crushed101
11-17-2009, 11:01 AM
I began to write this more than a year ago, but had to go to France to complete a project for a client and eventually stayed for nearly 8 months. I’m back home now in my beloved Norfolk village so will continue to tell of my experiences here and also to let you know what happened when I went to meet the Midland Girls and their friends.
Some months ago I was asked by Jenny’s mum, who I now know as Diana, if I would help out at future fund raising event. She said it would be something I’d enjoy but gave me no further details. Well, last week this took place and this is what happened.
Each year about thirty of the women from around the village meet to arrange events to raise funds for local projects like computers for the village junior school and days out for the elderly residents. At their meetings they would also raise money by having a prize draw or similar but this year Diana wanted to do something completely different. And so she explained what she had in mind when I arrived at her home, the venue for this years get together.
She asked if I would be willing to lie down near the door in the entrance hall and as the guests arrived they would be asked to make a donation in return for me licking the soles and heels of their shoes. I thought this is going to be pretty dirty work given the foul weather of late and the fact it was still raining outside but after a few moments I agreed as it was all in the name of charity. Jenny came through with a large towel and suggested I lie on that and the women could then wipe their shoes dry on it after I had licked them before walking through to the lounge.
I took off my jacket and Jenny suggested I also remove my shirt, which I did, before laying down close to the front door. It wasn’t long before the first guest arrived. Jenny stepped over me and greeted the young lady who I recognised as the gym teacher from the junior school. Being the sporty type, she was wearing her regulation track suit and white leather running shoes. She stared down at me with a look of amazement in her eyes as I heard Jenny explain,
“For a small donation he will lick the dirt off the bottom of your shoes”. This caused her to burst out laughing but none the less she reached into her pocket and opened her purse. She gave Jenny a few pound coins and then planted her right foot over my mouth. I carefully held the toe and heel of her shoe in my hands and began to lick the dirt from the deep tread soles. There wasn’t the time to make a real good job of this, with so many more guests due to arrive, so after about two minutes I was done.
She wiped her shoes on the towel and I expected her then to go through to the meeting room but to my surprise Jenny stopped her and said, “For another small donation you can stand on him as well”. The girl looked at Jenny who just raised an eyebrow, as if daring her to try it, but within seconds she was standing on my chest, fishing in her purse for some loose change. She held Jenny’s arm for balance and then giggled some more before finally stepping off. She took a moment to look down at the tread marks set in my skin before walking off.
The next to arrive were two women around Diana’s age. One was wearing tan coloured leather knee high boots, the other a pair of black court shoes. They were both willing to make a donation and while they chatted to their host I licked the soles of their dirty footwear clean. However, only one of the women wanted to try standing on me and she seemed to take great pleasure in watching me wheeze as she stepped on my stomach and let the chunky heels of her boots sink into my soft flesh. She stayed in place for a few minutes until there was another knock at the door.
Over the next half hour I must have licked another ten pairs of shoes and boots clean, about 50% of the guests also had a go at standing on me. For those who were a little apprehensive, Jenny was always willing to show them how it’s done. Her pointy toed shoes had quite a sharp heel but that didn’t bother her at all, after all she couldn’t feel the pain that I could.
Towards the end of the arrivals a rather large unattractive women came in who looked to be around 18 stone (250lbs). She was wearing a pair of cork soled wedge sandals which were filthy from the walk through the village. At Jenny’s invitation she made a small donation and then dropped her foot heavily on my face and demanded “Lick my shoes clean then”. I recovered from being stamped in the face and held her left foot and began to lick the mud with my parched tongue but she didn’t seem too pleased with my efforts. After just a minute she pulled her foot away and planted the right foot on my mouth. By now she had noticed the red marks on my body and worked out that people had also been standing on me. I was praying Jenny would be sensible now and not offer her the chance to stand on me but before either of us had the chance to say another word she looked down and snarled “If you don’t clean this one properly I’m going to crush you” and then burst out laughing. By now I was licking like my life depended on it and I thought I had made a pretty good job having got all the dirt out of the tread pattern on the sole. However, she had other ideas. As soon as I finished she moved her right foot on to my chest and looked at Jenny. “Shall I” she said. At first we thought she was joking and for a moment Jenny was lost for words but then looked down at my face and just nodded her head. With that the huge woman heaved her weight on to me and stood with both feet squarely on my chest. Although it wasn’t as bad as being run over by a small car it was still very difficult for me to breathe. I had to grit me teeth as she wobbled a bit but she was amused to see my face go red. She laughed in Jenny’s direction before saying “Well I did warn him”. She was still laughing when she stepped off and made her way through to the meeting.
I rolled on to my side and for a moment Jenny must have taken pity on me.
“Are you all right” she asked
“Just give me a while and I’ll be OK” I replied
I was still in my recovery position when there was another knock at the door. The last to arrive were three women who looked to be in their mid thirties and by the sounds of their slurred speech, had probably been in the village pub for a few glasses of wine before coming over. A very attractive blonde glanced down and asked if I was all right. Jenny quickly explained the purpose of me lying on the floor and all agreed they should have their boots and shoes licked before they went through to the lounge. The blonde stepped forward first and offered me her black suede ankle boot to clean. The heel was about one inch square and I thought I would start there. I happily sucked the mud off whilst they all chatted together and then moved on to the sole, which was smooth and easy to clean. First the right foot and then the left. Satisfied her boots were clean she stepped back and allowed her friend to place to sole of her strappy sandal on my face. She seemed a little unsteady but I completed my task in about two minutes. The third waited patiently for her turn. She was wearing knee high leather riding boots with a low heel. I hoped she hadn’t worn them to the stable as you just don’t know what could be caked to the bottom. Luckily they weren’t too bad but the leather sole was very course against my tongue.
Whilst I was finishing off the last of these three Jenny had gone through to the lounge and returned with four glasses of white wine, one for herself, the others for her guests. They all accepted the drinks happily and were now in high spirits. It was at this point they were told of the second part of the offer, to which they all burst out laughing. The girl with the riding boots had removed her coat and was standing nearest to me. I could see from my prone position she had a beautiful slim figure and her designer dress showed this off to good effect. Standing about 5ft 8ins I recon she was only about eight and a half stone (120lbs). She fumbled in her purse and handed over some money before asking Jenny
“Anywhere?”
“Sure, anywhere you like” replied Jenny, thinking she would choose either my stomach or chest. But to everyone’s shock she avoided the red welts on my body and stepped straight on to me head, crushing it in to the expensive carpet. My ear was ringing under the heel of her boot but I could still make out the sounds of their laughter. She must have grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her forward as the next thing I felt was another pair of feet setting down on my chest. They stood in position for about three minutes, sipping their wine and totally ignoring my plight. Eventually they must have lost their balance and kind of fell off. It was the girl with the strappy sandals who had been standing on my chest. They all giggled some more and decided to go through to the meeting until the blonde with the ankle boots pointed out she hadn’t had her turn yet. She quickly jumped on to me and allowed her heels to dig deep in to my chest as she threw her head back and finished her wine.
Once the meeting had started Jenny helped me up to a sitting position and offered me a drink. I gratefully accepted a bottle of chilled water and took my time drinking it and recovering from my ordeal. I sat there for quite a while until Diana came out to see how things had gone. Jenny had counted up the money from donations and both women were please with what had been collected. Then Diana looked down at me and said “Oh, but I haven’t had a go yet”. I looked down at her feet, at the black strappy dress shoes with the metal tipped heel and thought my body just couldn’t take them right now. She quickly realised where I was looking and must have read my mind.
“You like my Italian leather boots, don’t you” she said. “I’ll go and get them and my purse”.
She returned moments later carrying the boots she had worn when she stomped me in the kitchen some time ago. She sat in a nearby chair, delicately removed her shoes and slipped her boots on, careful not to snag her tights as she zipped them up. She handed over the customary donation to her daughter whilst I took up my position back on the floor. The soles and heels were pretty clean and didn’t require much licking but I thought I should give her value for her money. She examined my work with a smile before handing over a few more coins to Jenny and took a moment to decide where she would place her right foot. The red sores on my chest didn’t deter her and in seconds Diana’s full weight was bearing down on me. She seemed happy to be trampling me again and moved around my body whilst holding her daughter’s arm for balance. I felt relaxed under this beautiful woman and watched as those stylish boots walked over me. She could see there was calm on my face but then a glint of evil appeared in her eyes.
“Can I hurt you, like I did before” she asked. I knew what she wanted to do and I felt I was in no position to deny her this pleasure. I gently nodded my head and braced myself for what was to come. Immediately she raised het right foot and stamped down hard, the heel of her boot crashing in to my rib cage. I closed my eyes and tried to take a breath but her foot was already raised, ready for another crushing blow. She was determined to make each stomp harder than the last until finally, after eight or nine powerful blows I gave in and grabbed her foot. In a stern voice she told me to let go, which I did with much trepidation. She slowly lowered her foot back on to my chest before using her left foot to turn my head to the side. The pressure build-up was slow but then it didn’t take long before Diana was standing full weight on my head. Once again my ears were ringing and I could not make out the words she shared with her daughter. Finally she stepped off, gave Jenny a sweet kiss on the cheek and said,
“I’ll be back later when we are finished”
I soon found out what the two were discussing whilst Diana was standing on my head. In an effort to get a few more pounds out of their guests they want me to lay down right by the door and allow all of the women to tread on me on their way out. I had about an hour to recover and although my whole body ached I agreed with Jenny to stay. I sat in the chair for a while and was brought some light food and another bottle of water.
Around 10pm Diana came through and said that everybody would be leaving now. I eased myself out of the chair and took up position by the door. Everybody seemed very relaxed, chatting among themselves as they collected their coats but nobody seemed surprised to see me laying by the exit. One by one they dropped a few coins in the collecting bowl and without exception they all trod on me, some on my body, a few on my face. One women even split my lips but didn’t seem to care in the slightest, not even looking back down to see what damage she might have done. The fat woman chose to crush my stomach. As the last of the ladies left, Jenny stepped up on to my chest to wave the last goodbyes.
It was around 10.30 by the time I left. Jenny and Diana gave me a kiss on each cheek and thanked me for everything I had done for them this evening. Their warm smiles assured me they were genuine in their gratitude but as I walk back through the village I was sure this wouldn’t be the last time I would see the wicked side of these women.
I'll write again soon, promise. C1k
Some months ago I was asked by Jenny’s mum, who I now know as Diana, if I would help out at future fund raising event. She said it would be something I’d enjoy but gave me no further details. Well, last week this took place and this is what happened.
Each year about thirty of the women from around the village meet to arrange events to raise funds for local projects like computers for the village junior school and days out for the elderly residents. At their meetings they would also raise money by having a prize draw or similar but this year Diana wanted to do something completely different. And so she explained what she had in mind when I arrived at her home, the venue for this years get together.
She asked if I would be willing to lie down near the door in the entrance hall and as the guests arrived they would be asked to make a donation in return for me licking the soles and heels of their shoes. I thought this is going to be pretty dirty work given the foul weather of late and the fact it was still raining outside but after a few moments I agreed as it was all in the name of charity. Jenny came through with a large towel and suggested I lie on that and the women could then wipe their shoes dry on it after I had licked them before walking through to the lounge.
I took off my jacket and Jenny suggested I also remove my shirt, which I did, before laying down close to the front door. It wasn’t long before the first guest arrived. Jenny stepped over me and greeted the young lady who I recognised as the gym teacher from the junior school. Being the sporty type, she was wearing her regulation track suit and white leather running shoes. She stared down at me with a look of amazement in her eyes as I heard Jenny explain,
“For a small donation he will lick the dirt off the bottom of your shoes”. This caused her to burst out laughing but none the less she reached into her pocket and opened her purse. She gave Jenny a few pound coins and then planted her right foot over my mouth. I carefully held the toe and heel of her shoe in my hands and began to lick the dirt from the deep tread soles. There wasn’t the time to make a real good job of this, with so many more guests due to arrive, so after about two minutes I was done.
She wiped her shoes on the towel and I expected her then to go through to the meeting room but to my surprise Jenny stopped her and said, “For another small donation you can stand on him as well”. The girl looked at Jenny who just raised an eyebrow, as if daring her to try it, but within seconds she was standing on my chest, fishing in her purse for some loose change. She held Jenny’s arm for balance and then giggled some more before finally stepping off. She took a moment to look down at the tread marks set in my skin before walking off.
The next to arrive were two women around Diana’s age. One was wearing tan coloured leather knee high boots, the other a pair of black court shoes. They were both willing to make a donation and while they chatted to their host I licked the soles of their dirty footwear clean. However, only one of the women wanted to try standing on me and she seemed to take great pleasure in watching me wheeze as she stepped on my stomach and let the chunky heels of her boots sink into my soft flesh. She stayed in place for a few minutes until there was another knock at the door.
Over the next half hour I must have licked another ten pairs of shoes and boots clean, about 50% of the guests also had a go at standing on me. For those who were a little apprehensive, Jenny was always willing to show them how it’s done. Her pointy toed shoes had quite a sharp heel but that didn’t bother her at all, after all she couldn’t feel the pain that I could.
Towards the end of the arrivals a rather large unattractive women came in who looked to be around 18 stone (250lbs). She was wearing a pair of cork soled wedge sandals which were filthy from the walk through the village. At Jenny’s invitation she made a small donation and then dropped her foot heavily on my face and demanded “Lick my shoes clean then”. I recovered from being stamped in the face and held her left foot and began to lick the mud with my parched tongue but she didn’t seem too pleased with my efforts. After just a minute she pulled her foot away and planted the right foot on my mouth. By now she had noticed the red marks on my body and worked out that people had also been standing on me. I was praying Jenny would be sensible now and not offer her the chance to stand on me but before either of us had the chance to say another word she looked down and snarled “If you don’t clean this one properly I’m going to crush you” and then burst out laughing. By now I was licking like my life depended on it and I thought I had made a pretty good job having got all the dirt out of the tread pattern on the sole. However, she had other ideas. As soon as I finished she moved her right foot on to my chest and looked at Jenny. “Shall I” she said. At first we thought she was joking and for a moment Jenny was lost for words but then looked down at my face and just nodded her head. With that the huge woman heaved her weight on to me and stood with both feet squarely on my chest. Although it wasn’t as bad as being run over by a small car it was still very difficult for me to breathe. I had to grit me teeth as she wobbled a bit but she was amused to see my face go red. She laughed in Jenny’s direction before saying “Well I did warn him”. She was still laughing when she stepped off and made her way through to the meeting.
I rolled on to my side and for a moment Jenny must have taken pity on me.
“Are you all right” she asked
“Just give me a while and I’ll be OK” I replied
I was still in my recovery position when there was another knock at the door. The last to arrive were three women who looked to be in their mid thirties and by the sounds of their slurred speech, had probably been in the village pub for a few glasses of wine before coming over. A very attractive blonde glanced down and asked if I was all right. Jenny quickly explained the purpose of me lying on the floor and all agreed they should have their boots and shoes licked before they went through to the lounge. The blonde stepped forward first and offered me her black suede ankle boot to clean. The heel was about one inch square and I thought I would start there. I happily sucked the mud off whilst they all chatted together and then moved on to the sole, which was smooth and easy to clean. First the right foot and then the left. Satisfied her boots were clean she stepped back and allowed her friend to place to sole of her strappy sandal on my face. She seemed a little unsteady but I completed my task in about two minutes. The third waited patiently for her turn. She was wearing knee high leather riding boots with a low heel. I hoped she hadn’t worn them to the stable as you just don’t know what could be caked to the bottom. Luckily they weren’t too bad but the leather sole was very course against my tongue.
Whilst I was finishing off the last of these three Jenny had gone through to the lounge and returned with four glasses of white wine, one for herself, the others for her guests. They all accepted the drinks happily and were now in high spirits. It was at this point they were told of the second part of the offer, to which they all burst out laughing. The girl with the riding boots had removed her coat and was standing nearest to me. I could see from my prone position she had a beautiful slim figure and her designer dress showed this off to good effect. Standing about 5ft 8ins I recon she was only about eight and a half stone (120lbs). She fumbled in her purse and handed over some money before asking Jenny
“Anywhere?”
“Sure, anywhere you like” replied Jenny, thinking she would choose either my stomach or chest. But to everyone’s shock she avoided the red welts on my body and stepped straight on to me head, crushing it in to the expensive carpet. My ear was ringing under the heel of her boot but I could still make out the sounds of their laughter. She must have grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her forward as the next thing I felt was another pair of feet setting down on my chest. They stood in position for about three minutes, sipping their wine and totally ignoring my plight. Eventually they must have lost their balance and kind of fell off. It was the girl with the strappy sandals who had been standing on my chest. They all giggled some more and decided to go through to the meeting until the blonde with the ankle boots pointed out she hadn’t had her turn yet. She quickly jumped on to me and allowed her heels to dig deep in to my chest as she threw her head back and finished her wine.
Once the meeting had started Jenny helped me up to a sitting position and offered me a drink. I gratefully accepted a bottle of chilled water and took my time drinking it and recovering from my ordeal. I sat there for quite a while until Diana came out to see how things had gone. Jenny had counted up the money from donations and both women were please with what had been collected. Then Diana looked down at me and said “Oh, but I haven’t had a go yet”. I looked down at her feet, at the black strappy dress shoes with the metal tipped heel and thought my body just couldn’t take them right now. She quickly realised where I was looking and must have read my mind.
“You like my Italian leather boots, don’t you” she said. “I’ll go and get them and my purse”.
She returned moments later carrying the boots she had worn when she stomped me in the kitchen some time ago. She sat in a nearby chair, delicately removed her shoes and slipped her boots on, careful not to snag her tights as she zipped them up. She handed over the customary donation to her daughter whilst I took up my position back on the floor. The soles and heels were pretty clean and didn’t require much licking but I thought I should give her value for her money. She examined my work with a smile before handing over a few more coins to Jenny and took a moment to decide where she would place her right foot. The red sores on my chest didn’t deter her and in seconds Diana’s full weight was bearing down on me. She seemed happy to be trampling me again and moved around my body whilst holding her daughter’s arm for balance. I felt relaxed under this beautiful woman and watched as those stylish boots walked over me. She could see there was calm on my face but then a glint of evil appeared in her eyes.
“Can I hurt you, like I did before” she asked. I knew what she wanted to do and I felt I was in no position to deny her this pleasure. I gently nodded my head and braced myself for what was to come. Immediately she raised het right foot and stamped down hard, the heel of her boot crashing in to my rib cage. I closed my eyes and tried to take a breath but her foot was already raised, ready for another crushing blow. She was determined to make each stomp harder than the last until finally, after eight or nine powerful blows I gave in and grabbed her foot. In a stern voice she told me to let go, which I did with much trepidation. She slowly lowered her foot back on to my chest before using her left foot to turn my head to the side. The pressure build-up was slow but then it didn’t take long before Diana was standing full weight on my head. Once again my ears were ringing and I could not make out the words she shared with her daughter. Finally she stepped off, gave Jenny a sweet kiss on the cheek and said,
“I’ll be back later when we are finished”
I soon found out what the two were discussing whilst Diana was standing on my head. In an effort to get a few more pounds out of their guests they want me to lay down right by the door and allow all of the women to tread on me on their way out. I had about an hour to recover and although my whole body ached I agreed with Jenny to stay. I sat in the chair for a while and was brought some light food and another bottle of water.
Around 10pm Diana came through and said that everybody would be leaving now. I eased myself out of the chair and took up position by the door. Everybody seemed very relaxed, chatting among themselves as they collected their coats but nobody seemed surprised to see me laying by the exit. One by one they dropped a few coins in the collecting bowl and without exception they all trod on me, some on my body, a few on my face. One women even split my lips but didn’t seem to care in the slightest, not even looking back down to see what damage she might have done. The fat woman chose to crush my stomach. As the last of the ladies left, Jenny stepped up on to my chest to wave the last goodbyes.
It was around 10.30 by the time I left. Jenny and Diana gave me a kiss on each cheek and thanked me for everything I had done for them this evening. Their warm smiles assured me they were genuine in their gratitude but as I walk back through the village I was sure this wouldn’t be the last time I would see the wicked side of these women.
I'll write again soon, promise. C1k