A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 4 19 min read

The ride home took a long time. Traffic was heavy, and the big Lincoln frequently slowed to a crawl. “I sure wish there was a spell to fix traffic jams, Jennifer announced. “I bet you could make another fortune, Mom.” Gloria grinned at her daughter. The first smile in some hours, and Jennifer was pleased to see it.

“Well, Jennifer, we could always fly home. It would make us sort of conspicuous, I’m afraid.”

“Mother, we’re not witches of any kind. What makes you think you could do it?”

“No dear, we are certainly not witches. But everyone who is part of our culture studies the Arts. Even you have, although I gather with not much diligence… “

“Now Mother…”

“You know all women have some talent. I can certainly fly and do other basic spells. There doesn’t seem to be reason to do it. I see I’ve been remiss in your education. You never know, it might come in handy some time. You youngsters are all the same. Why mess with a leaky sink, if you can hire a plumber? It comes from too much money, I guess. I only wish I had enough magic to help Freddy!”

“There you go again. You know, Mom, you’re a hard woman to cheer up.”
“I know. It must be frustrating for you to push so hard to keep everyone cheered up. How do you like your new mat, by the way?”

Jennifer had unrolled Dennis as soon as they had gotten in the car. Now, as they talked, she rubbed her stocking feet over him. “Oh, he’s very nice. He’s very warm. He’s not as soft as Rodney, but I think he’ll make a good toy.” She leaned forward, and glanced into his tearful eyes. “Woncha little Dennis. You’ll make a good warmer for Jenny. You’ll like that, won’t you?
Look at those tears. Every time I rub those teeny eyes, my feet get so wet. Maybe if I work on you real good, you could wash my feet too. I could wash my feet at this end, and dry them off at the other end. Wouldn’t that be nice? Hmmm… Dennie is a little cutie, aren’t you baby.”

“Jennifer, I don’t know. You’re the only girl I know who calls a basic mat by name. I think you’re too romantic for your own good. You’ll be disillusioned, one of these days.”

“Oh, Mom! I just wish he could smell my feet. I know it costs a lot more, but it seems a shame. He needs to have some fun too.”

“Jennifer dear, it’s your floormat! It’s not having fun.”

“Maybe not yet, but he’ll learn to like it when he sees all the fun I have.”
“I suppose you think a cow finds pleasure in being made into hamburger.”
“Mother. I don’t know any cows, and I’ve never talked to a hamburger. But if there is any fairness in the world, then you ought to feel some pleasure, in serving your purpose in life. So maybe a cow should look forward to being a hamburger. That’s why it’s here.”

“OK Jennifer, so what’s our own purpose? What should give us pleasure?”
“Don’t be silly, Mom. Our mission is to have pleasure. And everyone else will be happy when we feel good.”

“Jennifer, you’re just hopeless. Where do these ideas come from?”

“They come from you, and from my father. That’s what I really want, Mom. I want to have the kind of satisfaction that you and Dad have. Is that so bad?”

“Well, dear, You’ve got me there. Your father is very special- my most prized possession. To tell you the truth, Jennifer, I’ve been meaning to talk to your father ever since we left Lilith. I need his advice with Freddy.”

“Yea, and maybe he can help cheer you up. I’m not having all that much luck. Do we need to pull over, so you can find a little girl’s room? Then I can sit up front with Elizabeth if you want some privacy.”

Gloria seemed confused for just an instant. “Why no dear, we don’t need to stop. I usually do keep your father in my panties during the day, but when I suspect that I’ll want to talk to him, I try to carry him in my shoe. I think you should stay with us. You’re almost a grown woman now, and Freddy’s predicament affects all of us.” Gloria leaned down and removed her pump. There was Herbert Blake, former genius among Wall Street investors, covering the insole of his wife’s shoe. Jennifer could see his familiar face, looking up from the heel. He was sopping wet, as was Gloria’s stocking foot. Gloria quickly removed him and placed the tiny mat on the floor of the car. She fished the remote control out of her purse, and pressed a button. Herbert grew, and was soon a two by three foot floormat. The head ran several inches up the back of the driver’s seat, so he could easily see both Gloria and her daughter. His eyes opened, and he beamed at his wife.
“Hi, beautiful.” At this size, his voice was almost normal, not the high pitched squeak that came out when he was insole or panty-liner sized. The eyes turned toward Jennifer. “Hello there, Jenny, long time no see.”
“Hi Daddy. It has been a couple of months, I guess. I know Mom likes to keep you fused to her, so I kinda miss you… But it looked like you were going to drown in there.”

“That’s my fault, Jenny. You know how warm we are. Of course your mother’s foot sweats with me in there. I keep telling her. Sandals when the weather is warm, and shoes in the winter. But… Gloria is in charge.”

”Well, I’m glad somebody remembered that.” Gloria seemed a bit miffed at being left out of the conversation. “Herbie, did you catch what Lilith said, and what we were saying just now?”

“I could hear most of it, at least when you are sitting. When you’re standing with my face under your heel, my senses don’t work very well. I caught the general drift, and I’ve been thinking too. I think Freddy should go for it. Tell Shannon that he’s hers if she will have him, and send Freddy off to start his training. I know you hate the idea, but I think it’s always been meant to be.
Jennifer could see that her mother was not pleased with the advice. “But Shannon is so mean. Herbie, I just hate to think of her treating poor Freddy like she does her mat. I want better for my son, than to have his little nuts popped every night. “

“Herbert was bemused. “I think you’re wrong about Shannon. She wasn’t cruel when she was small. She and Freddy were so close. She didn’t even think of him as just a boy, till we sent him off to that private school. Then she was all alone. That’s when she started to become hateful. She needs him, Gloria. She’ll mellow out when they can be together again.”

“ Maybe, but I still think Freddy is way too young. You didn’t become my mat till you were past forty!”

“Yes, Gloria, and it was the worst mistake we ever made. I wanted to come to you, right after Jennifer was born. I waited ten long years, it was foolish. You had plenty of money. Think how much better things have been these past five years.” Herbert sighed and turned his eyes again to Jennifer. “You know, Jenny, this mat gig is not so bad. No worries, and no responsibility. You never get sick. I never get tired, and I don’t sleep. Best of all. I never go more than a minute or two without some nice part of your mother touching me. I think Freddy should go for it.” He moved his gaze back to Gloria.
“Besides, beautiful, while you get all worked up about Freddy having his nuts popped, you might mention that you pop mine about every night.”
“Herbert! That’s enough. You know it’s not the same thing. You’re supposed to be helping me here.”

He looked again at his daughter. “You know, Jenny, this funk is not all Freddy. This happens when she carries me too long in the wrong place. Her clit is lonely today.

“Shut up, Herbie, I’m warning you.”

Jenny decided to jump in too. “Hey Daddy. Mom tells me that my new floormat wouldn’t have any pleasure smelling my feet. Mom’s wrong, isn’t she? You like to smell her feet, doncha?”

“Of course I do. And don’t you listen to her. Any male, human or mat, would love to smell your pretty feet. At least if he had any sense…”

“That’s it, Herbert. You’ve gone too far!” Jennifer’s father abruptly shrank. Gloria snatched him up and thrust him back in her shoe. “And that smart little mouth goes back under my heel, where I want it… Stop laughing, Jennifer. You don’t have to cheer him on.”

Well, Gloria wasn’t feeling very cheered up, but her daughter certainly was.

Later that evening, Jennifer carried her new floormat, rolled up like a newspaper, into her bedroom. She paused to consider where best to place him. After a moment’s deliberation, she unrolled her new toy by the side of her bed. She stood and grinned at Dennis. His eyes darted nervously about his new home. Jennifer saw that he was still producing lots of tears, which gave his eyes a shiny appearance. The miniature eyes finally found her face, and stopped their jerky movement.

“Hi, little Dennie, I’m going to keep you here for a while. Right next to the bed where I sleep. Mom thinks I should use you as a shower mat. That might be fun, but I wouldn’t see you much. I bet you’d like it though, ‘cause you could see me all wet and naaay-kid every morning. I could put you in front of my toilet, and I could talk to you more. Better than reading old magazines I suppose. I don’t know. I’m not sure we know each other well enough for you to stay in my bathroom. Anyway, out here I can play with you more. We can play now, but just for a minute. Shannon is out tonight, and she doesn’t know it, but I love to go play with her Rodney mat, when she’s not home. I really shouldn’t do it, but Shannon just wants to be mean with him… But I like to sneak in and play with him. It’s a special thrill cause I knew him before. He was like this really sweet boy, before Shannon got mad at him. Now don’t you dare tell anyone. This is our little secret. Just the two of us.”
Jennifer finally stopped giggling and stepped on her mat, this time with her shoes. She playfully dug her heels into the chest, as she continued to talk to Dennis.

“There’s a bunch of fun things, we can do. It’s just too bad that you can’t talk or smell. I’m gonna keep working on Mom, I bet we can maybe get you a nose that works… I think I’ll kick my shoes off, so I can feel you better. I can’t bounce very well on you; you’re too thin. Still, you do feel neat. It’s not only that you’re so toasty warm, but kind of rubbery and rough on my skin. too. Of course, dennie, you are the economy model… See, I’ll put my heel down here, where your little nuts stick out… Hmmm… I see you can feel that. Then I can take my other foot and play with your cute face… Now keep those eyes open for me. If I get my toes in there just right… Yea, now see if you can close that eye, Mr. Policeman… Thought so. Ewww! You’re getting my foot wet again. I almost think they goofed somehow. I don’t think that much water is supposed to come out of your eyes… And I sure wish that nose could work… OK… Well, I’m gonna hop off to go see Rodney. Don’t be jealous though, I’ll come back later. You know what? I’m gonna tell you all my secrets. I need to tell someone. I can trust you, honey, even if you are a cop. That’s it, honey. You can be my little diary mat.

It was dark in Shannon’s room. In the farthest corner from the door, Jennifer reclined in her Sister’s leather lounger, and listened to music on her headphones. She had removed her skirt and pantyhose, and was quite comfortable. She rubbed her bare feet over Rodney, tapping one on his chest in time to the music. She wasn’t paying much attention to Rodney, except that she made sure that one of her big toes was always in his mouth hole. The sucking reflex was very relaxing.

Jennifer was about to drift off into a happy trance, when she saw the door open. Light from the hallway made a shadow figure of the person who, even in silhouette, she recognized as Freddy! He did not see her at first. As his eyes swept around the darkened room, they sensed someone in the corner. He spoke with a smooth, pleasing baritone that Jennifer had not heard in many long months.

“Is that you, Sis?”

“Yea bro, it’s your sister, but not the one who sleeps in here.”

“Jenny… It is you. You’re the one I’m looking for. I thought you might be in here. Can I come talk to you? I really need to.”

“Sure, Freddy, just give me a second.” Jennifer felt a little self conscious, sitting with her toe in Rodney’s mouth, half asleep, and all aroused. She quickly gathered her things and stood. “Go on out in the hall. I’ll be there in a second.” She found herself standing on Rodney, and then she slowly extracted her toe from Rodney’s mouth. She became aware that his groin area was throbbing again. He was experiencing an orgasm along with the pain and pressure from her foot. She leaned over and whispered.”Hey, fella. You wouldn’t be taking advantage of little Jenny, now would you?… See you later, cutie.” She ran her toe a final time around Rodney’s mouth, and looked down into his eyes, which were bulging and blinking with pain and pleasure. The notion flashed into her head that Freddy could be right there some day soon. Her body suddenly quivered with a feeling that was delightfully shameful. She sighed and stepped forcefully on Rodney’s face, grinding her heel into his eyes. She offered the mat one more intimate whisper on her way to greet her brother.”Next time, baby, you should get my permission.” Then she rushed out to give her brother a big hug.

Ten Minutes later, she was lying on Freddy’s bed, listening to him pour out his heart… It had not taken long for the conversation to get serious. She loved being around Freddy, and usually loved to listen to him talk. He seemed to know a lot about everything. Right now, though, he was too intense to be much fun.

She always liked to look at Freddy. He may have been Shannon’s twin, but he made a much different impression. Always open and outgoing; he had a knack for putting people at ease. She could never remember seeing Freddy angry. She had rarely seen Shannon when she wasn’t.

“Jenny, I just don’t know what I’m going to do about Mom. She’s on some sort of crusade to keep Shannon from getting me. I can’t get Mom to understand. It makes me sick to contradict her, but I have no choice. You understand, don’t you, Sis?… Why I have to go to Shannon. I just wish I could explain it better.”

Freddy sat quietly. He seemed in no hurry for a reply, so Jennifer considered how to be diplomatic. As she thought over her options, she noticed her brother sitting in front of her. Those feet resting in his lap, Freddy was carefully rubbing them. This was odd. She didn’t actually remember placing her feet in his lap. It felt very good, now that she took note of his efforts. She was perplexed too. This seemed to happen all the time. In fact, most of the boys that she met were soon massaging her feet. The thing was, Jennifer could not recall a single time when she’d asked a man to rub her feet… Not one time. Why did this happen? Was it the kind of boys that she liked? Of course, the macho types didn’t get the time of day; but she was certain that there was more to it than that. Maybe she gave off some sort of “tired foot” signal without knowing it. She glanced down at her feet resting in Freddy’s hands. She thought they looked pretty, and not tired. Jennifer wiggled her big toe. It struck her that same toe had been in Rodney’s mouth hole only minutes before. Freddy was leaning forward, intent on doing her massage. His lips were only a few inches above that toe. She started making mental calculations. If she kicked up at the right time, and just the right angle, her shiny red toenail could…

“Jenny, Please! Are you even listening to me?” Freddy’s plaintive voice shocked her back into reality. She smiled lazily, and tried to act as if she heard every word. “Of course I’m paying attention, brother. It’s just that what you say to me… Well, you’re such a scholar and all… It makes me think. You always make me think.” Jennifer felt another wave of intense guilt. Here she was, trying to wound her sister again. Just because Shannon was grumpy, and liked to play rough with her own property, well, it was no excuse to deceive her. Still, it would be fun to have something juicy to tell her new diary mat, when she got back to her room. Who knows, she thought while pushing aside her guilt, the night is young…

A couple of rooms down the hall, Gloria Blake was almost ready for bed. Her bare feet padded across the floor. She wore only a negligee, and was carrying a pair of loafers, with unusually hard soles. She came up to Herbert, lying on the floor. He was out of the shoe, Gloria had not enlarged him.

Herbert thought he was in trouble. When he saw the shoes, all doubt was gone. He watched as she sat on the bed, and slipped them on. He had been out of line in the car. Sometimes it was too much fun provoking her. Often he was less respectful to her now, than he had been, as a human. As a man, he felt apprehensive. As a piece of property, he felt more secure. After all, what could she do to him? Well, she could take a chainsaw to him, but short of that, not much. He knew that she liked to play rough at times, so it was part of his job to give her enough excuses. It was all part of the game. He really hated the pain, but he never regretted his decision to serve her. She stood over him now, showing him the ribbed bottom of her shoe. He knew the angry look on her face was half play and half serious.

“So you tell my daughter all our little secrets. Let’s just talk about ball popping then. The toe of that shoe descended onto his lower half. Then he screamed. It was more like a loud squeak, than a scream. The crushing and the squeaking went on for several minutes. Gloria finally let up. She looked calmer now. She sat again on the bed, and slipped off the punishment shoes. She covered him with one bare sole, and felt the vibrations and the heat slowly abate.

“So Herbie, do we remember who owns who here. Don’t feel like you have to say yes. We can continue the memory treatments for as long as we need to… I suppose I made the point. She picked up the remote, and Herbert grew out from around her foot. In a few seconds, he was two by three feet again.
“Yes, Ma’am, I know who owns me. You know that I can take as many treatments as you think I need… “

“No, Herbie, Let’s go to bed.” Gloria was very tired, and was ready for sleep. She turned the remote up to maximum. Herbert was now forty-eight by sixty-four inches. She picked him up, and threw him on the bed. He weighed less than five pounds, despite his size. Gloria loved him big like this. He was nearly twice as large as the human Herbert Blake had been. Gloria crawled under her warm comforter, with her feet resting next to his face. Right by Gloria’s chin were his golf ball sized testicles that were attached, to His bottom. She managed to get one entire foot into his enlarged mouth cavity. It was very warm and cozy…

“By the Way, Herbie, you were right about Shannon and Freddy. I guess he could do worse. I’ll talk to him soon… And I suppose you were right about Jennifer too. We’ll get that new mat upgraded. I wager Lilith won’t do that for free… Are you trying to talk? Stop it… It tickles…. Yeah, and you were right too about my lonely clit. You wouldn’t believe how much I missed that little mouth in there… You little twerp, you were right about everything. Congratulations. I have your reward right here.

With that, she bit ferociously into one of his big golfballs. She felt his mouth tense around her foot, and the heat went up a notch…

“Good night, honey. See you in the morning.”