A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 5 19 min read

It was two in the morning. Jennifer was getting sleepy. She had just about lost any lingering desire to persuade her brother Freddy into becoming her floormat. He had been talking, nonstop, for hours. He needed to convince his sister that He was truly his sister’s milder half, and that Shannon could not be whole, or content, until they were permanently reunited. His twin must accept him as her mat. On and on he went, determined, it appeared, that he would not stop until he had enlisted Jennifer in his cause. This seemed pretty silly to Jennifer. But she had decided that two people so intense probably deserved each other. She also decided that when she got her own advanced mat, that they could leave the talking part out. She still lay with her feet comfortably in Freddy’s lap. The idea of poking her toes between his lips still appealed, but not so much to tease him into submitting to her. The idea was rather to shut him up. Jennifer stretched and yawned.
“Look, Freddy, this makes zero sense to me. But if you really would rather belong to Shannon, instead of having me play with you, then I’ll try to help you. Don’t start in again. Yes, I know, you were put on this earth to be the yin to her yang, or something like that. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as likely on this earth to keep my feet warm. And I’ll just bet I could convince you and your own little yinyang that I’m right. But, I’m too tired to argue. So, how can I help you with Shannon?”

Jennifer was not surprised to hear that Freddy had a plan in mind; but she was surprised to hear that it was just sneaky and devious enough to be fun.

An hour later, Jennifer sat in the second floor study, at the top of the stairs. The door was open, so Shannon would not miss seeing her. That is, assuming she got home before Jennifer left for school. She heard the front door open, and moments later Shannon began to stagger up the stairs. She clearly had just a wee bit too much to drink!

Jennifer stifled a laugh, as she watched her older sister lurch from step to step. She could have walked better without the spike heels. She wondered if there was blood on them again. Shannon was built like a long distance runner. Her tight-fitting dress was a little soiled, and her lipstick smeared. Still, Jennifer knew that her sister was a beautiful woman, in a mean slutty sort of way. As Shannon started to pass the doorway, Jennifer jumped into her path.

“Well, well, Shannon, you’re just the sister I was looking for.”

Shannon offered a bleary stare. “H’lo Jenny, what are you doing up this late? Don’t you have school, tomorrow?”

“Oh yes, but I have to talk to you. Can we go to your room?”

“Jenny. Can’t it wait? I’m too tired to think much now. I had a long night. I had a little something to drink too.”

“Oh, Sis, you don’t need to think very much. You just need to give me permission to do what I’m going to do anyway. Let me help you down to your room.” Jennifer took one of her sister’s arms. Shannon hesitated at first, then allowed herself to lean on Jennifer as they made their way down the hall. In her bedroom, Shannon let go of Jennifer. She came to her bedside, and stepped on Rodney. She turned to face Jennifer. Shannon suddenly seemed less drunk, as she glanced down at the frightened eyes of her former boyfriend. She jammed her heel into Rodney’s face and forced it in until the heel audibly struck the floor. Then the other heel sliced into the base of Rodney’s neck. Anchored in this way in the substance of her floormat, she stood erect for a moment. However, the effect of the alcohol soon took over. Her sense of balance deserted her, and she tumbled back on the bed, leaving the two shoes stuck firmly in her floormat. Even in the dim light, Jennifer could see Rodney vibrating in agony. Jennifer was disturbed by the sight. Rodney had been such a harmless boy. It distressed her to see him persecuted by Shannon; but she also felt herself becoming abruptly aroused. Shannon giggled, and turned her own attention back to Jennifer. “So Jenny, what do you need to tell me at this time of the morning?”

“Shannon, have you talked to Freddy?”

“Yeah, I talked to the worthless prick, as soon as he got in today. He was all lovey-dovey, just like the bastard hadn’t been gone all those years. He thinks he can make it all better. Why do you ask? What did the prick want from you?”

“Well, did Freddy tell just how he wants to make it all better?” Jennifer continued to stare at the quivering mat. She could actually make out those deadly shoes shaking along with the rest of poor Rodney.

“No. I told him that I had to go out. I didn’t have any time to waste listening to him, or any other worthless male for that matter.”

“Freddy seems to think that you missed him more than you let on. He has this goofy idea that you need him. So instead of leaving home, he wants to move back in. He wants to volunteer to be your personal floormat!”

Shannon sat up abruptly, unable to hide her shock. In a second, the shock turned to rage, and she spit out her words with even more venom than before. “Well, isn’t that just wonderful. You can tell that idiot brother that he’d fit real well down here next to this cretin, and I’d treat him just like he deserves. Just what every stinking guy in the world deserves.” Shannon lifted her stocking foot and bashed it into Rodney’s groin and exposed testicles. The floor shook with the force of her blow. She pounded him again, and again, and again. Jennifer watched in silent fascination as the speed and force of her staccato blows slowly grew more rapid and more intense. She waited for minutes until Shannon’s fury was spent. Finally, her wrath all wrung out, Shannon collapsed on the bed, and her own body was shaking with the force of her sobbing.

Jennifer was perplexed. She wanted to hold her sister, and calm her. Yet she was sickened by the notion of her only brother enduring such meaningless suffering. Jennifer loved to torment. It was part of her nature. But to Jennifer it was all a sport. Pain was just the heaviest ingredient of her teasing. Making the boys suffer was all part of being in command. Their distress made the erotic games so much more entertaining. It was simply fun.

The notion of being brutal because you were angry, seemed morbid. You ignored your enemies. You hurt the ones you loved, at least the boys. She forced herself back in the conversation.

“Well, Shannon, Freddy is what I wanted to talk to you about. You already have one floormat that you can’t stand. You don’t need another. I told Freddy I wouldn’t let you have him. My brother is a wonderful guy. He needs to be used for pleasure, not blown away by your hatred. Since you hate him so much, then you won’t mind if I take him for myself.”

Shannon stopped crying long enough to focus on Jennifer’s words. “You bitch! What are you saying? He may be a worthless piece of trash. But he is my trash. He would never belong to you.”

“Oh yes, sister. Yes, he would. I’m not like you. I don’t have to stomp on a boy to get him to do what I want. Yes, I can convince him, and you know it too. It won’t take much. He worships his twin now, but he doesn’t know how hateful you are. So you can stop all this play acting about being hurt. I’m going to do all of us a favor, whether you like it or not.”

Shannon looked about urgently for a weapon. She yanked the shoe out of Rodney’s neck, and hurled it at her sister. Jennifer ducked, and the pump clattered of the wall. Jennifer said nothing more. She simply watched. Shannon was beside herself. She started to kick Rodney again, but gave up in frustration. She fell again on her bed, and could barely speak between her sobs.”Get out! If you touch him bitch, I’ll kill you, and him too. I’ll see you both dead, before he belongs to you or anybody else. Now get out!”
Jennifer could see that the conversation was over. She turned and left the room, slamming the door behind her. Freddy met her just outside the door. He silently eased the door open a few inches. Both watched as Shannon, drunk and emotionally drained, cried herself bit-by-bit toward sleep.
“I don’t know, Freddy. Are you sure this will work? She’s pretty mad.”
“I think it will… I least I hope so. C’mon. Let’s go raid the fridge. We have a few minutes until she’s asleep.”

A half hour later they returned. Jennifer was finishing her ham and cheese sandwich. A thought occurred to her. “You know, Freddy, even Dad had to give up eating, when he became Mom’s mat, and he’s the fanciest model they make. You won’t mind giving up banana splits, and pizza, and PB and J. And… “

“I get the idea, Sis. Sure I’ll miss being human. But it’s for a good cause… I don’t hear anything in there. Let’s get on with it.”

They crept into Shannon’s room. Freddy quickly stripped off his clothes down to his shorts. Jennifer rolled up Rodney, high heel still in place, to make room for her brother by the side of her bed. Jennifer ran over to the wall, and picked up the other shoe. She returned and knelt by Freddy.
“Are you certain she will get up to go to the bathroom?” Freddy whispered, “She looks to me like she’s out like a light.”

“Are you kidding? Did you see how drunk she was? She’ll be up soon, unless she wets the bed. I just hope she doesn’t kill you. She could, you know. So be careful.” Jennifer stood, and looked down at her brother. She couldn’t resist the urge to playfully lay her bare foot on his neck. She rubbed her sole on his hard Adam’s Apple. She leaned forward, and most of her weight came down on his neck. Freddy, suddenly was unable to breathe. He could only gaze up helplessly as his sister whispered to him again.

“Just remember, Brother, if she won’t have you, then I will.” Jennifer quickly left. Freddy tried not to gasp too loudly. Then it was very quiet, and his waiting had begun.

It was nearly dawn by the time Jennifer got to her bed. She had left Elizabeth a message, that she wouldn’t be going to school. Mom would be upset, but oh well. Despite her exhaustion, Jennifer was in a playful mood. She stepped up onto Dennis. She had almost forgotten him.

“Did my little dennie miss me? Were you lonely? Dennie, mat this is Rodney mat. I told you about him before. Rodney has had a baaaad night, and he needs some attention. You won’t mind if I play with him for a while. I hope not.”

As Jennifer spoke, she placed a heel on her new mat’s small neck area. She could feel the same little hard marble below her foot. This time she pressed intensely, feeling it slowly mash under her weight. “Now why do you suppose my little mat needs an Adam’s Apple? You don’t breathe, and you can’t talk. Do you know why? I bet you do.” She laid Rodney on the bed, so she could bend down to Dennis. “It’s there so I can play with it. Isn’t that nice? Now I am going to put Rodney down, right over here. You can listen if you want to. Now don’t worry. I’ll be back to you soon.”

Rodney was soon at the other end of her bed. She stood gawking at the high heel, which still impaled his face. The hole from the second shoe had long since healed. Jennifer tried to slip her own large foot into Shannon’s long, slender shoe. It was a bad fit. Reluctantly, she gave up. She rubbed her foot in the groin, then stepped up on him. Both feet crowded on the little torso. She faced his head, and slowly moved her right foot toward the shoe. Deftly she slid her toes around the heel, and jerked the shoe out with one smooth movement. The gaping hole seemed to replace his nose. Already the red gelatinous material started to fill the hole. Impulsively she thrust her toe into the gap, keeping the hole open. She wiggled her toe around furiously.
“Baby, that’s right where your nose should be. Can you smell that toe? It’s kind of dirty now. Ewww! It’s all squishy in there. You know, I’m not going to school today. So, I don’t think I’ll take a shower. I’ll just stink all over. My feet will stink just for your little nose. I love it when you quiver like that, and you get nice and warm.

The pleasurable feeling was so relaxing that the need to sleep suddenly hit Jennifer. She jumped off Rodney, and threw back the covers on her bed. She grabbed up Rodney, and tossed him at the foot of her bed. She picked up Dennis, and crawled onto the mattress. She laid her feet on Rodney, and managed to get one toe into his mouth part. The sucking reflex immediately kicked in. She lay on her back, and placed Dennis ”face down” on her abdomen. The covers went over her, and she delighted in the warm feelings. Sleep came quickly.

Freddy lay in the darkness on the cold floor. He had little way of telling how much time had passed. It was long enough that Jennifer’s words had started to have an effect. He didn’t mind the thought of suffering for Shannon. But he needed something in return. He desperately needed some closeness, some warmth from her. Perhaps he was a fool. Perhaps there was nothing but anger left of the Shannon he knew as a child. Jennifer was delightful. If he suffered for Jenny, it would certainly be appreciated. He started to worry that his twin might really kill him. The rage was there, and if Shannon would not let up… Freddy was not certain he would or could defend himself against her. He heard a rustling noise, followed by a belch. Then followed the unmistakable noise of passing gas. The kind of noises people made only when alone. Then two slender stocking feet appeared above him. They started to move toward him but stopped. More movement, and a swishing sound. She was taking off her pantyhose. They flew toward a chair sitting several feet away. Soon her dress followed on a similar trajectory. Two beautiful, elegant bare feet appeared. They came slowly closer to him as she scooted toward the edge of the bed. He hoped he was warm enough to pass for a mat. He wanted to feel her on him, before the confrontation.
At last, her bare soles rested on his chest. She paused again as if uncertain what to do. Then she stood on him. Her full weight pressed on his chest. A feeling ran through his body akin to electric shock. His mind reeled, and all his doubts were gone. She stretched slowly. She was so used to something alive under her feet, that she had not noticed that there was a counterfeit Rodney. She seemed to linger on him, as if she felt strangely calmer and could not say why. He wanted it never to end. Her eyes turned lazily downward and came to rest on him. They shot open wide with recognition. He saw her lips part, and he could see the beginnings of a scream in there.

Gloria was up early. She stood in the shower enjoying the warm water cascading down her body. She turned off the water, and reached for her towel. The shower door came open, and she stepped out onto Bernard. She smiled down at her husband, then regarded her own image in the partially steamed mirror across the bathroom. She certainly did not look like a young girl, yet she was very attractive, a testament to the appealing qualities that could grow in a woman who cared for herself; and was herself much cared for.

She sat and dried herself, her wet feet still lounging on her Bernard. Some of her friends thought she depended too much on his presence. Perhaps they were right, but she had no intention of changing. She seldom went more than three or four minutes without his warm touch. Yet he now existed for her pleasure. It was almost an insult to Bernie to deprive herself of something that felt so good. She dropped her towel, temporarily hiding him from view. She impishly perched herself on the spot where his head was hidden, and wiped her soles on the towel.

She noticed the time. They would have to hurry to make the board meeting. She grabbed Bernard and trotted into her bedroom. She found her panties, and stepped into them. She pulled them almost up, then stopped. She handled the remote and her husband rapidly shrank to six by eight inches- his minimum size. She poked her pinkie finger into his mouth to see that he was ready. Then she brought his miniature form flush to her vulva. His mouth fitted snugly over her clitoris. She felt his pressure and a sucking strong enough to hold his tiny form in place, while she finished pulling up her panties. It had taken them years to get the right feel- pleasurable without her going through the day in an obvious state of arousal.
Only minutes later, she came downstairs. She found Elizabeth, in the kitchen with Zeke and Zak. The two little men were attempting to set the table for breakfast. As they scurried back and forth with dishes and utensils, Zeke tripped in front of Gloria. She took on a devilish grin and permitted her next step to land on Zeke’s small body. She pretended not to see him, and started to put her weight on him. Zeke was paralyzed with fear. At the last instant, She feigned surprise, and Zeke was spared. The sole of her open toed shoe remained on his chest, her toes brushing against his chin. She laughed at her ”discovery” on the floor. “My, my, Liz, look what I almost stepped on. You never know what you’ll turn up around here. Now, little fellow, I know it’s tough being two feet tall. But you need to be more careful. Think of the mess if I crushed you. I would have had to change my shoes and my stockings. Then I would have been late to the board meeting. If you really want me to crush you, let’s schedule it in the evening. OK?” Zeke hurried away as Elizabeth and Gloria cackled.

“Well, I’m afraid I do need to leave right away. If you could drive me, perhaps your two assistants could finish getting breakfast ready for the kids. Did you hear that noise? Sounds like a ruckus upstairs. I bet Shannon is jumping on her mat again. I don’t care how long the guarantee is for, he’s not going to last long at this rate. We really do need to get going. If you could bring the car around now, and I’ll just grab a cup of your fine coffee. I suppose it won’t do any major harm to keep the board waiting, but I do hate to be late.”

Jennifer had been awake for more than two hours. The noise had been dreadful, and she was surprised that Elizabeth had not come upstairs to investigate. She was determined to wait as Freddy had asked her to do. It was difficult. Most of the screaming was Freddy. She was sure of it. She couldn’t make out what was said, an occasional shout of “Bastard!”, or Freddy’s pleading voice yelling “Shannon, Please!”

Then unexpected silence. That was worse than the yelling. She pulled on some jeans and a sweater. Cotton socks and old sneakers finished off her wardrobe. She was supposed to stay put till Freddy came to her, but neither television, nor her computer drew her attention from that silence. She began to imagine the worst. Perhaps Shannon at this moment was fleeing, while Freddy bled slowly to death under his twin’s bed. The vision became more vivid, and she could not dismiss it. She decided that she could wait no longer. She stood to go. Even in her agitated state, she could not leave before saying something to the ”boys.” She laid them side by side on the floor, and stood, one sneaker on each chest.

“Fellas, I’m real worried about Freddy. So I’m gonna go check things out. Now you guys don’t need to worry your cute little heads. I’ll be right back. I promise. OK?”

Jennifer rushed down the hallway. She paused before her door. Perhaps she was being hasty. She could simply stand nearby for a bit. No need to interrupt. Of course it did run against her grain to let people run their lives without her assistance. She remained there undecided until a shrill, ear shattering noise ended her neutrality. She threw open the door and gasped.