Special rug – Part 1 35 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 and everyday.

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 life- style 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 foot-man. 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 particularly 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 the stimulating new experiences.There was something about
walking on Jim (and by extension, she imagined, any man) which 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 his 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 tread 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 with 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 be 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 life-style 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 a 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 in 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 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 insure 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 ant 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 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, pain 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 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 is
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 forth
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
to 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 in 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, 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 awaited her
return. He was especially agitated this morning because when she had him
hang

the clothes she wanted to wear to work on the door knob 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, 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 put back on 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 woman is a lot to have on ones 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 collar bones 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 over more than Jim did in his
lowly clerk’s job in a women’s shoe store, one of the reasons among many
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
quite day making phone calls and doing paper work around the office,
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 of design and plain, but
flashy of color, it suited her dark hair and lightly tanned complexion
perfectly and conveyed just the message she was trying to express: 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 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, than 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 were
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 husbands 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 unhh! 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, but 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 coarse 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 soil 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 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 husbands 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 seeming 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 of 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 walking 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 to 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 erecting 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 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
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 it flat to get grater 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 off 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!”