it and pressing it down into his stomach. He cried out but his cry was stifled by her weight on his stomach.

“You feel so wonderful this morning, dear,” she said as she walked across his chest. “Thank you, sweet… “, but ‘heart’ was cut off by the soft sole of her slipper when she stepped right in the middle of his face with her left foot. As she walked off down the hall to the bathroom, he thought of how reluctant she’d been to step on his face the first time he brought the subject up and how easily she did it now, as if she’d been walking on men’s faces all her life.

When he heard her close the bathroom door behind her, he quickly turned on the sound system and listened to the soothing voice of a female radio
announcer fill every room in the house. He could also hear his wife step
into the tub, then the sound of splashing water as she bathed her shapely
body in the bubble bath he had prepared for her.

He lay in the pit now, anxiously, but a little nervously awaiting her return. He was especially agitated this morning because when she had him hang the clothes she wanted to wear to work on the doorknob of her closet, then place her matching shoes under them, she had chosen red pumps with 3”
spike heels. Those heels were murder on a poor man’s tender skin. He ought to know; she’d trampled him in them before. “Well, at least she didn’t select dark shoes,” he thought and banished the frightening thought from his mind. Dark shoes, boots, and even dark slippers, particularly black ones meant trouble in the highly symbolic world of Alexis, who took black-and-white symbolism quite seriously. Dark shoes on her feet usually meant she was angry with him for something or other and was in a mood to punish him. Not that she was always in a mean mood when she donned dark footwear. After all, dark pumps are all the rage these days, and always stylish Alexis wore them with many of her elegant outfits because they matched this or that outfit. But even when she put on dark shoes or boots in the morning just for the sake of style, she always seemed a little more sadistic when she used him as her mat at the front door.

“How paranoid you’re getting in your old age, Jimmy!” He mused, then forgot the thought altogether as he heard his wife emerging from the bathroom. She was completely naked now except for her vinyl boot slippers,
which she had redonned after drying herself, a duty he performed for her
himself some mornings. He watched her approach him and reddened as his
cock sprang to attention. Alexis noticed at once and giggled. “Your little dog is barking at me this morning!” She remarked as she placed the tip of her slipper on the head of the brazen organ. She twisted her foot left to right squashing the head into his stomach. He jerked in his pit when he felt the soft slipper, and he heard Alexis giggle as she stepped down on his cock with her full weight, afterward prancing up onto his chest with her light step. It always struck Jim how light her step was and how delicate she seemed when on the floor, yet how heavy she was when standing on him. The two cliches “light as a feather” and “a ton of bricks” merge in his mind as she stood on his chest and opened the dresser to retrieve a pair of panties from the third drawer from the top.

Alexis wasn’t a very big woman. She was under 5’5″ and weighed only 115
pounds or so, but 115 pounds of women is a lot to have on one’s chest,
especially when she continues to stand on one for a prolonged period. And
yet, he bore her weight gladly, though he grunted and moaned when she
placed her hand on the dresser and shifted her weight on him as she pulled
her panties over first one leg, then the other. She stood on his upper chest as she put her bra on and snapped it in place behind her back, putting all her weight on his fragile collarbones with one foot as she reached for her long, red, knee-length gown.

Alexis was an executive working for a big corporation with public relations
duties. She made big money, several times more than Jim did in his lowly clerk’s job in a women’s shoe store, one of the reasons many of her snobbish friends were surprised she married the “no account jerk” in the first place. She also wined and dined many important high-rollers and
today, by the look of things, she was about to do just that again.

Normally, she wore a women’s business suit, or if she was going to spend a quiet day making phone calls and doing paperwork around the office, she wore casual clothes. On the days when she wore one of her gowns, it usually meant she was meeting someone important. This particular red gown, highlighted by a broad, white sash she was just then tying around her slender waist, was one of her favorites. Elegant in design and plain, but flashy in color, it suited her dark hair and lightly tanned complexion perfectly and conveyed just the message she was trying to express: a quality that only a lot of money could buy and daring flair. When people looked at her that day, they would see a tasteful, but an aggressive woman who was daring enough to wear bright colors and convey sensuality without looking cheap and gaudy.

“You look beautiful today, sweetheart,” Jim said and meant it. His voice
was strained and he gasped between words. Already, his wife’s weight was
becoming extremely distressing. “Thank you, dear. And you feel especially soft and yielding under my feet today,” she replied cheerfully. “Thank..” he replied but she stifled him by stepping right in his open mouth with her right slippered foot as she reached for a small necklace centered with a gorgeous ruby. When she put her foot back down on his chest, he said, “you.” Alexi s turned on him and placed her left foot on his face then twisted it gently on his features. “My white slipper looks wonderful on your face, honey. Remind me to walk on your face with them sometime. But for now, remove them for me.”

Jim wasn’t cinched in the pit, just conveniently level with the carpet, so he could move his hands. Gently, he removed her slippers and placed them
on the floor. “My shoes?” “Of course, sweetheart,” he replied in his increasingly hoarse voice. Reaching for the red pumps, he placed them
on his face, holding them secure on its irregular surface by poking their
sharp heels in his mouth.

Alexis stared down into his face. He could see her but dimly out of the
corner of one eye. The rest of that eye and the whole other one was
covered by the soles of her shoes, but he could see enough to focus on
her laughing eyes and smiling lips. His wife really enjoyed this part of
the ceremony every time she did it and this was no different than any
other.

Slowly, she slipped her right foot into her shoe, then stepped up onto
his face, putting all her weight on it. For a couple of seconds, she stood balancing on that one tormenting foot, now shod in the bright red pump and the pressure was so great he thought his head might collapse under
her! Her heel sank deeply into his mouth, driving his tongue into the
bottom of his mouth, then her weight shifted as she neatly slipped her
other foot into her left pump. She stood for over a minute on his face with both feet, her heels puncturing his tongue and her soles covering his eyes, the sides of her shoes pressing against his nostrils, her weight crushing his head as she gazed into the mirror and brushed her dark hair. She hummed as she brushed and smiled at herself. She was proud of her new role and enjoyed her husband’s suffering so stoically under her cruel pumps as she stood so casually, so naturally on his face, as if she was standing on a carpet, not a living, breathing man. Finally, she walked down his body and off onto the real rug.

(Or was Jim the real rug? It was already becoming difficult to tell!) Five minutes later, in the kitchen, Jim prepared his wife’s toast, poured her coffee, then prostrated himself in the pit beside and under the table before she arrived to eat. Having put on her earrings and turned the radio to a station playing light classical music, Alexis walked into the kitchen. She was pleased to find her obedient hubby just where he belonged.

“It’s such a glorious day, honey?” She asked as she stepped on his chest
and turned around, grinding her heels into his pectorals. “Yes, unnnh!, Sweetheart, it uhh! is!” He replied through gritted teeth as she sat on a kitchen chair and placed her shod feet on his handy, ready face. Jim listened to her sample the food and was pleased when she smacked her lovely lips and went “Mmmmm!”

“Delicious, Jim. Simply delicious!” She said and through the obstructions of both of her soles, which were placed lightly on his mouth, muttered “Thank you, sweetheart.” Unlike most women, Alexis often dressed before eating instead of lounging about in her casual clothes, a luxury she reserved for evenings at home. Jim didn’t know why she did it. Other than the fact that she liked to be prepared to leave right after breakfast, he was always impressed by how she daintily but rapidly consumed her meal without ever spilling even a drop of coffee on her expensive clothes, no matter how much of a hurry she was in. Perhaps it was just another way she proved to him how much of a woman in command she was. Once during the course of the meal, as she was sipping steaming almond-flavored coffee, she dropped a piece of toast she had dipped in egg on the floor, then removed one of her feet, ground the mess under the sole of her shoe until it stuck to it, then placed the dirty, sticky sole on her husband’s mouth.

“Hungry, dear?” She asked in her sweetest voice and when he mumbled
“yes,” into her shoe, she said “Good! Now be sure you lick my sole absolutely clean when you finish, honey. We wouldn’t want to spoil the
nice carpet, would we?” “No, sweetheart,” he muttered, then pressed his lips to the disgusting crushed mulch on her sole. He sucked it into his mouth, ate it, and licked her sole until all the sticky material and much of the dirt as well was removed.

“Delicious, sweetheart. You are too good to me,” he replied with not a trace of sarcasm in his voice. “How true, how very true!” She replied and stood up right where she was. The light pressure she had been exerting on his face was now doubled several times over as her 115 pounds crushed it flat. She pushed her chair back under the table and was about to step off his face when the phone suddenly rang. The extension phone was placed on the wall right next to the cupboard containing Alexis’s plates and bowls. It was so handily placed she could pick it up without moving from where she was.

“Oh no !” Jim moaned unheard into the shoes that were pressing down onto
his mouth. She was standing right in the center of his face, her soles completely covering his mouth as well as his nose, mashing them flat and
making breathing a very difficult venture at best. Her high heels rested on his forehead, the left one dangerously close to his eye. When she shifted her weight, she actually pressed that scary spike into his pupil, scaring the hell out of him. It was all he could do to keep from screaming, but he didn’t dare to do so because of the paralyzing fear that had suddenly possessed him. “OH, hello, Duane,” the possessor of those dangerous spikes was saying. “Yes, I’ll be happy to meet you at the Embassy for lunch.”

A pause, then, “Well, certainly, if you think we have time.” Another pause was punctuated by a slow twist of a foot on the face beneath it and a giggle. “Yes, well, a quick toss in the hay as you so crudely put it, is better than nothing, I suppose. Well, see you then, lover boy.” She hung up the phone and moved off her husband’s face, onto his chest, accidentally dragging her left heel across his closed eyelid, leaving an ugly scrape- mark on it. Turning to face him, she looked down at his face as she placed her foot on it and began twisting it all over his features. “As you probably heard, honey. I’m going to see Duane for lunch and perhaps a quick bout of liquid love afterward. You remember Duane, don’t you?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” “Then you probably recall my telling you what a stud he is. I can’t wait to feel his big throbbing organ inside me!” She smiled and rubbed the sole of her right pump across the sad, pinched physiognomy of her husband. Of course, I can feel your throbbing organ right now, can’t I, dear?”

She moved down his body, leaving tiny red marks in her wake all the way to
his groin, then began gently massaging his erect cock with the sole of her
shoe, twisting it from left to right until he was going mad with desire. “Uh oh! It’s almost time to leave!” She suddenly cried. “Be a dear and lay my coat and purse out for me on the recliner. Then, well, you know..” Jim knew what she was talking about all right. She meant to use him as her foot mat on her way out the door. He sat up and knelt at the elegant lady’s feet. “At once, sweetheart,” He said in his most respectful tone and kissed the floor at the tips of her shoes.

Alexis patted him on the head and turned her back on him. He watched her
walk away, His cock seems to grow larger with each step of her high-heeled pumps. He had her coat and purse laid out in a flash and was prostrate in the pit in the middle of the living room in a matter of seconds, every nerve in his body tense as a coil spring as he listened to his beautiful wife clicking around in the bathroom, making inevitable last minute preparations. His heart thudded in his breast a thousand beats a second as he heard the bathroom light snap off and then the sound of her approaching footsteps on the carpeted floor. Somehow, though he was underfoot most of the time while in her presence, and should have been quite used to the experience, this particular scenario always excited him more than any other. Every time it happened, he felt as if he was going to be trampled for the first time. He watched her put on her expensive mink stole and curl her small handbag under her arm, then walk toward him, her light footsteps sounding heavier and heavier as she tramped nearer and nearer to his naked body. The central living room pit was laid out so that Jim’s crotch would be at his wife’s disposal the moment she came in the door in the evenings, his legs secured under the lower sliding panel of the depression. When his wife was heading for the door on her way out of the room, therefore, his face was the first thing she reached.

She reached it just then. Standing behind him, she stared down into his
eyes as she slowly, teasingly lifted her foot. “Your face looks so expectant, honey, I just must step on it!” She said. Slowly, infinitely slowly to the hyper-tense Jim, she lowered her foot until her heel finally landed on the bony depression between his staring eyes, her sole squashing down his nose and mouth as she put her body weight on that dangerous, yet o’ so exciting shoe. Her other foot landed squarely on his chest. She stood for a moment, one shoe mashing his face, the other slowly beginning to put pressure on his pectorals, then walked forward.

Jim had felt robbed of his orgasm in the kitchen and had reckoned he wouldn’t experience one at all that morning, but he was wrong. In its
super-excited state, his cock exploded the moment his wife stepped on it,
splashing thick white cum all over his thigh. Alexis laughed as she stepped on his leg, turned around on it, and then stepped on his throbbing spurting cock again, thoroughly pressing any remaining cum out of it, and at the same time soaking both soles in the sticky cum, She then slowly walked up his body, tracking it all over him. “MY my, what a big proof of your love this morning, honey!” She said as she twisted her shoes all over his face, one at a time, grinding his cum into his mouth, nose, and even his eyes. His energy rapidly leaving him, he sighed and closed his eyes, the blissful expression on his face saying more than words could ever say as she walked firmly across his countenance, turned on the carpet and trod on it again, then walked quickly down his body, her left shoe squashing his limp cock flat into his leg as she reached the door and opened it.

“Your instructions for my supper are on the kitchen bulletin board. Expect
my call around four as usual!” She said as she stepped outside. Whereas her voice was soft and gentle when she was treading him, it now took on a colder, business-like tone. “Yes, Alexis. I will wait eagerly for your ring,” he replied. She smiled. “Excellent, dear. Don’t work too hard today. I want you in good shape this evening. If you’re lucky, I may just trample you all  night!” “Oh, sweetheart! That would be so wonderful!” He gushed. Alexis just smiled and shut the door. Jim thought he heard her laugh to herself as she clicked out to the car. Jim arrived home an hour before his wife as he always did Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. He was naked and working in the kitchen preparing porterhouse steak and baked potatoes in the oven for her supper when the phone rang. It was Alexis, of course. “Good afternoon, honey. I hope the steaks are on,” she said. “Yes, sweetheart and so are the potatoes.” “Good. When they’re done, leave them on low heat. It’s such a beautiful day today I want to jog a little in the woods. I’ll be home right on time and leave the car out front as I did last night, so I can drive to the woods. Therefore I’ll be coming in the front door. Be ready for me. I’ll expect to see my jogging shoes waiting for me on your face.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Jim agreed. His voice quavered when he added, “I
can’t wait to see and f..feel you, sweetheart.” “That doesn’t surprise me a bit, honey,” Alexis replied with a giggle and hung up the phone. Jim was already when he heard Alexis pull up the driveway. He was lying nude in the living room pit, her white, leather topped Class A women’s running shoes on his sweating face, the jogging clothes she hadn’t mentioned draped across the top of a chair to his right. With mounting excitement, he listened intently as his wife strolled up the steps to the porch, turned her key in the lock of the door, then opened it. She was on his crotch, her pointed heels digging into his sensitive testicles before she even closed it.

“HI, Jim. I’m glad to see you where you belong.” She said as she wiped her dirty soles on his erect cock. “But I really must change fast and drive to the woods before the sun goes down,” she added, then began changing clothes without further ado. In only two minutes, she had made the dramatic transformation from chic sophisticate to the casual jogger and was standing on his upper chest in her long-sleeved cotton pullover and striped shorts. Her feet were bare, but not for long. “I”m very pleased to see my shoes in place on your face, right where I want them. Now keep your head absolutely still while I slip into them,” she said and Jim replied “Yes, sweetheart,” into the heels of the shoes, eliciting an amused giggle from her. Then she proceeded to slip first her left foot and then her right foot into the running shoes, putting terrific pressure on his face as she balanced on one foot at a time. Her shoes were placed on either side of his nose when she put them on, but she slid them together, mashing them flat to get greater leverage on his head as she bent over to tie the laces. Her feet slid on him, burning his facial flesh, but the terrible pressure she was exerting on him prevented him from crying out and when she, at last, stepped back on his chest, he was on the verge of blacking out from the lack of oxygen. Alexis noticed his discomfort, of course, and shook her head. “Poor little Jim. His face is all squished up! But look! His features are beginning to pop back into normal shape. How cute!”

Jim tried to smile but he was too busy panting and trying to recover the
breath so casually robbed from him. “Well, ta ta, honey. Mustn’t dawdle
any longer. I’m going to put the car in the garage tonight, so be ready in
the kitchen pit when I return,” she said, then turned on his lungs, grinding the grip pattern of her soles into his skin. He cried out this time and she turned at the door. “Save your breath, honey. You’re going to need it later. I’ll be winding down when I get back and probably very hyper, so you’ll get a thorough treading just as I promised!” “Yes, sweetheart,” he replied and his cock wagged, “as if it was waving good-bye to her and wishing and wishing her a speedy return.” Just under an hour later, Jim heard the automatic garage door open. Alexis had returned a little earlier than he had expected and he had to haul ass to get into the kitchen pit in time to be ready for her as ordered. His beautiful wife kept her promise. No sooner had she shut the door than she was on him, treading him gently, but steadily from head to foot.

“I feel so good?” She gushed as she stepped on his penis, bending it sideways. “I can tell by your throbbing penis that you do too!” She continued walking as she talked to him, treading on his skin and bones
slowly and taking baby steps to cover every inch of him. Her small body
seemed gigantic as it loomed over him. “Your penis reminds me of the one
that my lover put in me this afternoon, only his, of course, was much larger,” she said as she walked across his chest, her toe-sole momentarily crushing his throat.

“Oh, you’ll never know how good he is, honey?”- stepping on his face with
one foot, then turn on both, grinding her rubber soles into his flesh and twisting his features under her full weight. “He thrust that enormous thing in and out of me for nearly a half-hour and finally filled me with more cum than I thought possible, even for a stud like him!” – walking across his groin, then squashing his violently throbbing cock under her slowly turning shoe. “but don,t fret, honey. You give me great pleasure too, especially when you’re lying under me like this feeling my shoes walking on your soft flesh and brittle bones. But now it’s your turn. Tell me how much you love me too!” She stepped hard on his stomach, knocking the wind from him. He couldn’t catch his breath for a few seconds and his words were punctuated by heavy panting, but he mouthed those expected syllables anyway, speaking the truth as she continued to trample him.

“I love you more than unhhh..anything in the wor..” He gasped, his last word squelched by her left foot when it stepped right in the center of his face, but he continued speaking the second she stepped onto his chest. “You don’t love me like you love..unhhh! ..other men, But I understand.. unhhh!.. why. I’m your rug and deserve to be trampled by you. And I love it,  sweetheart, more than I can say!” She stepped on his penis for the tenth time, then began walking up his body again. “I know it, honey,” she said in her sugary voice, “and I love to walk on you with my white running shoes. It gives me so much pleasure to hear you moan under them and watch your face mash and stretch out under their soles.” He gazed up at her through eyes that were filling with tears he couldn’t help and was thrilled by the sight of her shapely legs, bobbing breasts and far above him, she slightly flushed with pleasure, smiling face, just as her shoe landed on his face, mashing it inwards like a compressed accordion. She turned on his thoroughly mashed face with one foot, then continued to walk down his body. “And the grip marks her rubber soles are leaving all over you thrill me because they are the indelible proof of my love for you!” She turned on his shins and approached his cock one last time. Knowing his orgasm was imminent, she stepped on the throbbing organ, and began to gently massage it beneath the slow twisting sole of her left shoe. “Now prove your love for me, honey!” She said, her voice rising an octave higher as she applied pressure. “Spurt, honey! Spurt all over my sole!” “Yes,  sweetheart, I will, I will!” He almost shouted as his body tensed and instantly began spurting stream after stream of hot, thick cum out from under her twisting shoe, and all over his leg and on her sole. Alexi s moaned as if she too was nearing a climax (which wasn’t far from the truth!), then she began to track his cum all over him. She wasn’t happy until he was covered with it. The rest of the evening was spent very pleasantly by the happy couple. Alexis ate at the kitchen table while she used Jim’s sore face as her footrest, fed him morsels of steak and potatoes after mashing them to mush under her shoes, let him lick her soles clean, then left the sweat-soaked shoes upside down on his face for him to enjoy as she changed clothes.

She spent the rest of the evening using his face as the foot-rest for her white boot-slippered feet and watching T.V. or sitting on it with her bare
crotch as he licked her to climax after climax, then rewarded him for a
job well done by treading him to another spectacular orgasm under her
slippers as he lay in the pit near her bed. Thursday passed peacefully
enough. Alexis stayed home with her husband, and trampled him thoroughly in blue spike-heeled sandals, and again let him sleep on the floor. On Friday, however, she got out of bed earlier than him for once and when she returned to him, was in a peevish mood, something that mystified him all day on the job at the shoe store. On Tuesdays and Fridays, Alexis arrived home before her husband and when he got there that night and knelt before her as soon as he closed the front door, he knew his suspicions that something was bothering her were true. For one thing, her eyes were flashing, even though she was smiling. For another, she was wearing a black blouse and tight, blue designer jeans tucked into ankle-length black boots with 3″ spike heels. Black footwear always meant trouble, so it wasn’t surprising that he trembled when he bent over to lick the slightly pointed leather toes of those mean-looking boots. “Good evening, sweetheart. You look lovely in these b..black boots,” he stuttered.

“Yes, I do, don’t I, honey? You’re going to feel those boots too as I walk all over you! I want to start right away, so make the necessary arrangements.” “I will, sweetheart, I will,” Jim replied. He tried to look enthusiastic and was definitely excited, but Alexis could see how nervous and scared he was too. She watched him remove his clothes with shaking fingers as she stood before him, arms crossed in front of her, smiling pleasantly, but glaring at him with eyes that had just a hint of anger in them. “Alright. Hang your clothes in your room, dear. On your way, stop in the kitchen and pick up the tray of hors d’oeuvres I put in the refrigerator. Then lie down in the pit in the room behind your bed.” “At once, sweetheart,” Jim replied and made his way into the interior of the house as calmly as he could. He walked rather than crawled with his wife’s tacit approval because of the urgency of his mission. In the kitchen, he picked up the hors d’oeuvres with his clothes
and shoes already in hand. The tray was difficult to manage with a load of clothes, but he managed to make it to his bedroom without spilling or dropping anything. On his way out the door, he happened to notice the list of house duties Alexis left for him to do on the wall bulletin board. There were many tasks to complete on that ominous board, jobs he never seemed to have time to finish in the brief time he was alone in the house. It seemed grossly unfair to Jim, but Alexis definitely expected him to complete each nevertheless. He gulped when he noticed that she had crossed out the few completed assignments, but had left big red question marks on the ones not finished or even begun.

“So that’s it!” He thought. It took him only five minutes to carry out his
wife’s orders, he was then prostrate in the pit in the secret chamber when
he heard her walking in his direction. Moments later, Alexis entered the
room. If she were still angry, she certainly didn’t show it in the tone of
her voice or the cheerful expression on her beautiful face, but her eyes
still glittered like cold diamonds and when she began trampling him, she
made no attempt to be considerate and dispensed with gentleness altogether, proving to her husband that his assessment of her mood was correct. Not that he was surprised at all. Black footwear always spelled big trouble in flashing neon lights before; there was no reason to assume that tonight was any different.

In spite of his pain, which came instantly to him just from being stepped
on by those mean little boots, Jim almost laughed when she began laying
the loving wife bit on so thick her voice almost dripped with sugar sweet
sap. “It makes me so happy to trample you like this, honey,” she coed in her usual soft, musical tone, “but my pleasure is not the only issue at hand, or, ha! ha! Underfoot here, is it?” “No, my little rug-man, I’m walking on you with my cute little black boots for your pleasure too, and for your  education..?” (This was the only time she referred to the fact that he was being punished, not just stimulated.)

“I know how much you enjoy the way I make love to you with my shoes and
boots and after all, all I want to do is make you, happy.” She said as she trod heavily on his legs, then walked across his limp cock, stepping hard on his sensitive flesh and refusing to spare his balls as she usually did when she was milking an orgasm out of him. She didn’t stomp or jump on him, but she certainly didn’t walk gently either. Her booted feet came down hard where ever they happened to be at the time and if a sharp heel tore his flesh or a hard sole loosened a tooth in his mouth, well, that were just the breaks in her rough game! She ground her heels in often, especially when treading his tender belly flesh, breast, and sensitive genitals, spiking his nipples and long (now erect) hard cock, and putting her whole weight on just those pointed spikes whenever she came down heels-first. She twisted her boot soles all over his helpless face too, leaving bruises and abrasions in her wake that he knew, would be hard put to explain at work.

“Of course the love I give to you so generously,” she continue as she stood on his head with both boots and slowly turned on the balls of her feet, mashing his nose into his face, “is not exactly like the passion I give to my lover when he caresses me with his talented hands and probes my juicy vagina with his gorgeous cock, is it?” She took an hors d’oeuvre from the tray. “No..unhhh!..sweetheart, it isn’t,” the poor bug of a man replied as her right boot slammed flat-footed down on his chest, giving him a taste of hard sole and sharp heel at the same time. It seems very humiliating that she ate as she walked on him. “And why is that, honey?” She asked in a voice almost as breathless as his from the sheer exertion she was expanding on her human treadmill. “Because h..he actively g..gives you.. unnnh!… his love while I j..just lie here and t..take the love you g..give me with your.. unnhh! pretty b..boots, sweetheart!” “Yes, that’s it, honey! That’s it in the nutshell!” Alexis agreed as she began roughly twisting her right sole on his cock, caring not a whit that her heel was grinding into his ultra-pain-sensitive balls. “Now it’s your turn to prove your love for me, isn’t it?” She asked as she stepped on his cock with both soles, mashing it completely flat into his leg. “Yes..oh! oh!..yes, sweetheart!” He moaned as hot, white cum oozed from his much-abused cock like thick toothpaste from a tube. He thought he heard a note of exaltation in her voice as she laughed and tracked the sticky jissom all over his body. Then she left the room, not to return for two full hours.

Jim had been left alone before, but he never seemed to get used to it, and
when he, at last, heard his beloved wife return to him, he was nearly out of
his head with boredom, loneliness, and nervous apprehension. His cock,
limp most of the time he was alone, began to twitch, then slowly began to
rise until it was throbbing in the air just off his stomach when he saw Alexis. Having shed her casual clothes, she was now dressed in a shin-length black gown. A golden necklace encircled her graceful neck. Her feet were bare, but she was carrying a pair of boot-slippers in her right hand. He gasped when he saw that they were black. “So, the punishment is to continue,” he thought and wondered how much more he could take. Alexis sat on the bed five feet away from him and slowly put the vinyl boots on. She kept her eyes on him every second, even while she was tying the single white cord that secured the boots to her warm feet. Then she slowly, gracefully strolled across the lusty carpet, making a silent beeline straight for him. She stood at the side of his head for a few minutes, just staring into his red eyes and gloating at the wounds she had trampled into his face. At length, she began working the buttons on the remote control device she had until that moment kept hidden in a deep pocket on the left side of her gown, Gears whirred and panels began sliding across him then until no parts of his body were exposed except his face and genitals. She smiled and raised her foot over his head.

“You see the sole of this slipper, honey?” She asked.”Yes, sweetheart, I do.” “Well, you’re going to be seeing a lot more of it, I’m afraid!” She said with a sultry laugh, then stepped sideways onto his face. She stood on one foot, squashing both cheeks and bending his nose painfully to the right, then slowly brought the other foot down. Her slippered feet completely covering his eyes, nose, and cheeks, she began slowly twisting her feet from left to right, grinding his features into her soft soles, almost making them part of her slippers. She tortured him in this way for a long time, humming a  popular tune as she twisted and ground his features right to left, left to right, then began walking all over his captive face.

She had been walking across his face and up and down it for at least fifteen minutes when suddenly he felt pressure on his erect cock. Completely shocked by this odd occurrence because he had heard no approaching footsteps or his wife speak to anyone or even giggle, he cried out in surprise and pain when the light pressure he first felt was beginning to increase.  Pain became intense agony as the feet pressed down on his cock and his balls began twisting and grinding just as his wife resumed her bump and grind on his face again.

Poor Jim was almost crazy with pain and blinded by tears when both pairs of shod feet stepped to the carpet and Alexis traded places with the hither-to-fore unseen tormentor who had been crushing his sex organs. “Hello, Jim,” the knockout blond in a jumpsuit and ankle-length black moccasin boots with stylish designs on their sides and smooth flat rubber soles said. “Alexis wanted me to surprise you.” “Jill!” Jim cried, his nerves instantly on edge as he recognized the most enthusiastic trampler among Alexis’s many girlfriends. He heard a sound at his right and turned his head to find himself staring up into the smiling face of his wife. Then he saw nothing as she placed one slippered foot across his eyes and the other one across his mouth. “Have you ever had your head crushed by two women at once?” Jill asked and when he mumbled incomprehensibly into Alexis’s soft sole she said “Well, you’re about to now!” And placed one foot across his nose, between Alexis’s feet, and the other across his forehead.

Jim felt what it was like for two grown women to stand on his face at the
same time. Their shod feet completely covered his face from his forehead
to his chin, squashing his features flat and cutting off his breath altogether, they stood in place right where they were as they hugged each other and giggled until, utterly suffocated and unable to hold out a second more, the terrified slave passed into the black void of unconsciousness. When Jim awakened an hour later, he was surprised to find himself still pitted, but now in the elaborately designed pit in the living room. The surprise wasn’t exactly the reaction he had when he heard many laughing female voices and looked up not only into the smiling faces of Alexis, but also at Sonja, another friend of his wife’s and two more lovely young women he’d never seen before. Sonja, her shining blond hair gently hugging her shoulders, was dressed in a long green gown and green high-heeled pumps. The other women were dressed similarly to each other, in jackets with blouses, knee-length skirts, and boots. The boots were equipped with high thin heels. The ones of the platinum blond were black and the ones of the tall, long-haired brunette were dark brown. Alexis and Jill were still dressed as they had been when they crushed Jim in the bedroom pit.

“What?” Jim began, but his wife silenced him by placing the sole of her slipper on his mouth. “Shhh, honey,” she said in her mockingly pleasant
voice. “I realize how much fun you’re having tonight and couldn’t stand to
see it all end for you so soon. So I called Sonja and two of my other friends. They all want to walk all over you!” Sonja stepped forward and placed the sole of her left pump on his mouth. “Good evening, Jim. You’re looking well,” she said and everybody laughed at the witticism. Well? Well indeed! The poor man’s face looked like it had just been through a meat grinder and his body was literally covered with tiny heel marks. The other two women stepped forward together, the tall brunette twisted her boot sole across his mouth and the blond stepped hard on his throat. The blond spoke first. “Good evening, Jim. I’m Monica,” she said. “How are you doing, Jim? I’m Kerri,” the brunette said. Unable to say anything, Jim just nodded under Kerri’s boot sole and all the women had a good laugh at the silly pitted male’s expense. Then, by pre-arranged plan, they lined up at the foot of the pit, in this pit’s case, where Jim’s crotch met the rugged floor, Alexis at the head of the line, followed closely by Jill and the other women. “I’m so anxious to prove my love to you I got some help!” Alexis said. She said something else about her love being so all-compassing that one woman alone couldn’t possibly express, it all, but the tail of her sentence was cut off by the laughter her friends filled the room with, then the trampling began.

Through ecstatic, but fear-filled eyes, Jim watched the long line of women
approach him, then cried out as Alexis stepped on his erect but sore penis, pushing the erect throbbing thing straight down into his stomach as she walked on it with all her weight. In a moment, she was on his stomach and Jill was walking on his balls with her soft-soled moccasin boots. The single file of women moved slowly up his body until all five women were standing on him. Alexis perched on his upper chest, her slipper soles crushing down his throat, Jill was standing right behind her and the other women crowded close behind her. Over 600 pounds of elegantly dressed female flesh and bone crushed him down, robbing his very breath from him, covering every inch of his trunk, then Alexis stepped on his face.

The terrifically excited man, who was experiencing a lifelong fantasy come true, watched as the beloved but feared slipper was slowly lowered onto his face, then felt his features mash into themselves as his wife put all her weight on that one foot, and placing the other slipper next to it on the other side of his face. She stepped on the rug behind his head and he found himself looking up into the smiling face of Jill just before her moccasins filled his vision. His bruised mug was thoroughly crushed by both her boots, then Sonja stepped up, her angelic smile strangely out of place in the group of laughing faces. She seemed almost reluctant to step on his face, but did it anyway, her huge eyes sparkling as her 3″ spike heel stepped right in his mouth, forcing his closed lips open and chipping a front tooth as her sole smashed his nose flat, her pointed toe poking from between his eyes, which crossed in his desire to see everything that was happening to him. Monica stepped on his face with her black boot before Sonja had even stepped down from him, her gritty sole grinding dirt into his eyelids, then Kerri trod on his head with both feet and did a mocking little dance on his face, her brown boots wreaking havoc on his aching features. The women simply turned around where they were, then marched down his body, Kerri at the head of the line this time and Alexis bringing up the rear.

They trampled him for over a half-hour, their slippers, shoes, and boots
walking endlessly on his genitals, stomach, ribs, chest, throat, and face, causing him to ejaculate twice, they laughed as they tracked his cum all over his body with their ceaselessly treading feet. Finally, the doorbell rang and the session ended as quickly as it began, possibly, Jim thought, just in time! ‘Quick, everybody! Get a drink or something and stand around talking. Jill? Turn on the stereo, please. I don’t want any of our guests at the door to  know our living rug is here!” The women quickly obeyed and Alexis triggered the controls that set into motion the plexiglass surface plate. As it slid over Jim’s bleeding, terrified face, she said “Don’t worry, honey. There are only ten more women out there!” And laughed as the plate closed over him, stifling whatever he was going to reply. Then she operated the hydraulic controls that lifts the floor of the pit up, until her scared husband felt himself being pressed against the underside of the thin plate, therefore, his body being the support of the thin plexiglass plate.

Alexis smiled at him as she flipped a switch on the control box that opened the air supply inside and then covered the ingenious pit with the rug, then stepped on it right where she knew his face was. “Hmmm! No give, no give at all! Just like the real floor!” She said in a voice loud enough for him to hear, then walked off to greet her new guests. The additional women were all executives and secretaries who worked with Alexis. All were young to early middle-aged and all wore expensive gowns or skirts and a variety of footwear, from pumps and high-heeled sandals to high-heeled boots. None of them had been told of Jim’s presence under the rug and Alexis doubted she would ever tell them. Some of them wouldn’t understand. Others had wagging tongues. None of them could be trusted except her close girlfriends, who, of course, already knew he was there under their feet.

For the next two hours, Jim was the living carpet for fifteen full-grown
women, ten of them totally unaware they were standing on or, walking all
over him. Alexis made sure that the unknowing guest milled around in the
area of the pit so they would be standing on him or walking all over him
almost constantly. Her friends and she herself deliberately walked on his
face and cock as often as possible and Monica and Kerri even did a mean
little dance on his genitals once. After everyone had lifted, Alexsis pushed
the buttons that would release him from the pit, there was cum and blood
all over him. He was also quite definitely unconscious. She cleaned his body off before she revived him. She stood there looking down at him and studied his thoroughly crushed face. As his vision began to clear he looked up into her eyes and smiled, she smiled as she lowered her slipper very slowly onto his cock and very gently massaged it under the soft sole until it became very erect and spurted one more time. “Good night, honey,” she said with a giggle as she turned and headed for her bedroom.