wormee
06-05-2003, 9:33 AM
THE DOORMAT
I wake up in a stable, completely naked. My head is throbbing. The hay is coarse on my back and didn't make for a comfortable rest. I don't know where I am or why I'm here. I remember meeting a gorgeous woman at a bar last night. Damn! What was her name? Tracey? No Tina. Tall, brunette, a knock out. I couldn't believe my luck. We had a few drinks; I wasn't feeling too good. We hailed a cab. I just remembered how easily she hefted me into the cab. Guess I should've known. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in this stable with more questions than answers. It's morning and I have no idea were I am. Then Tina walks in. Her elegant evening gown has been replaced by a very intimidating black leather outfit, complete with tall, high-heeled boots.
"Good morning Gregory," she says almost sounding sincere. "And how are we today?"
I notice I have a collar around my neck with a long chain attached to the wall. "Where am I? What am I doing here?" I ask her.
"You've been enslaved my dear fellow," she says, her voice dark and smokey. "I am your taskmistress and you'll be obeying me from now on. Me and Lady Alicia."
"Lady Alicia?" I ask knowing I'd regret the answer.
"Yes, she is your new owner."
"You can't enslave me!" I protest.
"Oh, and what are you going to do about it?" she smiles with a confident grin. "Usually we break in our new slaves, but the lady's hosting a party tonight and we came up with the perfect task for you. It'll be easy, you just have to lie down."
Next thing I know I'm being dragged out of the stable and taken to the steps of an elegant manor house. Tina leads me by the chain on the collar, dragging me around like a dog. She won't let me get to my feet and I have to crawl behind her on all fours. The gravel of the courtyard is hard on my skin. It makes little cuts and scratches on my hands and knees. When we get to the door she orders me to lie down on my back atop the steps.
"What if I refuse?" I ask her.
"You want to refuse?" she says with anger in her voice. Whap! Her fist comes out and smashes me in the jaw, sending me to the ground. She is incredibly strong for a woman. It feels as if she's knocked a tooth loose, and I swear I tasted blood. "You want more of that?" she says to me. "Then refuse again. Let's see if I can take your head off with the next shot."
"Ok, Ok," I eagerly reply, not wanting to receive another blow like that. I lay my back against the cold stone steps and am shocked when Tina pulls out the manacles. She chains me up so I can not move. I can barely wiggle. What is going on here? Then the door opens up and there stands the lady of the house, Alicia. She's tall, blonde, very striking. She even looks very stern and serious.
"Oh, I see you have the doormat ready," she says looking down at me lying on the steps at her feet. "Let's try it out, shall we?" She takes a step forward and places one of her sharp stiletto heeled boots painfully upon my stomach She rests the other one on my chest. It feels as if my whole chest is about to collapse. Her heels bore right into me. I scream in pain, as I was sure they are just drilling right through my flesh and into the concrete below. But she pays no mind to my agony. She steps around a bit, each footfall causing another rack of pain, another tortured scream. Each footfall feels as if it will be the one to crush through my flesh to reach the steps below. She is looking me over, inspecting me. "Yes, this will do nicely," she says and stops walking around. She stands still finally and turns to Tina. "But do do something about his screaming."
"I'll try a gag, Lady," replies Tina.
"Thank you. The guests will be here shortly." Alicia takes one last look at me as she turns around and goes back into the house. She had spun on her heel, which had ground painfully into my chest. A final twist to pierce my body. I can see her give a little smile of amusement as she glances back at the red mark her heel had left in my chest. Finally, I can breath without her weight crushing down on my chest. I can just lay back and relax.
Or so I had think.
Afterwards a car pulls up in the driveway and out comes Alicia's first guest, a stunning red head who also wears spike-heeled boots. The front door is swung open and Alicia comes out to greet her first guest, standing on my chest. I try to writhe in pain, but my bonds hold me to tightly. I try to howl in pain, but Tina had already slapped a gag in my mouth before the guests had arrived. I am forced to endure the crushing pressure under Alicia's boots. And she did not care in the least.
"Gwendolyn," she chimes, greeting her guest. "You're early." Gwendolyn approaches her hostess and I can make out the sound of her boots crunching in the gravel as she nears. She pays no mind to me lying before her. She steps up onto the "door mat", but as Alicia is standing on my chest, she steps on the only free spot, my crotch! It is painful to feel her tall heels dig into my groin. First my chest endures the crushing of one woman's boots, and now my groin is added to the symphony of agony. I feel as if I will pass out from the pain, but I am not that lucky. The two embrace each other, leaning forward with their full weight focused on their toes that are pressing into my stomach. Gwendolyn has even trapped the head of my cock, squashing it under part of her boot. With my stomach being carelessly crushed like this, I can barely breathe. But I'm able to get relief when the ladies stopped hugging and rest back on their heels. Not that that is much better, having two pairs of spiked heels digging in your chest and crotch at the same time. As I lay suffering beneath their boots they start chatting about old times, not caring about the poor wretch who lays beneath their boots. So callous, and cruel. They finally decided to finish their talk inside the house and walk over my body. I enjoyed the relief as I hear the door shut above me.
But it is only too last for a little while. I notice there are servants lining up in the courtyard, expecting the arrival of more guests. And arrive they do. All of them women, most wearing boots, but definitely all wearing spike heels. After the first dozen pair of heels trampled across my body, I loose count. While some casually stride by ignoring what they were stepping on, (as if they cared) others seem to take great delight in my discomfort. They purposely step on my genitals, stepping hard to cause me great pain. Or they will stand on my chest and pretend to admire the architecture while grinding their heels into my flesh. One woman even steps on my throat as she enters and nearly crushes my windpipe. And Lady Alicia greets each one at the door.
One woman shows up and seems put off after stepping in some mud and getting it on her boots. She is afraid she'll track it into the house and all over Alicia's carpets.
"Just wipe it off on the door mat," says Alicia. The woman smiles and steps down on my face. She wipes her boot several times on it, until she's sure the mud is gone. She then enters the house by stepping right on my face with the first step. She takes her time stepping through, lingering as her full weight begins to crush my face beneath her, and then slowly steps through. Or maybe it just seemed so long.
Eventually the guests are all in for the party and I will be spared the agony of their heels for a little while at least. It has felt like I've been lying here for hours, enduring the agony of these ladies cruel desires. Seeming hours of being ripped to shreds by their deadly heels.
From inside the house I can hear music and laughter. They are having a good time in there. But then I also hear tortured screams followed by more laughing. Men's screams, if a man could make such an inhuman sound, and women's sadistic laughter. My God! Where am I? Some infernal hell where women enslave men and torture them for their own twisted pleasures? Are these she-devils, preying on our weaknesses? My thoughts are broken as another boot is pressed into my forehead. I look up to see that my new tormentor is Tina.
"Having fun slave?" she smirks, leaning forward and pressing down harder with her heel. She is a strong woman, as I can tell from the pressure she is exerting with but the simplest of movement. Her heel feels as if it will pierce right into my brain. But I can see it in her eyes, she won't do it. I fear it is only the beginning.
"Just wait until the party's over and they all come back out. I hear some of those ladies get pretty rowdy after a few drinks." She laughs and goes to tend to other business, leaving me to contemplate what she has said. The whole thing is rather frightening. I have no idea where I am, or why I was here, or what was to become of me. Was I doomed to serve forever as a human doormat for these insane women?
I wake up in a stable, completely naked. My head is throbbing. The hay is coarse on my back and didn't make for a comfortable rest. I don't know where I am or why I'm here. I remember meeting a gorgeous woman at a bar last night. Damn! What was her name? Tracey? No Tina. Tall, brunette, a knock out. I couldn't believe my luck. We had a few drinks; I wasn't feeling too good. We hailed a cab. I just remembered how easily she hefted me into the cab. Guess I should've known. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in this stable with more questions than answers. It's morning and I have no idea were I am. Then Tina walks in. Her elegant evening gown has been replaced by a very intimidating black leather outfit, complete with tall, high-heeled boots.
"Good morning Gregory," she says almost sounding sincere. "And how are we today?"
I notice I have a collar around my neck with a long chain attached to the wall. "Where am I? What am I doing here?" I ask her.
"You've been enslaved my dear fellow," she says, her voice dark and smokey. "I am your taskmistress and you'll be obeying me from now on. Me and Lady Alicia."
"Lady Alicia?" I ask knowing I'd regret the answer.
"Yes, she is your new owner."
"You can't enslave me!" I protest.
"Oh, and what are you going to do about it?" she smiles with a confident grin. "Usually we break in our new slaves, but the lady's hosting a party tonight and we came up with the perfect task for you. It'll be easy, you just have to lie down."
Next thing I know I'm being dragged out of the stable and taken to the steps of an elegant manor house. Tina leads me by the chain on the collar, dragging me around like a dog. She won't let me get to my feet and I have to crawl behind her on all fours. The gravel of the courtyard is hard on my skin. It makes little cuts and scratches on my hands and knees. When we get to the door she orders me to lie down on my back atop the steps.
"What if I refuse?" I ask her.
"You want to refuse?" she says with anger in her voice. Whap! Her fist comes out and smashes me in the jaw, sending me to the ground. She is incredibly strong for a woman. It feels as if she's knocked a tooth loose, and I swear I tasted blood. "You want more of that?" she says to me. "Then refuse again. Let's see if I can take your head off with the next shot."
"Ok, Ok," I eagerly reply, not wanting to receive another blow like that. I lay my back against the cold stone steps and am shocked when Tina pulls out the manacles. She chains me up so I can not move. I can barely wiggle. What is going on here? Then the door opens up and there stands the lady of the house, Alicia. She's tall, blonde, very striking. She even looks very stern and serious.
"Oh, I see you have the doormat ready," she says looking down at me lying on the steps at her feet. "Let's try it out, shall we?" She takes a step forward and places one of her sharp stiletto heeled boots painfully upon my stomach She rests the other one on my chest. It feels as if my whole chest is about to collapse. Her heels bore right into me. I scream in pain, as I was sure they are just drilling right through my flesh and into the concrete below. But she pays no mind to my agony. She steps around a bit, each footfall causing another rack of pain, another tortured scream. Each footfall feels as if it will be the one to crush through my flesh to reach the steps below. She is looking me over, inspecting me. "Yes, this will do nicely," she says and stops walking around. She stands still finally and turns to Tina. "But do do something about his screaming."
"I'll try a gag, Lady," replies Tina.
"Thank you. The guests will be here shortly." Alicia takes one last look at me as she turns around and goes back into the house. She had spun on her heel, which had ground painfully into my chest. A final twist to pierce my body. I can see her give a little smile of amusement as she glances back at the red mark her heel had left in my chest. Finally, I can breath without her weight crushing down on my chest. I can just lay back and relax.
Or so I had think.
Afterwards a car pulls up in the driveway and out comes Alicia's first guest, a stunning red head who also wears spike-heeled boots. The front door is swung open and Alicia comes out to greet her first guest, standing on my chest. I try to writhe in pain, but my bonds hold me to tightly. I try to howl in pain, but Tina had already slapped a gag in my mouth before the guests had arrived. I am forced to endure the crushing pressure under Alicia's boots. And she did not care in the least.
"Gwendolyn," she chimes, greeting her guest. "You're early." Gwendolyn approaches her hostess and I can make out the sound of her boots crunching in the gravel as she nears. She pays no mind to me lying before her. She steps up onto the "door mat", but as Alicia is standing on my chest, she steps on the only free spot, my crotch! It is painful to feel her tall heels dig into my groin. First my chest endures the crushing of one woman's boots, and now my groin is added to the symphony of agony. I feel as if I will pass out from the pain, but I am not that lucky. The two embrace each other, leaning forward with their full weight focused on their toes that are pressing into my stomach. Gwendolyn has even trapped the head of my cock, squashing it under part of her boot. With my stomach being carelessly crushed like this, I can barely breathe. But I'm able to get relief when the ladies stopped hugging and rest back on their heels. Not that that is much better, having two pairs of spiked heels digging in your chest and crotch at the same time. As I lay suffering beneath their boots they start chatting about old times, not caring about the poor wretch who lays beneath their boots. So callous, and cruel. They finally decided to finish their talk inside the house and walk over my body. I enjoyed the relief as I hear the door shut above me.
But it is only too last for a little while. I notice there are servants lining up in the courtyard, expecting the arrival of more guests. And arrive they do. All of them women, most wearing boots, but definitely all wearing spike heels. After the first dozen pair of heels trampled across my body, I loose count. While some casually stride by ignoring what they were stepping on, (as if they cared) others seem to take great delight in my discomfort. They purposely step on my genitals, stepping hard to cause me great pain. Or they will stand on my chest and pretend to admire the architecture while grinding their heels into my flesh. One woman even steps on my throat as she enters and nearly crushes my windpipe. And Lady Alicia greets each one at the door.
One woman shows up and seems put off after stepping in some mud and getting it on her boots. She is afraid she'll track it into the house and all over Alicia's carpets.
"Just wipe it off on the door mat," says Alicia. The woman smiles and steps down on my face. She wipes her boot several times on it, until she's sure the mud is gone. She then enters the house by stepping right on my face with the first step. She takes her time stepping through, lingering as her full weight begins to crush my face beneath her, and then slowly steps through. Or maybe it just seemed so long.
Eventually the guests are all in for the party and I will be spared the agony of their heels for a little while at least. It has felt like I've been lying here for hours, enduring the agony of these ladies cruel desires. Seeming hours of being ripped to shreds by their deadly heels.
From inside the house I can hear music and laughter. They are having a good time in there. But then I also hear tortured screams followed by more laughing. Men's screams, if a man could make such an inhuman sound, and women's sadistic laughter. My God! Where am I? Some infernal hell where women enslave men and torture them for their own twisted pleasures? Are these she-devils, preying on our weaknesses? My thoughts are broken as another boot is pressed into my forehead. I look up to see that my new tormentor is Tina.
"Having fun slave?" she smirks, leaning forward and pressing down harder with her heel. She is a strong woman, as I can tell from the pressure she is exerting with but the simplest of movement. Her heel feels as if it will pierce right into my brain. But I can see it in her eyes, she won't do it. I fear it is only the beginning.
"Just wait until the party's over and they all come back out. I hear some of those ladies get pretty rowdy after a few drinks." She laughs and goes to tend to other business, leaving me to contemplate what she has said. The whole thing is rather frightening. I have no idea where I am, or why I was here, or what was to become of me. Was I doomed to serve forever as a human doormat for these insane women?