Reading pad on the balcony 9 min read

Last afternoon, the weather was pleasant and warm. My wife decided to enjoy the sun on our balcony, sitting with a book in a folding chair. She wanted to keep her feet off the hard floor, and she asked me to lie down on the floor below her. I complied and waited for her to place her feet on me.

She opened her book and lifted her feet onto me. Her right foot landed on my cheek, and her left foot rested on my chest, just below my neck. It was a hot day, and she had been shopping in town with her friends earlier. She had only recently removed her shoes, which were All-Star Converse, and her feet were sweaty and slightly dirty. But she didn’t mind, and I had to turn my face away from the sole of her right foot before it could settle on my left cheek.

The smell from her sweaty feet filled the air, even though we were outdoors. The soles of her feet were warm from walking around in damp shoes. I tried to relax, but the weight on my chest and cheek was uncomfortable. She didn’t like to place her bare feet directly on the balcony floor, so she chose to rest them on me instead.

She held her feet in place for a few minutes without moving. She was probably engrossed in her book. Suddenly, she started rolling her right foot on my face as if trying to find a more comfortable position. This was uncomfortable for me because her sweaty soles stuck to my skin and began to burn due to her quick movements. I hadn’t shaved for a few days, and her rubbing movements on my cheek became more uncomfortable.

I didn’t want to upset her, so I started to move my head in sync with her movements. This was slightly better for me as it relieved the skin on my face from stretching due to her foot movements. My wife seemed to approve, at least if she even noticed my effort to please her.

However, her movements became too violent, and I felt submissive. Every backward movement of her foot turned my face to the left. My cheek was pressed down onto the floor, and she pressed more, so I was pressed firmly to the floor. She moved her foot forward forcefully again, my head was turned upwards, and the sole of her foot lowered onto my nose and mouth. I couldn’t breathe in or out, and then she pushed me back onto the floor with her heel, pressing my right cheek down. She kept her heel pressed against my left cheek for a few moments so that I wouldn’t get any ideas and might resist.

This went back and forth for a while, and I was a bit dizzy from the movements. Finally, she fixed me on the ground with a last powerful forward movement of her foot on my right cheek. She remained like that for a few seconds, then lifted her heel, which pressed on my left cheek, fixed my head on the floor, then placed the sole of her foot comfortably on my right cheek for her and calmly let her weight on my face.

For me, this was a welcome break at first, as I was able to recover from the strain on myself and my neck muscles. It was a perfect feeling to handle the weight on me and to serve as a floor.

My wife was probably already very engrossed in the book when she suddenly lifted her foot on my face so that only her toes were pressing on my right cheek. A moment later, she dropped the sole of her foot all over my cheek again. She seemed to like this because she made this movement faster and faster and began to rock my cheek more and more. Several times she kicked it very hard, and I moaned loudly. That didn’t bother her much. She continued to bounce on my head as if I were a piece of furniture. I tried to turn my head for some relief, but since she always kicked with all her weight, I couldn’t move and felt totally at her mercy.

After a few minutes, she seemed to have “used” me enough and rested her foot snugly on my cheek. This was still tough since this was very exhausting, as she had just used me as a footrest.

But my relaxation phase should not last too long. I suspect that my wife felt that the sensation my stubble caused on the soles of her feet was a new and pleasant tingling sensation. Suddenly, she lifted her left foot, which until now was lying quietly on my chest, and placed it on my equally unshaven neck. She did this carefully and chose the part of her neck that felt best for her.

It was getting a little uncomfortable. The right foot was fixing my head to the side on the floor, and her left foot was becoming increasingly heavy on my side neck.

She also began to twist her left foot back and forth on my neck and tried to reach my larynx by bending her toes. Since my head was fixed to the ground by the sole of her right foot, she couldn’t get my larynx in this way. I was relieved about this. But she didn’t seem to accept this, and she began to step harder and harder on my neck and explored it with her toes in more and more detail. She didn’t seem to notice that she was squeezing my carotid artery tighter and tighter. But this pressure on my neck soon made sure that I lay completely calm and already helpless under her feet and had to endure her tormenting little games on me.

My wife and I often find ourselves in unusual situations. In these instances, I find myself grappling with her growing playfulness. She seemed to take a liking to my unshaven neck, as she began to gently stroke the sole of her left foot across my neck. She did this with a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if she found pleasure in it. She pressed my face with her right foot, pinning me down so I couldn’t move. Despite my attempts to free myself, I was unable to escape her grasp.

At that moment, I felt as though I had descended into the realm of an object, a mere commodity. Her right foot held me firmly to the ground, preventing me from moving or breaking free. The immense pressure on my cheek hindered my speech, and I couldn’t ask her to be gentler. Her left foot was already applying pressure to my neck, twisting it with each stroke. I could only moan in response to her movements.

However, my protests were in vain. My wife seemed to enjoy this peculiar form of massage, and she continued to kick my neck. Initially, I tried to resist by tensing my neck muscles. But after a brief moment, I couldn’t sustain the effort. I found myself submitting to her relentless soles.

This situation persisted for a while. I lay there, dazed under my wife’s feet, as if she had already forgotten about me. She rhythmically massaged the sole of her left foot on my neck, which was already causing severe pain. After some minutes she seemed to have had enough and kept her feet pressed on me, maintaining stillness. Breathing heavily, I tried to recover from this ordeal and let the dizziness subside.

However, this respite was short-lived. Suddenly, I saw stars and thought my head would burst and my neck would be crushed. This lasted only a second, then everything returned to normal. Then I slowly understood what had happened. My wife briefly rose from the folding chair and moved. With this small movement, she pressed her entire weight onto my head and neck for a brief moment. She probably thought I could handle it, or perhaps she didn’t even notice.

As soon as I had recovered a bit, my “service” continued. My wife pulled my face up with a strong jerk of her feet. The sole of her right foot moved down and rested on my eyes and nose. The left sole, with her toes, enclosed my larynx. My wife’s legs relaxed, and her weight was again on me.

My larynx was pressed into my throat, making it difficult to swallow and breathe. After a short time, I began to breathe heavier and tried to raise my head to alleviate the pressure on my larynx. This was against my wife’s wishes because she immediately increased the pressure on my nose. This caused the back of my head to hit the ground, and I was once again seeing stars. She also began to press my head back with her foot so that my neck and larynx were pressed more firmly into the sole.

I was trapped in this position, and my wife shifted her left foot until she had my larynx neatly under her toes. She slowly began to twist her foot, making it impossible for me to offer any resistance. She continued to increase the pressure on my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe. I began to gasp, and saliva ran out of the corners of my mouth. This didn’t seem to bother her, and she probably even enjoyed my helplessness under her, and she turned her left foot more and more firmly on my neck.

I tried to get up again and fight against the impending shortness of breath, but I had no chance against her strength. She effortlessly pushed me back to the ground and now pressed the entire sole of her left foot across my neck. In addition, she also lifted her right foot, which had been resting on my nose, and placed her heel on her left foot, right where she had buried my neck under her left sole. A few more twists and her heel was in a comfortable position for her. She twisted her foot, and the ball of the foot was on my mouth, and her toes cupped my nose. So now I had to carry the weight of both legs on my neck, and I could only get very little air into my lungs. It was apparently just enough to keep me from passing out but not enough for me to put up any serious resistance.

So, I lay there, panting in front of myself and inhaling the air filtered by her toes. My wife felt relaxed, and she once again settled herself comfortably in her chair. With her toe movements, she cupped my nose again.

I was glad to be getting enough air, not to faint, and to enjoy every second I was allowed to serve as a personal foot pad for her.

Antonia- Trampling Queen

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