The Landlady

[dmd]

I had grown tired of living on campus and was determined to live off campus next year. Living in a dorm with the roommate from hell was just not for me. Finding a place to live off-campus was tough though - small apartments were expensive, and I didn't want to have multiple roommates. (One was hard enough.)

I settled on renting a room, and I had found an incredible deal. Monthly rent was cheap, and the food was included. The house was in a good location, and there were no other people - just the owner of the house. The deal was almost too good to be true though, and I soon found out why.

Ms. Perkins was a professional woman in her mid 30s. She kept an immaculate house, and was fanatical about keeping that way too. So this great room had an unusual set of rules assocatiated with it that took careful consideration. The rules looked simple enough:

- There is a curfew; if you are late, don't bother trying to get it.
- Don't abuse the furniture; use it for what it is intended.
- Clean up after yourself; don't leave things disorderly.
- Be honest and truthful.
- Help with chores on a regular basis.

Most people looking to rent to you just want to know how much money you are going to pay, and they collect a security deposit up front. Not Ms. Perkins - the rent was good, and if you agreed to these rules, then a security deposit wasn't needed. (If you didn't agree, she didn't rent to you - period.)

The first week was bliss - some light chores, good food at dinner, and a great environment.

The second week I started getting too comfortable, and Ms. Perkins had to remind me to not leave things on the floor, to take of some of the chores, etc. In retrospect these were not harsh requirements; I was just forgetful. Still I didn't like the nagging tone - it was like being in grade school.

One night I screwed up, and left some things by the front door. Ms. Perkins came in after dark, and stepped on my keyring before she could get the light on. I was laying on the floor of my bedroom when she came in and stood right in front of my face.

"You left your keys on the floor in the doorway."

"I'm sorry - I was in such a hurry I forgot to get my stuff."

"I understand your hurry, but I don't understand why you left your things on the floor in the first place. I keep asking you not to do that. This time, I stepped on them by accident and gouged the hardwood floor."

"Oh. I will go look to see how bad it is."

"You will look when I tell you to look. But right now we have a different problem. I'm tired of your disregard for the rules. Apparently my reminders are not enough. Since you choose to break the rules, I'm going to have to define a punishment."

She said that so sternly I gulped for air. I let out a weak "Yes Ms. Perkins?"

"I believe in let the punishment fit the crime. Since you like to leave things on the floor, I think that you should spend the weekend on the floor."

Silence passed.

"You will specifically be on the floor, underneath my feet. You will be at the door when I come in like your keys were. You will be my footrest. Wherever I am, you will be under me serving as my floor. I think that is the only way to drive this rule into you."

Now I was scared. "Maam, I think that is a little overboard. I can repair the damage to the floor, and I will not let it happen again. I really don't think-"

"Shut up already! If you intended to follow the rules, you wouldn't keep breaking them!" she hollered. "The rule is simple - break the rule, pay the price. This is your punishment, and if you don't like it, then leave!"

That was a powerful card. Housing had been tight. Finding a place to live now would be close to impossible. That, combined with her yelling and her towering over me made me feel vulnerable. She made her point, and now I felt compelled to accept the punishment.

"Yes or no - are you going to accept your responsibility, or do we start packing you up tonight for breaking the rules repeatedly?"

"Yes maam, I accept your punishment."

"Good. Because I was beginning to lose my patience there. Do what your told, accept the punishment for breaking the rules, and we'll be past this."

"May I ask a question?" I stammered.

"What"

I had been looking at her shoes, which were right in front of my face. She wore her shoes a lot in the house, usually some very nice high heels. This was weighing heavily on my mind. "I'm kind of concerned about you wearing shoes while you carry out the punishment. For example, these look like they could hurt me a bit."

She said "I will wear whatever shoes I would normally wear; it won't be easier or worse for you. You are just the floor for the weekend."

"I understand, but I don't want to be injured if you step down the wrong way or wear shoes like this."

She replied "I understand your fear, but you should have thought about that when you left all of those things on the floor. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

And with that, she dropped my keys on the floor in front of me, spun on her heel, and left the room. Each click of her high heels on the floor made me wince.

[asafarch]

Excellent story!! please continue. I am eagerly waiting to read. I can't wait.
thanks for your story.

[underyorfeet]

I love this kind of story. Please continue.

[platformsnasics]

My gosh. Please please please continue the story! Excellent.

[highheelsucker]

that was brill more more please:2guns:

[Lone Stranger]

Well, you've got me interested... by all means continue. My mouth is watering already.

Later~

[xtremek]

nice story sir, cant wait to hear the rest of it. That is a great plan for a story, nice idea =) ! could you describe the landlord a bit pls?

[Giblet]

Yeah, I'm ready. Hopefully, she doesn't mind getting her shoes dirty if she has a convienant doormat to use.

Cheers!

Giblet

[JoePublicUSA]

PLEASE GO ON!!!!!!!!!!!

[dmd]

Friday ..

"Your punishment starts this afternoon when I get home from work. Be sure you are here and ready" she said as she left the door in the morning.

It's hard to argue with somebody who is beautiful, and who has suddenly become such an imposing figure. I knew at a high level what the punishment was going to be, but the devil is always in the details, and I had no idea how this was going to play out. The day went slowly thinking about it.

I was home early Friday afternoons because of my class schedule. I waited pensively. I'd never really noticed what time she came in before, but now I had a reason to watch the clock. Around four the front door rattled and she came in. She walked through the livingroom without saying anything, almost like she had forgotten. On her second pass through the living room she addressed me:

"I need to pay some bills, so I'm going to be using the computer. That's where we are going to start. Bring a chair from the kitchen to the den."

Well, here it starts. I did as I was told, and brought the chair to her in the den. She moved the normal office chair out of the way.

"Lay on the floor here, with your head under the desk" she said as she motioned with her hand where she wanted me. "Face up too, oh and take your shirt off."

Now this was getting humiliating. I had to partially undress in front of her, and lay under her desk. She swiftly put the chair over me; it was a tight fit under the bottom rung.

She sat in the chair and placed her shoes on my bare chest. Her taste in shoes was always good - usually classic black pumps with a 3 inch heel. I let out a grunt as the spiked heels hit my chest and made their presence known

"Quiet. Floors don't make noises. Think about that the next time you leave something on the floor." She twisted a heel for emphasis.

She turned the computer on and started her paperwork. After a while she must have forgotten about me under there. There was a constant feeling of pain from her shoes - it wasn't intolerable, but I had to concentrate on my breathing to keep ahead of it. At times she would cross her legs and all of the weight would come down on one foot - that was hard to deal with. Other times she would unconciously rock backard on her heels, which was also hard. I couldn't believe this was my punishment and that she was actually carrying it out.

After a while she did remember me, and saw the red marks on my chest. "Hmm. I nearly forgot you were down there. Being a floor isn't easy, now is it?" I was going to answer but she moved a shoe over my mouth and pressed down. "Floors don't talk."

My god, the ball of her shoe was now on my face, right on my mouth! I had no idea where she had been walking with that. She had no regard for my dignity.

After a moment she took her shoe off my mouth and placed her feet at my sides. "Scoot a little closer" she said, motioning my face closer to the chair. I hesitated a moment, then proceded. She put her feet on the sides of my head - it was like she was thinking about placing the shoes directly on my upturned face.

With a hint of disgust on her face she slowly removed her feet from her shoes and placed them on my face. My world became the bottom of her stocking feet. They were moist, a mixture of sweat, nylons and leather. The balls of her feet covered my eyes, the heels of her feet covered my mouth. I could take air only through my nose, which was deeply immersed in her instep. The nylons gripped my feet tenaciously. This was one experience I didn't think I was going to be able to tolerate - the sensations were just overwhelming. When I slightly wiggled my face to try to break for some air, she responded by saying "Knock it off!" and pressing down harder with her feet.

And so there I was, my face pinned underneath the feet of my landlady, my only source of air being filtered through her instep. She got comfortable and proceeded to continue her paperwork and surfing the web while I suffered silently beneath her, serving as her floor.

[Ste Letto]

Superb stuff,

this is as good as anything I've read.

Don't be slow in writing more, it is excellent.

:theband:

[hhtr]

Great story !!!!!!!

Please continue soon......

hhtr

[JoePublicUSA]

Please continue!!!!!!

It's almost like you've extracted this fantasy from my own imagination!!!

[ladiesinsole]

Wonderful story, it reminds me of my student days, i did live with my land lady, but unfortunately nothing like this happened. Please continue.

[Aramis]

I agree with all the encouragements; please continue the story! It is well written, enjoyable, and exciting! I join the others in eagerly anticipating the next episode! This is very good.

[dmd]

I appreciate all of the replies ..

However writing takes time, and the free time is over for now. :-( Stay tuned ...

[iamopie321]

Wow! That is one of the best stories I have read in this forum in quite some time! You are an excellent writer and I think we all owe you a high five for sharing this with the rest of us. Thank you!

[Lone Stranger]

I am the first to agree... writing takes time. But, you do it well, so when the time allows... by all means continue.

Later~

[Laryywildman]

Absolutely fantastic! Please continue.

[dmd]

After what seemed to be forever, she removed her feet from my face, slipped them back into her shoes, stood up and started heading for the door of the room. "Bring the chair back to the kitchen." The computer was turned off, so I assumed that this phase of the punishment was done with. Privately, I was hoping that was going to be all. She had made her point.

She was waiting for me in the kitchen. I put the chair at the dining table, and then she motioned me to the sink. "I need to wash dishes. Lay on the floor in front of the sink."

Now I was experiencing fear. I slowly moved in front of the sink area and laid down on the floor.

"Face up" she barked. "Move down a little bit." When I was in final position, my rib cage was exactly where she would normally stand to wash the dishes. Which of course implied that she was going to stand on my rib cage.

"Maam, may I ask a question?"

"What?" she replied testily as she put one foot on my chest and rested it there. I could feel the sharp spiked heel already. The combination of the shoe and her leg was beautiful and powerful, yet very threatening.

"I don't think I cad handle you standing on me in shoes while you do the dishes. The shoes kind of hurt in the den, so this is going to be real bad."

"Listen. You kept breaking the rules about leaving stuff on the floor. This is the punishment. I usually wear shoes in the house, and I'm not going to change the routine for you. Like I said, let the punishment fit the crime, and this is just about perfect."

"But Maam, please, there must be something else I can do. I've never been under a woman's feet before, and I think I can handle that, but the shoes are going to be too much."

At this point she was annoyed - I was intefering with the nightly routine. "Alright. I'm not going to push it. I'll put on a more 'floor-friendly' pair of shoes while I do the dishes. I'll think of something else for you to do to make up for it later. But I don't want to hear any more complaints, or I'm going to make this worse."

With that she stepped off and went to the front door where her shoes were kept. She came back in wearing a pair of flats. The flats didn't have the threat of the spiked heel, but they did have a hard sole.

"You like these better?" she asked as she waved one over my face.

I answered 'Yes' in a hesitating way. It wasn't that I liked or disliked the shoes; it was a forced answer because she was menacing my face with them. I figured it would be best to answer her in the positive.

"Good. Show me how much you appreciate the change - kiss them." And with that, she pushed the sole of the shoe onto my lips and ground the sole on them. It would have been much easier if I had been left to kiss it of my own free will instead of having it ground on my face. After forcing the first kiss, she removed that shoe and put the other one on my face. "Equal treatment you know" she said as she forced me to kiss the second one.

Then, without warning, she just climbed up on my chest.

I knew the heels would have been excruciating and I'm glad she changed to something else, but I wasn't prepared for this either. She's an attractive woman; I don't know her weight because ladies don't say, but she isn't small. When she stepped up on my chest I lost all of my air and I had to start concentrating on breathing.

Within a minute I started to experience a burning sensation. The skin under the hard soles of her shoes didn't appreciate this, and I found myself putting all of my effort into not trying to shake her off of me. (Which probably would have been impossible anyway.) I was almost to the point of begging her to change her position and give me some relief. After a few minutes she did shift her weight a little bit, but that just made the new target of her punishment even worse off.

I alternated between watching her legs and the kitchen clock. From my vantage point her legs were beautiful to see. As she concentrated on the dishes she forgot about me under her feet, so my punishment was nearly entirely private. The simple act of her standing was enough to keep me on the edge. It was a long twenty minutes before she finally turned off the water and stepped back to dry her hands.

"Oh, nice prints on your chest" she mocked.

"It's time to make dinner. I think I want you in front of the stove now." I slid over into position again.

This phase of the punishment was a little different. To cook dinner one has to move around, and depending on what you are doing, you have to move around quite a bit. It was generally much easier than when she did the dishes because she kept getting up and getting down. Once in a while she shifted to the left or right, which either put her nearly on my neck or on my stomach.

As intent on her cooking as she was, she was being concious not to step on my crotch. One time she did, but I don't think she intended it and she didn't stay there long. It was a sudden hit though, and it took my breath away. After she moved I was thinking to myself, thanking G-d for two things - one that she didn't hit my balls, and two that she wasn't wearing the high heels.

Dinner was finished cooking, and she served two plates. She motioned me to the dining table, underneath the same chair I had just been under. She positioned me and the chair so that I would be face up, right where her feet would be. Of course she was still wearing shoes.

She tried putting both shoes on my face at the same time, but they didn't fit. She she left just her right foot on my face, and put the left one kind of on my neck. The hard sole was mashing my nice and my lips. It was also dirty from use outside. She ate her entire meal like this, and by the time she was done my face had been pretty abused by the shoe.

She stood up, removed the chair from me, and walked to the counter. Assuming I was going to eat, I stood up as well.

"What are you doing? Get back on the floor" she commanded.

Sheepishly I got back on the floor, face up.

"Here is your dinner." She set the plate down on the floor. "Roll over so you can eat; I'm not going to feed you" she said as she gave my side a gentle kick. I rolled over onto my stomach and got ready to eat. Other than for laying on the floor, it was dinner as usual.

Then, without notice I felt the chair on my back. She sat in the chair, and put her feet on my shoulders. Now it was uncomfortable to eat in this position.

"Is this really necessary?" I said indignantly.

She stood right up on my shoulders, which forced my face into the plate. The she lifted her right foot and put it on the side of my head, and stepped down, forcing my face into the plate even more. Now I was being crushed into my own dinner.

"Who are you to take that tone with me?" she said coolly. "You don't ever talk like that to me again. You especially don't talk like that to me when I'm stand ing on you with my foot over your head. Do you understand?"

"Yes Maam" I uttered meekly.

"I didn't hear you. Say it louder."

"Yes Mamm" I said again.

"Yes what?"

I was at a loss for words. What had started as an infraction of the house rules had turned into my landlady standing on my shoulders and head in her shoes, forcing my face into what was my dinner. Figuring I had crossed a line I shouldn't have, I started apologizing profusely for the initial incident, talking back, etc. I can't even remember all that I said.

"Good enough. Eat your dinner, then wash off. When you are done, meet me in the livingroom." With that she walked off.

And so I ate my dinner, part of on my face and in my hair, thinking about what was to come next.

[stompme1]

My friend, that could never be considered suffering! In my mind that was pure heaven! I wish i had a landlady like that, i would be breaking the rules all the time. Ummm...would any of the Ladies on this board want to be my LandLady?

[cave56]

WOW!
Great story dmd
Please continue when you have the time
Cave56

[BootWorshipper]

This story is very exciting and very well written. Please take as much time as you need to make sure your story gets even better then it already is. Keep up the wonderful work. :)

[Aramis]

I agree again with the previous responders; it's a great story and well written. Take whatever time you need to get the inspiration and all together for the next chapter. I really like this lady!!

[Lone Stranger]

This story just keeps getting better and better... I need to find me a landlady. I can't wait to see what happens in the living room.

Later~

[turbs]

Excellent story, I really enjoy your style of writing. Please keep it up.

turbs

[footmat2]

I have to say, you wrote a very strong and beutiful story!
Hope very much you write again.

I`m aware of how hard it is from time to time to write.

But here is my thanks!



:theband:

[flatworm00]

This is a great story and very well written...Keep it up I love the story and the content.

[trmpl_face]

Great story, man! Absolutely. Hardly can wait for the next part. Very nice and right on the point. Thanks. Great.

[JoePublicUSA]

DMD:

Any more yet? Please????????? :worship:

[cuznit]

This story rules!!!Cant wait to see more!Another story I really liked was "The Morning Ritual".Id love to see a sequel to that one.Dont remember who wrote it.

[Wokon by]

again, I'm digging up the past..

Any thing on this story's next chapture? you have been sitting at that dinner table for a few years.

Thank you for the writing so far.

[equidum]

We all remember some Lady whom we would have loved to see acting this way with us, but who unfortunately, never did ............... :-((

THKS

Equidum

[sivad]

we need the next part of this story soon as you can love it so far