A husband finds a way to support his wife
It all started as the result of an argument between my wife, Carol, and me. I had lost my job of 13 years and was feeling unproductive and uncaring. All I did was lay around the house and mope all day feeling sorry for myself while Carol worked as a sales clerk in the women’s clothing section of a department store. As such, she wore high-heeled shoes and hose and spent nearly the entire day on her feet, which made her feet very tired and sore. Carol was an attractive woman with long slender legs that look great in hose and heels. She was about 5′ 9″ and slender weighing about 110 lbs. She always seemed light to me, at least before now. I found out that 110 lbs. can be damned heavy. Continue reading “Support Part 1 4.6 (23)“
The second part of an old story
I was excited at the prospect of what I was about to do. Ideas were running through my head like never before. At last, I had something I could do to demonstrate my worth. I’ll show her I can support her. Perhaps I should have thought the thing through more, but I was on a roll and nothing was going to stop me now. Continue reading “Support Part 2 4.7 (11)“
I hadn’t laid there very long when I heard footsteps coming toward me and out of the corner of my eye could see Carol approaching. Apparently, the store had opened because just before Carol reached me I heard someone else approach from the other side of the counter and place something on the counter.
As Carol neared I expected she would sort of look at me and acknowledge me lying there before she stepped up on me, but she didn’t give me the slightest glance. She just walked right onto me as though I were a natural part of the floor and began to converse with the waiting customer. Continue reading “Support Part 3 4.8 (15)“
Cash register support’s adventures with his wife Carol continue
The sudden release of pressure as Carol stepped down from my face was most welcome, but it didn’t last long.
Betty’s feet immediately replaced Carol’s on my face as she stepped up with first one foot and then the other and stood on my face while she busied herself with the cash register. She stood with her sharp spike heels digging into my chin and her soles mashing down my forehead and eyes. Continue reading “Support Part 4 4.9 (13)“
5th part of the story about Carol and her co-workers
Hearing the woman’s astonishing voice, Carol spun around on my face to greet her co-worker.
She came to rest with her back to the cash register and her left heel was resting right on my left eye (it’s a good thing I had placed the plexiglass eyepieces over my eyes) and her right heel was pressing into my forehead. Her soles were mashing down the rest of my face as she stood there and greeted her friend. Continue reading “Support Part 5 4.9 (13)“
Support’s adventures continue with the third woman joining
After Sally stood back erect on my face her weight once again transferred back to her spike heels, which jabbed into my forehead like two piercing talons.
After she pranced about on my face a little, Sally remarked, ” You know, I think I like standing on his face the best… it’s such a feeling of power. What does it feel like to stand on his face in your stocking feet?” Continue reading “Support Part 6 4.4 (17)“