Celeste Part 2 7 min read

So that’s what I became. I cut holes in the floor, in front of the door, in front of the sofa, under the dining table, here and there throughout the flat. Some are big enough for my face and chest to fit through, others smaller holes for my cock and balls. I got hold of an old mechanic’s trolley, the sort they use for sliding under cars, and built a trap door so I could get under the floorboards and slide around on the trolley.

I could be there by the front door, my face poking through the hole in the floor ready for when she came home, then slide across to be in front of the sofa ready to receive her feet on my face. I spent hours under the floorboards, waiting patiently for her to come home and wipe her soles on my tongue, looking up to see her total indifference as she chatted away on her phone to a friend while scraping her hard dirty shoe soles all over my face. She often seemed to genuinely forget that I was anything other than a piece of the furniture, or that I was there at all.

I spent almost all the time when she was there beneath her feet. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen her from any angle other than beneath the floorboards. I now slept down there every night, almost always with a pair of her shoes resting on my face. In the morning she would simply step into them before she left, twisting her feet into them and grinding the hard soles into my flesh whilst she stood and did her make-up. We simply were not on the same level anymore, were not part of the same world.

She had always loved to dance. She’d put the stereo on loud and dance around in her heels, not caring where they landed, my face and chest became pincushions, my cock seemed to get flatter each day, pounded into the floor by those twisting soles for hours at a time. I wondered how she could do it, how she could inflict so much pain and not care in the slightest, how she could walk all over me, rip me up with her stilettos, with such utter indifference. It was very clear that she really didn’t care, that I was nothing to her but an object, to be used, ignored. The cleanliness of her shoes now mattered more than my life, the amusement she found stomping all over my cock mattered far more than the pain I would feel for days afterward. I was the floor, and nothing more.

Yet, despite my new role, our relationship blossomed. When I wasn’t under the floorboards we would still do the same things other couples do, live a seemingly normal and blissful relationship. Slowly though, that began to change a little too.

One evening, she was sitting on the sofa, both her feet planted firmly on my face, my tongue licking away at her shoe soles as she chatted on the phone. I heard her tell her friend Jane to pop over. I got ready to get back above floor level, only to hear Celeste say “No, you stay down there.” I was shocked, was she about to reveal our secret to Jane? Would Jane walk on me? Would I have to lick Jane’s shoes clean? The idea of another woman stepping on me for Celeste’s amusement was a huge turn-on, but… did I really mean that little to her that it didn’t matter to her? I lay there confused but massively turned on both by Celeste’s seeming indifference and the prospect of being stepped on by another woman.

The doorbell rang, and to my horror, Jane wasn’t alone but had turned up with her husband, Mark. This was a nightmare. I didn’t know what to do. Celeste greeted Jane warmly and gave Mark a cursory smile.

“You know the score, the trapdoor’s over there.”

Without a word, he crossed the room, went through the trap door, and pushed his face through one of the holes in the floor and his cock through another. What the hell was going on. Celeste and Jane chatted for a while, enjoying some wine, completely ignoring the both of us. They walked across to look at some photos on the sideboard, right next to where Mark lay under the floorboards. Without looking down, seemingly without even noticing, Jane stepped firmly onto her husband’s face. Her dark blue patent heels drilled into his cheeks as she stood and casually chatted to Celeste. I couldn’t stop staring at the damage they seemed to be doing, but eventually, I managed to fixate on Celeste. Her black stilettos were planted no more than an inch from Mark’s cock. What was she thinking? This isn’t what I had imagined. She was my girlfriend, the love of my life, she loved me, there’s no way she would actually do anything to another man. I was sure that she was just teasing me a little, or maybe she really hadn’t noticed his cock down there, but I was sure that she wouldn’t, couldn’t, do anything.

From my position buried in the floor, I had a perfect view as Celeste casually stepped down with the sole of her shoe onto Mark’s cock, pinning it flat against the floor with her full weight. She seemed not to notice, but how couldn’t she? She had told me many times how she could feel my tongue moving through those thin soles. She began casually rocking her foot from side to side as she chatted to Jane. I could see the effect it was having on Mark. If she hadn’t been able to feel his cock before, she, sure as hell could now. She glanced over in my direction, staring into my eyes as her foot continued to rock back and forth on Mark’s cock, all the time still chatting to Jane. Her eyes seemed to say “what’s the problem, what’s it got to do with you?” I tried to find my voice, to shout out, but nothing happened. She smirked at me as Mark blew his load beneath her patent black stiletto, continuing her conversation with Jane as if nothing had happened and ignoring me completely.

I was in shock, tears filled my eyes. How could she have done that, how could she have enjoyed doing that and have enjoyed the fact that I was watching? My world seemed to be shattered around me, yet she just stood there still chatting to Jane as if nothing had happened, her foot still resting on Mark’s cock. Jane seemed either not to notice or not to care in the slightest.

“Let’s go to that new club. I feel like dancing.”

“Great. Mark will drive us. You know, I think Steve might be there too tonight. I know you’ve got a bit of a thing for him, Celeste”

Celeste, the love of my life, let out a little embarrassed giggle.

“You know me so well, I just think he’s so gorgeous.”

“Well, you never know, tonight could be your lucky night.”

Jane clicked her fingers and Mark scrambled out through the trap door and off to start the car. Celeste locked the trapdoor behind him, trapping me beneath the floorboards.

“Right, let’s go.”

With that, they finished their wine and headed toward the door. Jane’s foot landed heavily on my cock, but she didn’t even look down, walking over it without breaking her stride. I almost screamed in pain, only for Celeste’s sole to come crashing down onto my face. I stared at her heels as she walked over me and toward the door. Mark’s cum was clearly visible on the sole and along the side of her shoe, it would be ground into the dancefloor as she swayed to the music. Celeste turned just before walking out of the door. She mouthed “don’t wait up,” and with that she was gone, leaving me stuck under the floorboards until whenever she chose to return, humiliated, shocked, destroyed, and more in love with her than I had ever felt before.