Ultimate Human Rug 7 min read

It is actually pretty difficult to find someone willing enough to sacrifice themselves so unobjectionably as to become simply something to walk on.  But when I do, they are the ultimate human rug to which I have no qualms about using.

To be honest, It is pretty difficult to disguise a man’s body laid out on the floor, so most people have a difficult time trying to ignore it and use it for the purpose of say a carpet, footrest or step. But, after doing it for so many years, you do actually get to the point that it actually becomes simply an object and its usage is so; that one can use it as part of the furniture to which both entities reap their rewards.

I adore having a rug that can take anything I dish out. It’s the ultimate gift for the girl that has everything, lol.

I remember an incident about five years ago, when a friend of mine met a chap at a party, who insisted he could take whatever she dished out! A brag you should not speak of lightly. After much deliberation, we invited him over to a house we were clearing and sorting out for one of my friends to move in. We placed him on the floor in the hallway next to the front door and simply left him to fend for himself. Our final words were “when you have had enough, go home!”

There were about five of us that day and the amount of stuff we had to move back and forth was incredible. However, this chap was laid out length ways in the hall and promised he would stay there for as long as it took… Ha… ha!

After having a coffee, my friends and I started to unpack the car and also move out a load of horse tack to be sold off. We traipsed in and out of that hallway like nobody’s business and this poor guy on the floor must have thought; what the hell have I let myself in for!!

Anyway, much to his credit (unless he had passed out), he stayed there and took it. It became like a game for us girls, because we would walk on him without a care in the world and very often stick our heels in to try and make him move. He got severely trampled on the arms, legs, body, crotch (yummy), chest, neck and head.

I know I got him good and proper in the face a couple of times with my riding boot heel, but he just stayed there and took it. The heel of my boots are pretty dam hard and his skin would get completely distorted as my weight passed over him, lol.

At first it was quite annoying to have to negotiate this squishy body on the floor, but none of us wanted to tell him to move and the more you got use to it, the easier it became to walk on him. I don’t know if we leveled him out a lot, but he actually became useful when trying to negotiate the large step next to his head and by stepping on his face, it was easier to carry stuff through.

I remember taking a large box of books out of the car and it needing three of us get it into the house because it was so heavy. Our poor little rug got completely crushed under that one I can tell you and he was severely kicked around as we stumbled and giggled away trying to get it through the hall and up the step. I know I stood on his neck accidentally and then stumbled on his head without looking, but hey, we were having fun and ended up in hysterics with this huge box of books.

In the end, we were using this guy pretty much as a normal carpet and after getting use to him being there, he got the full weight treatment pretty much none stop.

He took everything we gave and apart from the occasional grunt and groan, he was great fun and totally obedient in respect of not being anything other than a rug! I could step firstly onto his willy, then onto his chest and then his head as I negotiated the step.

I could feel him wobble underfoot and if you stepped on him hard enough, you could get a great little bounce as you took a step. When all five of us walked on him in a line, you could feel him tense up really tightly and he would try to hold onto the floor like nobody’s business. The thing to do would be to dig your heel in as you hurried over him and watch him jolt around trying not to double up! Lol.

My girlfriend kept him of course and she still uses him on and off to this day!

And just to let you know, this is actually a true story and I tell it because that is ultimate objectification. Also, if you’re interested; that little rug had one heck of a list of injuries; including two broken fingers, one broken tooth and two very badly bruised ribs. He was so covered in bruises a couple of days later, that even his t shirt hurt him, lol. As for his face… Mr puffy man! Lol.

Okay, so now back to your post: “cruelty through indifference” is up there along with “objectification” and if you can get that scenario working properly, it is great fun and trust me; it does not take long before you begin to ignore the fact that you are using a man to stand on while you talk on the phone and you relax down and stand there properly.

You have to remember… I don’t feel my own weight! Especially if I am busy doing something else. And I don’t realize how much my heel is digging in because I am literally just standing there and expect the ground to hold me no matter what I do.

Underneath it all though, as much as you like the trample, I love the idea of doing it, and as I have said before, there is a real kink in using a man to walk on, stand on and rest my boots on, which is probably more of a real turn on than you lying there taking it, because I don’t have to suffer the pain of it all and simply have that inner feeling of power and yes….. Satisfaction!

You have been truthful and open to me, so I will now do the same; My best ever trample came with a guy I have known for a long time and when he asked me to stand on his face in skinny stilettos, I could not refuse. I was a little apprehensive to start with, because the heels he pointed out were terribly skinny and one slip would have made a real big mess, lol.

However, I stood on him and my mobile phone rang!…

Now I could have stepped down and answered it, but I was so comfortable standing there with my one heel on his temple and the other dug well into his cheek, that I thought.. sod it! And stayed there! He went all quiet as if he had passed out, but I continued to talk on the phone for about three or four mins. It was a business call about someone wishing to use the stables, so my mind went from the guy on the floor, to a booking, and if it was not for my heel slipping into his mouth, I may have forgotten what I was standing on altogether!

In the end though, I finished the conversation and stepped back off this head and onto the floor.