A Million Dollar Floor Mat 20 min read

The author wrote a fantasy about a magical carpet made out of a living man for a woman’s pleasure

written by ogilthorpe
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Chapter #1

From:
L Baxter, CEO
Custom Floormats Inc.
Suite 675
Grandamme Bdg.
Chicago, Illinois

To:
Ms. Jennifer Blake
1714 Hitone Street
Evanston, Illinois

My Dear Jennifer:

I spoke to your mother yesterday on the phone. She told me about the long talks that she has had with you, and that you are ready for your first mat purchase. I shall have the pleasure of meeting with both you and your remarkable mother next Tuesday.

When you come to our offices at 11:00 AM, I shall be able to show you examples of all our products, and I trust, assist you in making a choice. I am certain that you know that your mother and I go back a long way. She tells me that you are every bit as intelligent and lovely as your sister, who purchased from us last summer.

Considering, your family’s history with us over four generations, and your mother’s present status as one of our major stockholders, I have omitted much of the dry technical summary about our manufacturing process. I believe the information is important, but I know that you come well educated about the techniques that we use. I have added a description of our current product line. The description also includes an updated price list.

In general, the nature of our products has changed little, but it is remarkable how fast the technology of magic is changing. Tradition bound white and black witches, rely on traditional archives, ancient legacy techniques, and mere folklore to do their work. Our company’s long-standing commitment to employing the methods of experimental science in expanding the power of magic has paid off handsomely. I remember when your great-grandmother first did business with us. At that time we were capable of little more than transferring a man’s spirit into an inanimate object. Now with three-dimensional visualization, computer-enhanced energy focusing, and a host of other technical advances, we are able to transmute each and every cell of the central nervous and sensory system, into the substance of our products. Men who have been assigned to our experimental development division, report intensity of experience even greater than was possible in their original bodies. The result is a dramatic improvement in the scope and quality of the pleasure derived by the select women who purchase our wares.

Product Summary:

Entry Level Floor Mat— this is our economy model. The males enrolled for this product are strictly non-voluntary. They are drawn from a variety of sources. The company warrants that each mat is fully alert and has been informed as to its role. For convenience, the arms and legs of each subject are removed prior to transformation. The man is then transferred to a standard mat 16 by 24 inches in size.

The males head and torso occupies most of the mat, and are raised one inch above the surrounding material. They are available in clothed and unclothed models. The mat is tough rubberized plastic, with a good amount of spring in those areas that are alive. Interactivity is limited. The eyes work well and are capable of showing signs of distress. Tear ducts are functional. With high levels of pain, the gelatinous core of the man vibrates, communicating some feedback on his level of distress to the woman above.

As in all our products, the penis is affixed to the abdomen, and the surface raised an additional half inch. The testicles protrude from the base of the torso and are separated to allow for individual attention. Genital features are not visible on clothed mats but may be felt, even if the woman is wearing relatively thick-soled shoes. The materials here are less expensive but are guaranteed for a full five years. These models have minimal self-repair capacity, thus it is recommended that high heels be used sparingly. These mats are a good purchase for first time buyer.

They are used at teenage parties and make excellent bath and shower mats. They are good for a variety of impersonal uses, where a long life span is not wanted.

The total investment is $10,000

The Revenge Mat — These have long been popular among young women dealing with ex-boyfriends, unwanted suitors, and others who have inspired the ire of the purchaser. The key is a personal relationship before the man or boy is transformed. These models sport many additional figures. The woman has a choice of the standard 16 by 24 mat or a smaller 8 by 12 model.

Interactive features are much enhanced. In addition to the basic features a complete olfactory system, and a rudimentary oral cavity are present. The mat experiences a full range of smells, and objects inserted into the oral cavity elicit a squeezing, sucking reflex. The cavity on the smaller model has a design particularly suited for clitoral stimulation. As in all advanced models, we caution users to avoid extended immersion in water, as they are capable of drowning.

The Revenge Mat is a full inch thicker than the basic mat, and the gelatinous center features a bright red color. These models are designed to withstand repeated heel punctures. The living tissue drips red briefly before the wound is closed by the self-repair spell, thus restoring the natural skin tone and texture. The most striking feature of the Revenge Mat is the enhancement of the genital nerves. This allows the male to experience dramatically increased pain when the genitals are compressed or punctured.

These models are quite sturdy and come with an unlimited twenty-five-year guarantee. This is our most popular model, but availability may be dependant on the male being procured without undue legal complications. The lightweight smaller model is wonderful for multiple uses. It is equally effective as an insole or panty liner and can be carried in pocket or purse.

The Total Cost $150.000

The Advanced Personal Mat — This model almost is identical to the Revenge Mat. The only physical difference is that a much more sophisticated oral apparatus allows the mat to speak. The most significant change is the male selection process. The Advanced Personal Mat is always a volunteer. Very few men are acceptable as volunteers.

These are all mature, well educated, males who are emotionally committed to giving their owners the utmost in interactive enjoyment. They are trained to deepen the woman’s pleasure by creatively describing their own feelings in response to their owner’s use of them. Distinguished submissive men are sought out and must complete a two-year training program before being transformed. Extensive biographies of the men are provided upon purchase.

Women often gain an emotional closeness to An Advanced Personal Mat that exceeds the bond to even close friends, or family members. This is a serious commitment. There is always a one year period where the male may be returned if he is not found to be emotionally satisfying. We value these very devoted men and work to see that they receive good homes.

The Investment- $500,000

The Intimate Ultra-mat — A truly top-of-the-line purchase for only the most discerning and financially capable woman. It differs from the Advanced Personal Mat in two dramatic ways.

First, the man brings an already close relationship with the purchaser. This is most commonly a husband or a brother. It may also be a lover or a servant. It is always one who brings a special delicious quality for the woman, in that the mat has submitted out of personal devotion to her.

The second great difference is the new feature that allows the owner to adjust the mat size by remote control. Sizes range from 2 by 3 inches up to a substantial 48 by 64 inch “throw rug” size. Thus the male may serve in any capacity from condom to warm blanket.

This is a lifelong arrangement and requires several years to arrange. However it is perhaps the most satisfying male-female relationship now known, and we are very proud to offer it to only a few of our customers.

The price- $ 1,000,000 plus the proceeds from the mat’s life insurance

Well, Jennifer, I hope that you did not find this summary too boring. It includes some of the information that you and your mother will need to help you become a satisfied customer. I might say that your mother pictures you as a very mature levelheaded young woman. She thinks you may be ready for an advanced purchase-unusual for one of your years.

Of course, I know that you have had some experience with your sister Jackie’s mat. While I’m sure that you both enjoy stomping her ex-boyfriend, I am pleased that you have become sensitive to the many nuances in female-male relationships. At any rate, I look forward to next week’s meeting and happy eighteenth birthday!

Highest Regards;
Lilith Baxter
CEO, Custom Mats Inc.

Chapter #2

Jennifer Blake awoke with a smile. It was Tuesday morning. Today she would go with her mother to meet Lilith, and maybe purchase her first mat. She sat up and sensuously stretched to wake up. She looked at the light streaming in through the balcony doors. She hopped out of bed and made her way into her bathroom. She sang as she showered, and then dressed.

She was skipping school today, so she decided to dress up. A leisurely search through her closets ended with a finely tailored blue suit. It went on over her sheer dark pantyhose. At last, she found the matching blue pumps and slipped them on. They were conservative as such shoes go, with only a two-inch heel.

She paused to admire herself in the mirror. She saw a friendly face, framed by shiny black curls. There was just a bit of makeup. Although her hair was loose, she still looked more like a woman executive, than a teenager.

She left her room and walked to the railing that overlooked the first floor. Her home was really a small mansion, beautiful but not ostentatious. It sat in a prosperous part of town. The neighbors were mostly Northwestern faculty and other professionals. Her family appeared to fit in well here.

Of course, the neighbors didn’t know that her mother had a hundred times more money than all of them put together. She saw the housekeeper, Elizabeth, moving across the first floor toward the kitchen. She was followed by her two-foot-tall helpers, Zak and Zeke. They had been bought just for Elizabeth. They didn’t have to pay Beth very much, getting Zak and Zeke for keeps was half her compensation. Of course, the neighbors also did not know about Zak and Zeke. The Blakes kept a low profile.

Jennifer heard a familiar loud banging noise and an equally familiar moaning sound. She turned toward the source of the noise – her sister Shannon’s room. The door was open. She saw Shannon doing her morning routine with Rodney. Rodney was her floormat. He had been Shannon’s boyfriend ’til a year ago. Now, he was just her floormat.

As Jennifer entered the room, her sister leaped off the bed and landed again on Rodney. Shannon was totally naked except for the spike heels which entered Rodney’s stomach and chest. A loud bang came when the heels passed through him, and struck the floor. The pitiful noise that emitted from Rodney’s mouth signified a good hit.

Shannon gracefully rolled onto the balls of her feet. She easily maintained her balance. It was a skill developed from much practice. Shannon looked down at the quivering Rodney for just an instant, then turned to smile at her sister.

“Good morning Jennifer. I was just helping Rodney to wake up. You want to give me a hand here. I need to get ready for school. I could use the help, as long as you’re not too nice to him.”
Jennifer sauntered up and placed the toe of her shoe on Rodney’s protruding left testicle. She stepped down hard. Rodney’s moaning went up a little in pitch, and his eyes bulged a little more. As she stepped down, she could also make out a little pop, followed by a squishing sound as the testicle was crushed. Shannon smiled again.
“ Did you hear that, Jenny? That something you can never make out when you bust a guy in a regular body. They’re always screaming so loud that you can’t hear. I’m gonna go take a shower. You can entertain him while I’m gone.”

With that, Shannon stepped out of her heels, leaving Rodney impaled on them as she pattered off barefoot into her bathroom. As the door shut, Jennifer lifted her foot and quickly removed the heels from his torso. She watched as the holes filled with a red jello-like substance. His skin reformed and in a few seconds, his body recovered.
She looked down on a sixteen by twenty-four-inch rectangular mat. It was filled by a torso and a hairless face. It looked exactly as Rodney had appeared in his body, only much, much smaller. His penis was fixed to the abdomen and extended up toward his chest. He seemed to have a perpetual erection.

The base of the mat was half an inch thick. At the deepest point, Rodney’s new body added another two inches in thickness. The entire mat had a shiny appearance as if his little face and trunk had been laminated under clear plastic.

While his body had reformed, the mat continued to quiver and moan in pain. Jennifer slipped out of her shoes. She placed one stocking foot on him. Her heel rested at the bottom of his chest, and her long toes covered completely the forehead. She gently ground the ball of her foot into his nose and mouth. He was very warm under her foot. She spoke softly to him as the quivering grew less.

“There now baby. Let Jenny make it feel better. Just breathe in and relax. I had to dress up today, so I needed to put on fresh stockings. Don’t worry baby. By tomorrow, they’ll smell nice and sweet for you. I promise. OK? You know I won’t hurt you as much as Shannon. Just relax and breathe.”

After a minute, Jennifer moved her foot down, covering the entire length of the torso. Her toes were playing with the little cleft in his chin. She gradually shifted her weight to that foot so that she stood on him, balanced on a single foot. She was silent now and simply stared down until she finally started to giggle. Then, she moved rapidly around her sister’s mat and sat on the bed. She rested one sole on his face, while the other rubbed in his lower torso. She could feel the minuscule faux penis grow more firm.

She felt pity for Rodney. Even when he still was human, she had felt sorry for him. Being Shannon’s boyfriend was no easy task. She was nothing like Jennifer. Shannon was tall and angular, and her blond hair surrounded a stern unforgiving face. Jennifer recalled those times when mother was out of town and Rodney was there for the weekend. More than once, Shannon had driven him crying from her room, to find a lonely place on the couch.

Jennifer would silently beckon him into her own room. He would sneak in and rub Jennifer’s feet while they talked. Rodney would bare his heart, about his feelings for Shannon. He knew that he loved her, but did not know if he could continue to take her abuse. Jennifer liked him. He seemed so sincere and so harmless.

After they talked she would sometimes let the poor boy sleep at her feet. His body felt so warm and soft down there. One morning she had come awake to find Rodney embracing her feet. He seemed so contented with his nose nuzzled into her sole. She hated to wake him. He was always so respectful. He was never forward. He never even tried to kiss her feet, though Jennifer was certain that he wanted to.

This was not the insensitive, selfish kind of jock that usually ended as a revenge mat. He had simply told Shannon that he couldn’t take her temper anymore. But that was more than enough for Shannon. What a waste! If Shannon had more patience and had been a little kinder… Well, it was too late to worry about that now.

Suddenly she heard Shannon’s voice from the shower. “I don’t hear anything! Jennifer, are you being nice to him again? Let’s hear some banging and moaning. I’ll be out there in a minute to check on you”
Jennifer had to move quickly. She took her foot from his face and put on her shoe. She could see from his eyes, and the hardness under the ball of her foot, that Rodney was close to orgasm. She carefully timed the moment, then suddenly crashed her shoe down on him.

As she crushed his little penis and both balls into the floor, she could detect the rhythmic pulses under her shoe. He was having what felt like a complete pleasure to a floormat. Jennifer smiled and stepped down harder still. His moans were so high pitched that she heard an emphatic “That’s better!” from the bathroom. She leaned down again to talk to him, as she slipped on her other shoe.

“ I know I hurt you fella. I know all that Shannon ever does is hurt you. But, you need to think about how good this feels to us. Think how much this does for Shannon. Think of all the fun she has with you. Think about how she needs you. If you think about all that, then the pain won’t feel so bad. Really, I promise you. It’s all you have left now; so it will have to do. I’ll see you later. Maybe tomorrow. Just think about my stockings till then. You have that too. Smile for me now!”

Rodney’s little oral cavity tried to move. It did look a bit like a smile. At least Jennifer thought so. As Shannon came walking into the room, Jennifer rammed her other heel into that mouth. The moaning stopped. Jennifer stood casually with both shoes into him, waiting for her sister.

Shannon saw the heel grinding into the mouth and the red jello that tricked out. She seemed suddenly more relaxed. “Oh, I see you’re playing with his mouth. That’s why I didn’t hear much. Jennifer stepped off the floormat. She gave his groin one last stomp as she walked away. “Yea Sis, we were just having fun. See you later, Rodney.”

Jennifer made her way downstairs. She felt troubled and a little guilty. She had no business interfering with Shannon and her property. Shannon was well within her rights. What was left of Rodney was her sister’s property? What gave Jennifer the right to undermine Rodney’s punishment? It was wrong. But it was such an awful waste.

Shannon should have at least had him made into the smaller size mat. You could do many extra things with the little mats. Still, it didn’t make Jennifer’s sneaking around right. She should confess to Shannon. Maybe even buy her a new pair of spikes to use on Rodney. Yes, she would do that.

Jennifer tried to stop thinking about it. She knew that it was unseemly for one of her class, to spend all this time worrying about a floormat, even if she had liked him so well when he was human. Jennifer couldn’t shake the feeling though, that her sister was sort of sadistic… Oh Well!

Jennifer entered the kitchen. She saw her mother sitting at the kitchen table, finishing her coffee and toast. She saw Elizabeth happily humming as she flipped pancakes on the grill. She was humming accompaniment to the little soft shoe dance that she did often with her chores. Jennifer pulled out of her thoughts and spoke.
“Hello, Mom. You look great as usual. Hi Beth, you seem awfully happy in your work.”
“Oh I am fine, Miss Jenny, I’m just where I need to be – Barefoot and in the kitchen.” She was indeed barefoot, and the soft shoes were Zeke and Zak, each wrapped around one foot for dear life, and grimacing every time that foot struck the floor.
“ Well, at least you’re not pregnant,” Jennifer responded as she sat at the table.
“You never know though with these little guys around,” Elizabeth spoke as she shuffled over to the table, and dropped off a load of pancakes. While Jennifer laughed at the old joke between them, her mother seemed more subdued. After Elizabeth shuffled off again, she started to speak.
“Jenny, did you know that Freddy is coming home for the summer?”
“No Mom I hadn’t heard. But I can’t wait to see him. I miss him a lot. How long has it been since he lived with us? Two years I think. Right?”
Freddy was Shannon’s twin brother. Having just turned twenty, he would be graduating, from the special private school that he attended. Most families of their class found it expedient to send the male children off to boarding school.

It grew awkward in a household so completely run by women to have a man there. A brother was not a servant, but then again he certainly wasn’t a sister either. He didn’t quite fit into the hierarchy. Shannon always had trouble dealing with Freddy.

When she felt confused about things, she tended to get even meaner. She was always mean to her twin. Freddy was always so passive. He just took whatever Shannon handed out. He just seemed to be happy to be with his sisters and his mother. He even seemed to love Elizabeth, who teased him constantly. She always told him that since they didn’t know what to do with him, that his mother would have him shrunk and give him her to go along with Zeke and Zak.

“Yes,” she would say, ”You’ll fit in right well with the two Z’s. I could make a special place for you in my room. It wouldn’t be right to say just where, though!”
“Yes, Jennifer It has been that long. I do worry about how it will work out this time. If they just weren’t twins, it would be easier. You and Freddy always got along just fine. You Know, I am his mother, and sometimes it’s hard to admit to myself that I can’t treat him the same way as I treat my daughters.”
“Mom, you worry too much. It will work out You’ll see. By the way, did you make out that check for a million dollars, so we can give it to Lilith today?”
“Whoa, girl! You’re just going to look today. I don’t think we’ll buy it just yet. Besides, it takes years to get a million-dollar floormat. You don’t even have anybody who would volunteer.”
“That shows how much you know. You don’t know who I might have on the string. For that matter, I could talk Freddy into it. He does anything we ask. Yes, I think I’ll ask Freddy!”

The silence was deafening. Jennifer had been joking, but she saw that her mother was certainly not laughing. The silence continued as mother and daughter entered the limo, to begin the ride to Floormats Inc.

Jennifer knew that she had touched some sort of nerve. She thought of forcing the discussion now. She decided instead to bide her time.

This was supposed to be a special, fun day, and she certainly did not want it ruined by a lot of serious talk about her brother. She sat back in her seat and daydreamed about her own floormat.

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