Special rug – Part II 22 min read

Jim tried to smile but he was too busy panting and trying to recover the
breath so casually robbed from him. “Well, ta ta, honey. Mustn’t dawdle
any longer. I’m going to put the car in the garage tonight, so be ready in
the kitchen pit when I return,” she said, then turned on his lungs,
grinding the grip pattern of her soles into his skin. He cried out this
time and she turned at the door. “Save your breath, honey. You’re going
to need it later.

I’ll be winding down when I get back and probably very
hyper, so you’ll get a thorough treading just as I promised!” “Yes,
sweetheart,” he replied and his cock wagged, “as if it was waving good-
bye to her and wishing and wishing her a speedy return.” Just under an
hour later, Jim heard the automatic garage door open. Alexis had returned
a little earlier than he had expected and he had to haul ass to get into
the kitchen pit in time to be ready for her as ordered. His beautiful wife
kept her promise. No sooner had she shut the door than she was on him,
treading him gently, but steadily from head to foot.
“I feel so good?” She gushed as she stepped on his penis, bending it
sideways. “I can tell by your throbbing penis that you do too!” She
continued walking as she talked to him, treading on his skin and bones
slowly and taking baby steps to cover every inch of him. Her small body
seemed gigantic as it loomed over him. “Your penis reminds me of the one
that my lover put in me this afternoon, only his, of course, was much
larger,” she said as she walked across his chest, her toe-sole
momentarily crushing his throat.

“Oh, you’ll never know how good he is, honey?”- stepping on his face with
one foot, then turning on both, grinding her rubber soles into his flesh
and twisting his features under her full weight. “He thrust that enormous
thing in and out of me for nearly a half-hour and finally filled me with
more cum than I thought possible, even for a stud like him!” – walking
across his groin, then squashing his violently throbbing cock under her
slowly turning shoe. “but don,t fret, honey. You give me great pleasure
too, especially when you’re lying under me like this feeling my shoes
walking on your soft flesh and brittle bones. But now it’s your turn.
Tell me how much you love me too!” She stepped hard on his stomach,
knocking the wind from him. He couldn’t catch his breath for a few
seconds, and his words were punctuated by heavy panting, but he mouthed
those expected syllables anyway, speaking the truth as she continued to
trample him.

“I love you more than unhhh..anything in the wor..” He gasped,
his last word squelched by her left foot when it stepped right in the
center of his face, but he continued speaking the second she stepped onto
his chest. “You don’t love me like you love..unhhh! ..other men, But I
understand..unhhh!..why. I’m your rug and deserve to be trampled by you.
And I love it, sweetheart, more than I can say!” She stepped on his penis
for the tenth time, then began walking up his body again. “I know it,
honey,” she said in her sugary voice, “and I love to walk on you with my
white running shoes. It gives me so much pleasure to hear you moan under
them and watch your face mash and stretch out under their soles.” He gazed
up at her through eyes that were filling with tears he couldn’t help and
was thrilled by the sight of her shapely legs, bobbing breast and far
above him, her slightly flushed with pleasure, smiling face, just as her
shoe landed on his face, mashing it inwards like a compressed accordion.
She turned on his thoroughly mashed face with one foot, then continued to
walk down his body. “And the grip-marks her rubber soles are leaving all
over you thrill me because they are the indelible proof of my love for
you!” She turned on his shins and approached his cock one last time.
Knowing his orgasm was imminent, she stepped on the throbbing organ, and began to gently massage it beneath the slow twisting sole of her left shoe.

“Now prove your love for me, honey!” She said, her voice rising an
octave higher as she applied pressure. “Spurt, honey! Spurt all over my
sole!” “Yes, sweetheart, I will, I will!” He almost shouted as his
body tensed and instantly began spurting stream after stream of hot, thick
cum out from under her twisting shoe, and all over his leg and on her
sole. Alexi s moaned as if she to was nearing a climax (which wasn’t far
from the truth!), then she began to track his cum all over him. She
wasn’t happy until he was covered with it. The rest of the evening was
spent very pleasantly by the happy couple. Alexis ate at the kitchen table
while she used Jim’s sore face as her footrest, fed him morsels of steak
and potatoes after mashing them to mush under her shoes, let him lick her
soles clean, then left the sweat-soaked shoes upside down on his face for
him to enjoy as she changed clothes.

She spent the rest of the evening using his face as the foot-rest for her
white boot slippered feet and watching T.V. or sitting on it with her bare
crotch as he licked her to climax after climax, then rewarded him for a
job well done by treading him to another spectacular orgasm under her
slippers as he lay in the pit near her bed. Thursday passed peacefully
enough. Alexis stayed home with her husband, trampled him thoroughly in
blue spike- heeled sandals and again let him sleep on the floor.
On Friday, however, she got out of bed earlier than him for once and when she returned to him, was in a peevish mood, something that mystified him all day on the job at the shoe store.

On Tuesdays and Fridays, Alexis arrived home before her husband and when he got there that night and knelt before her as soon as he closed the front door, he knew his suspicions that something was bothering her were true. For one thing, her eyes were flashing, even though she was smiling. For another, she was wearing a black blouse and tight, blue designer jeans tucked into ankle-length black boots with 3″ spike heels. Black footwear always meant trouble, so it wasn’t surprising that he trembled when he bent over to lick the slightly pointed leather toes of those mean-looking boots. “Good evening, sweetheart. You look lovely in those b..black boots,” he stuttered.

“Yes, I do, don’t I, honey? You’re going to feel those boots too as I
walk all over you! I want to start right away, so make the necessary
arrangements.” “I will, sweetheart, I will,” Jim replied. He tried to
look enthusiastic and was definitely excited, but Alexis could see how
nervous and scared he was too. She watched him remove his clothes with
shaking fingers as she stood before him, arms crossed in front of her,
smiling pleasantly, but glaring at him with eyes that had just a hint of
anger in them. “Allright. Hang your clothes in your room, dear. On
your way, stop in the kitchen and pick up the tray of hors d’oeuvres I put
in the refrigerator. Then lie down in the pit in the room behind your
bed.” “At once, sweetheart,” Jim replied and made his way into the
interior of the house as calmly as he could. He walked rather than crawled
with his wife’s tacit approval because of the urgency of his mission.
In the kitchen, he picked up the hors d’oeuvres with his clothes
and shoes already in hand. The tray was difficult to manage with the load
of clothes, but he managed to make it to his bedroom without spilling or
dropping anything. On his way out the door, he happened to notice the
list of house duties Alexis left for him to do on the wall bulletin board.
There were many tasks to complete on that ominous board, jobs he never
seemed to have time to finish in the brief time he was alone in the house.
It seemed grossly unfair to Jim, but Alexis definitely expected him to
complete each nevertheless. He gulped when he noticed that she had crossed out the few completed assignments, but had left big red question marks by the ones not finished or even begun.

“So that’s it!” He thought. It took him only five minutes to carry out his
wife’s orders, he was then prostrate in the pit in the secret chamber when
he heard her walking in his direction. Moments later, Alexis entered the
room. If she were still angry, she certainly didn’t show it in the tone of
her voice or the cheerful expression on her beautiful face, but her eyes
still glittered like cold diamonds and when she began trampling him, she
made no attempt to be considerate and dispensed with gentleness altogether, proving to her husband that his assessment of her mood was correct. Not that he was surprised at all. Black footwear always spelled big trouble in flashing neon lights before; there was no reason to assume that tonight was any different.

In spite of his pain, which came instantly to him just from being stepped
on by those mean little boots, Jim almost laughed when she began laying
the loving wife bit on so thick her voice almost dripped with sugar sweet
sap. “It makes me so happy to trample you like this, honey,” she coed
in her usual soft, musical tone, “but my pleasure is not the only issue
at hand, or, ha! ha! Underfoot here, is it?” “No, my little rug-man,
I’m walking on you with my cute little black boots for your pleasure too
and for your education..?” (This was the only time she referred to the
fact that he was being punished, not just stimulated.)
“I know how much you enjoy the way I make love to you with my shoes and
boots and after all, all I want to do is make you, happy.” She said as
she trod heavily on his legs, then walked across his limp cock, stepping
hard on his sensitive flesh and refusing to spare his balls as she usually
did when she was milking an orgasm out of him. She didn’t stomp or jump on him, but she certainly didn’t walk gently either. Her booted feet came
down hard where ever they happened to be at the time and if a sharp heel
tore his flesh or a hard sole loosened a tooth in his mouth, well, that
was just the breaks in her rough game! She ground her heels in often,
especially when treading his tender belly flesh, breast and sensitive
genitals, spiking his nipples and long (now erect) hard cock and putting
her whole weight on just those pointed spikes whenever she came down
heels-first. She twisted her boot soles all over his helpless face too,
leaving bruises and abrasions in her wake that he knew, he would be hard
put to explain at work.

“Of course the love I give to you so generously,” she continue as she
stood on his head with both boots and slowly turned on the balls of her
feet, mashing his nose into his face, “is not exactly like the passion I
give to my lover when he caresses me with his talented hands and probes my juicy vagina with his gorgeous cock, is it?” She took a hors d’oeuvre
from the tray. “No..unhhh!..sweetheart, it isn’t,” the poor bug of a man
replied as her right boot slammed flat footed down on his cheat, giving
him a taste of hard sole and sharp heel at the same time. It seems very
humiliating that she ate as she walked on him. “And why is that, honey?”
She asked in a voice almost as breathless as his from the sheer exertion
she was expanding on her human treadmill. “Because h..he actively
g..gives you..unnnh!…his love while I j..just lie here and t..take the
love you g..give me with your..unnhh! pretty b..boots, sweetheart!”
“Yes, that’s it, honey! That’s it in the nutshell!” Alexis agreed as
she began roughly twisting her right sole on his cock, caring not a whit
that her heel was grinding into his ultre-pain- sensitive balls. “Now
it’s your turn to prove your love for me, isn’t it?” She asked as she
stepped on his cock with both soles, mashing it completely flat into his
leg. “Yes..oh! oh!..yes, sweetheart!” He moaned as hot, white cum oozed
from his much-abused cock like thick toothpaste from a tube. He thought he heard a note of exaltation in her voice as she laughed and tracked the
sticky jissom all over his body. Then she left the room, not to return
for two full hours.

Jim had been left alone before, but he never seemed to get use to it, and
when he at last heard his beloved wife return to him, he was nearly out of
his head with boredom, loneliness and nervous apprehension. His cock,
limp most of the time he was alone, began to twitch, then slowly began to
rise until it was throbbing in the air just off his stomach when he saw
Alexis. Having shed her casual clothes, she was now dressed in a shin-
length black gown. A golden necklace encircled her graceful neck. Her
feet were bare, but she was carrying a pair of boot-slippers in her right
hand. He gasped when he saw that they were black. “So, the punishment is
to continue,” he thought and wondered how much more he could take. Alexis sat on the bed five feet away from him and slowly put the vinyl boots on.

She kept her eyes on him every second, even while she was tying the single
white cord that secured the boots to her warm feet. Then she slowly,
gracefully strolled across the lust carpet, making a silent beeline
straight for him. She stood at the side of his head for a few minutes,
just staring into his red eyes and gloating at the wounds she had trampled
into his face. At length, she began working the buttons on the remote
control device she had until that moment kept hidden in a deep pocket on
the left side of her gown, Gears whirred and panels began sliding across
him then, until no parts of his body were exposed except his face and
genitals. She smiled and raised her foot over his head.

“You see the sole of this slipper, honey?” She asked.”Yes, sweetheart,
I do.” “Well, you’re going to be seeing a lot more of it, I’m afraid!”
She said with a sultry laugh, then stepped sideways onto his face. She
stood on one foot, squashing both cheeks and bending his nose painfully to
the right, then slowly brought the other foot down. Her slippered feet
completely covering his eyes, nose and cheeks, she began slowly twisting
her feet from left to right, grinding his features into her soft soles,
almost making them part of her slippers. She tortured him in this way for
a long time, humming a popular tune as she twisted and ground his features
right to left, left to right, then began walking all over his captive
face.

She had been walking across his face and up and down it for at least
fifteen minutes when suddenly he felt pressure on his erect cock.
Completely shocked by this odd occurrence because he had heard no
approaching footsteps or his wife speak to anyone or even giggle, he cried
out in surprise and pain when the light pressure he first felt was
beginning to increase. Pain became intense agony as the feet pressing down
on his cock and balls began twisting and grinding just as his wife resumed
her bump and grind on his face again.

Poor Jim was almost crazy with pain and blinded by tears when both
pairs of shod feet stepped to the carpet and Alexis traded places with the
hither to fore unseen tormentor who had been crushing his sex organs.
“Hello, Jim,” the knockout blond in a jump suit and ankle-length black
moccasin boots with stylish designs on their sides and smooth flat rubber
soles said. “Alexis wanted me to surprise you.” “Jill!” Jim cried, his
nerves instantly on edge as he recognized the most enthusiastic trampler
among Alexis’s many girl friends. He heard a sound at his right and turned
his head to find himself staring up into the smiling face of his wife.
Then he saw nothing as she placed one slippered foot across his eyes and
the other one across his mouth. “Have you ever had your head crushed by
two women at once?” Jill asked and when he mumbled incomprehensibly into Alexis’s soft sole she said “Well, you’re about to now!” And placed one
foot across his nose, between Alexis’s feet, and the other across his
forehead.

Jim felt what it was like for two grown women to stand on his face at the
same time. Their shod feet completely covering his face from his forehead
to his chin, squashing his features flat and cutting off his breath
altogether, they stood in place right where they were as they hugged each
other and giggled until, utterly suffocated and unable to hold out a second
more, the terrified slave passed into the black void of unconsciousness.
When Jim awakened an hour later, he was surprised to find himself still
pitted, but now in the elaborately designed pit in the living room.
Surprise wasn’t exactly the reaction he had when he heard many laughing
female voices and looked up not only into the smiling faces of Alexsis, but
also at Sonja, another friend of his wife’s and two more lovely young
women he’d never seen before. Sonja, her shining blond hair gently
hugging her shoulders, was dressed in a long green gown and green high
heeled pumps. The other women were dressed similar to each other, in
jackets with blouses, knee length skirts and boots. The boots were
equipped with high thin heels. The ones of the platinum blond were black
and the ones of the tall, long haired brunette were dark brown. Alexis
and Jill were still dressed as they had been when they crushed Jim in the
bedroom pit.

What?” Jim began, but his wife silenced him by placing the sole of her
slipper on his mouth. “Shhh, honey,” she said her mockingly pleasant
voice. “I realize how much fun you’re having tonight and couldn’t stand to
see it all end for you so soon. So I called Sonja and two of my other
friends. They all want to walk all over you!” Sonja stepped forward and
placed the sole of her left pump on his mouth. “Good evening, Jim. You’re
looking well,” she said and everybody laughed at the witticism. Well?
Well indeed! The poor man’s face looked like it had just been through a
meat grinder and his body was literally covered with tiny heel marks. The
other two women stepped forward together, the tall brunette twisted her
boot-sole across his mouth and the blond stepped hard on his throat.
The blond spoke first. “Good evening, Jim. I’m Monica,” she said. “How
are you doing, Jim? I’m Kerri,” the brunette said. Unabl e to say
anything, Jim just nodded under Kerri’s boot-sole and all the women had a
good laugh at the silly pitted male’s expense. Then, by pre-arranged
plan, they lined up at the foot of the pit, in this pit’s case, where
Jim’s crotch met the rugged floor, Alexis at the head of the line,
followed closely by Jill and the other women. “I’m so anxious to prove my
love to you I got some help!” Alexis said. She said something else about
her love being so all- compassing that one woman alone couldn’t possibly
express, it all, but the tail of her sentence was cut off by the laughter
her friends filled the room with, then the trampling began.

Through ecstatic, but fear filled eyes, Jim watched the long line of women
approach him, then cried out as Alexis stepped on his erect but sore
penis, pushing the erect throbbing thing straight down into his stomach as
she walked on it with all her weight. In a moment, she was on his stomach
and Jill was walking on his balls with her soft soled moccasins boots. The
single file of women moved slowly up his body until all five women were
standing on him. Alexis perched on his upper chest, her slipper soles
crushing down his throat, Jill was standing right behind her and the other
women crowded close behind her. Over 600 pounds of elegantly dressed
female flesh and bone crushed him down, robbing his very breath from him,
covering every inch of his trunk, then Alexis stepped on his face.
The terrifically excited man, who was experiencing a life-long
fantasy come true, watched as the beloved but feared slipper was slowly
lowered onto his face, then felt his features mash into themselves as his
wife put all her weight on that one foot, and placing the other slipper
next to it on the other side of his face. She stepped on the rug behind
his head and he found himself looking up into the smiling face of Jill just
before her moccasins filled his vision. His bruised mug was thoroughly
crushed by both her boots, then Sonja stepped up, her angelic smile
strangely out of place in the group of laughing faces.

She seemed almost reluctant to step on his face, but did it anyway, her huge eyes sparkling as her 3″ spike heel stepped right in his mouth, forcing his closed lips open and chipping a front tooth as her sole smashed his nose flat, her pointed toe poking from between his eyes, which crossed in his desire to see everything that was happening to him. Monica stepped on his face with her black boot before Sonja had even stepped down from him, her gritty sole grinding dirt into his eyelids, then Kerri trod on his head with both feet and did a mocking little dance on his face, her brown boots wrecking havoc on his aching features.

The women simply turned around where they were, then marched down his body, Kerri at the head if the line this time and Alexis bringing up the rear.
They trampled him for over a half-hour, their slippers, shoes and boots
walking endlessly on his genitals, stomach, ribs, chest, throat and
face, causing him to ejaculate twice, they laughed as they tracked his cum
all over his body with their ceaselessly treading feet. Finally, the
doorbell rang and the session ended as quickly as it began, possibly, Jim
thought, just in time! ‘Quick, everybody! Get a drink or something and
stand around talking. Jill? Turn on the stereo please. I don’t want any
of our guest at the door to know our living rug is here!” The women
quickly obeyed and Alexis triggered the controls that set into motion the
plexiglas surface plate. As it slid over Jim’s bleeding, terrified face,
she said “Don’t worry, honey. There are only ten more women out there!”
And laughed as the plate closed over him, stifling whatever he was going to
reply. Then she operated the hydraulic controls that lifts the floor of
the pit up, until her scared husband felt himself being pressed against the
under side of the thin plate therefore his body being the support of the
thin plexiglas plate.

Alexis smiled at him as she flipped a switch on the control box that
opened the air supply inside and then covered the ingenious pit with the
rug, then stepped on it right where she knew his face was. “Hmmm! No
give, no give at all! Just like the real floor!” She said in a voice
loud enough for him to hear, then walked off to greet her new guests. The
additional women were all executives and secretaries who worked with
Alexis. All were young to early middle aged and all wore expensive gowns
or skirts and a variety of footwear, from pumps and high-heeled sandals to
high heeled boots. None of them had been told of Jim’s presence under the
rug and Alexis doubted she would ever tell them. Some of them wouldn’t
understand. Others had wagging tongues. None of them could be trusted
except her close girl friends, who, of course, already knew he was there
under their feet.

For the next two hours, Jim was the living carpet for fifteen full-grown
women, ten of them totally unaware they were standing on or, walking all
over him. Alexis made sure that the unknowing guest milled around in the
area of the pit so they would be standing on him or walking all over him
almost constantly. Her friends and she herself, deliberately walked on his
face and cock as often as possible and Monica and Kerri even did a mean
little dance on his genitals once. After everyone had lift, Alexis pushed
the buttons that would release him from the pit, there was cum and blood
all over him. He was also quite definitely unconscious. She cleaned his
body off before she revived him. She stood there looking down at him and
studied his thoroughly crushed face. As his vision began to clear he
looked up into her eyes and smiled, she smiled as she lowered her slipper
very slowly onto his cock and very gently massaged it under the soft sole
until it became very erect and spurted one more time. “Good night, honey”
she said with a giggle as she turned and headed for her bedroom.