A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 2 13 min read

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’s 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.