Support Part 3 8 min read

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.

“Here, let me get that for you,” she said. “Did you find everything OK?”

Her left foot drove hard into my stomach as she stepped up onto me. Her spike heel drove deep into my stomach and caught me with such surprise that I let out a little “oof” as the air was driven from my lungs by her pile-driving heel sinking into my stomach. Her right foot soon joined the left as it landed on my chest. I don’t think anyone heard the noise I made as Carol immediately engaged in conversation with her customer, a woman from the sound of it. As she folded the clothes and put them in a bag she moved about on me shifting her weight from one foot to the next or twisting about as needed. The entire time she engaged in light conversation with her customer. No one would have believed she was standing on another human being without the slightest care. I, on the other hand, was enduring the fate of the damned beneath her driving and twisting spikes digging into my chest and stomach.

Despite the pain of a full-grown woman standing and walking upon my prone body, the sight of my beautiful wife towering above me was causing me to become somewhat aroused. I could feel my cock starting to harden. That’s how it was when she suddenly stepped on it and twisted as she bent down to get a bag from under the counter. She continued to stand on it as she placed the customer’s purchases in the bag. I was in agony as she just stood there and made small talk with this other woman about the weather and a lot of other useless stuff. Then she twisted on my cock and walked right up over my stomach and chest and onto my face as she moved to the register to ring up the purchase. She didn’t even look down to see where she was stepping. She just walked to the place near the register where she needed to be. She ended up with one foot on either side of my face. Her sharp spike heels were digging into my chin and her soles were mashing down my eyes and forehead. My nose was trapped in between.

I was in terrible pain it was all I could do to keep from crying out as she continued to stand there while she rung up each item. Finally, she finished and twisted around on my face to face the other counter where the customer was picking up her purchase. This position was even worse as both of her heels bit into my left cheek and her soles mashed down the right side of my face. Her left foot was right on my mouth and her right foot was mashing down my nose. She stayed like this for a long time as she continued to converse with the woman completely oblivious to my suffering beneath her.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the woman customer left and my wife wished her a good day. Then, after the woman left, my wife turned to face my feet but continued to stand full-weight on my aching face. Now her spike heels were digging into my forehead and her soles were mashing down my mouth and chin. My nose was trapped below the arch of her right foot. As she continued to stand on my face she leaned back against the counter as though to rest and crossed her left foot over her right and just stood there on one foot… all of her weight driving through that one foot into my crushed face. I would have cried out if her sole weren’t driving down hard on my mouth muffling any possible sound. As it was I just cried and endured in silence.

After a while, she straightened up and stood on both feet again and said, “You know, this is alright. I think I’m going to like this.”

Then she stepped forward onto my chest and continued walking right down off of me stepping hard on my outstretched hand in the process. As she walked away the stinging in my face just seemed to grow worse as the blood flow began to return to my tortured features.

In a short while, I heard another set of footsteps approaching. Carol’s boss, Betty, came into view. Betty is a little older than Carol. At 5′ 11″ she is a bit taller and at 135 lbs. a lot heavier. But, Betty was not overweight; she was just filled out better. She had full breasts, a narrow waist, and full round buttocks. Betty always dressed refined and ladylike. That means she always wore heels & hose and a dress or skirt & blouse combination. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the clunky combat boots many girls think are attractive. It was always a classic pump with stiletto spike heels of 3″ or more, or maybe sling-back pumps, or strappy sandals in season. Today she was wearing a blue skirt with a white blouse, dark coffee-colored hose, and navy blue sling-back pumps.

Betty was walking right towards me, but she wasn’t looking at me… I thought she was going to walk right up on me. Then, just as she got about a step away, she looked down and saw me.

“What in the world do we have here?” she said, and turned and motioned for Carol to come over. As Carol approached Betty said, “What is this all about?”

“That’s my floor mat,” said Carol.

“Your floor mat,” Betty repeated, “It looks like a man!”

“Well in the evening, he’s my husband, but during the day he is a floor mat. That’s his job,” Carol explained.

“His job!? Who pays him?” Betty inquired.

“Well, he is working to support me in my job, which provides our family income. Since he doesn’t work anywhere else this is a way for him to contribute and it makes it a lot easier for me to do my work. You know how hard it is on our feet standing around here all day, well he is much more comfortable to stand on than this old hard floor. See…” Carol said as she stepped up on my stomach and turned around to face Betty with her hands on her hips. I tried not to grunt as her feet suddenly jammed into my stomach and then twisted around. And then as she just stood there with her heels sinking into my stomach.

“Well that’s very fine and all, but you’re not the only one who may be working in this area,” Betty said.

“Sure, I understand,” Carol replied. “Everybody is welcome to use him. Just think of him as a mat on the floor.”

“Gee… I don’t know if this…” Betty started.

“Don’t worry!” said Carol. “Here I’ll get out of your way and you can try him out”. Carol then twisted around and walked up my torso and stepped on my face and then twisted around on it and stood facing her boss with both feet planted firmly on my face. Her spike heels dug into my forehead and her soles mashed down my mouth and chin. I felt my head sinking deep into the urethane mold as her shoes pressed hard into my face. I could just see past the arch of her right shoe up her shapely leg to the crotch of her panties towering so high above. How statuesque she looked perched atop my face.

“Oh my gosh!” Betty exclaimed. “You just walk right on his face like that. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts,” Carol replied. “But, that’s what he’s willing to endure to help support me. Go ahead. Step up. Don’t think about what he feels… he’s just doing his job. Think about how you feel having something soft to stand on.”

Betty then planted one foot firmly in my stomach and stepped right up to stand fully on me. I could tell right away she was heavier than Carol as her spike heels sank into my flesh. She began to walk around testing out her new carpet. She walked from my chest down to my thighs and then back up to stand on my chest. Then she turned around and did it all over again. With each step, I could feel her spike heels tearing into me. I would, no doubt, have groaned if Carol’s foot were not planted solidly on my mouth. After about three more trips over my body, she came to rest on my chest and said, “You know this really is very nice. That rubber mold he is lying in makes him very stable and easy to walk upon. I guess, as long as it doesn’t get to be a problem, you can keep him here. But, be warned, whenever I come by here I’ll walk all over him. And so will any of the other girls. In fact, I suspect when they find out about him they’ll be standing in line to get a turn on him.”

“That’s fine,” replied Carol. “As long as I can get some relief for my tired feet, I don’t mind if others find relief as well. By the way, why did you come by?”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Betty, “I was going to check out your register.”

“Be my guest,” said Carol, as she stepped down from my face. “He’s all yours”.