trampleme
08-09-2003, 8:42 AM
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My Job at 1st Savings Part II
It was lunch time. My ribs were so sore from Laura trampling I needed a place to hide and re-cooperate before the next shift began so I was sitting under the table in the lunch room eating a sandwich I purchased from the vending machine when Mrs. Winters came in. She bent down to see me take my first bite out of the sandwich when she said "Are you hiding from us Mr.
Johnson? You cannot eat your own food Mr. Johnson. Your a slave now and slaves don’t eat for themselves. Myself, or one of our employees must feed you. Your on a strict diet now slave. Here come out from under there.
I crawled out and she opened her hand for me to place my sandwich in. As I did this she emptied the remains of my sandwich in the garbage and dusted her hands off. Give me any other money you might be carrying Mr. Johnson..
You will not have any money unless its your day off. You have waved the right to own anything until your employment ends. And that is when we see fit. I handed over my wallet and keys to my car. I frowned. I’m stuck here aren’t I Miss Winters? Yes you are and my name is not Miss Winters anymore, its Mistress just like the other ladies here at 1st Savings. Now Lay under my chair on your back.
As I did this she placed her patent leather pumps on my chest and began eating her lunch. I have already made a lunch for you slave she said. She pulled her shoe off to reveal the nicest
set of red painted toes I have ever seen. I watch in awe as the shoe slipped slowly off and revealed them in full light. She wriggled them a bit in front of my face and waved them under my nose a bit saying open your mouth slave.
I did this and noticed that still inside her shoe was a flattened piece of bread that was once a sandwich. I made it just for you. She peeled it out from inside the shoe and stuffed the whole sandwich into my mouth. It tasted so foul and I could smell the sandwich as it entered my mouth too. It stank of feet sweat and tasted of peanut butter and jam with traces of hot sweaty shoe leather and foul pieces of stones and residue from the floor.
I chewed it hungrily and swallowed it. She patted my head and
said that’s a good slave. Other women finally entered the lunch room to see me and Miss Winters …um Imean Mistress Winters introduced me to them. Laura smiled at me and Jenny sat beside Mistress Winters.
She had open toe mules on and her toe wiggled from them as I had a perfect view from under the table. She snapped her fingers and I immediately began kissing her feet all over. Lick them too she said.
I stuck my tongue out and licked even strokes up and down the tops and the sides of her shoe. It was so erotic I was harder then I ever was before. Jenny was such a beautiful woman. I
felt so good kissing her shoes. Suck the toes through the shoes she said next.
I laid flat on the floor eye level to her shoes and took the whole
toe part of her shoe into my mouth. It was hard to do in this position but I managed to suck on each of her toes one at a time lifting them up from the edge of the shoe into my mouth. They were salty and sweaty and I ingested more stone and dust from in between them.
Michelle tapped Jenny on the shoulder and said hey! Stop hogging him. I’m finished my lunch and want a try. She dragged me by the hair to her side of the room. Put your face here she said pointing at the chair she was sitting on. I immediately
planted my head into the chair face up and laid in front of it hands on the floor. I felt so humiliated in front of all these ladies.
Just then Michelle lifted her skirt up to reveal her panties. They were white with pink lace around the thigh and waist band. She straddled my head and lowered herself on to my face wedging my nose up between her pretty panty covered cheeks. My face fell flat into the chair and sunk deep as she lean back and relaxed on me. It was so dark and I could not move my head to any
direction. Her ass smelled a bit from her last movement and the panties kept the smell close. I tried to inhale as it was getting hard to breath under her ass and the air was cut off by the pressing of her ass against my nose.
I struggled a bit as there was literally no air at all then a inch to
the left and finally I got a fraction of air to breath and I took as deep of a breath as I could. This lady sat there for the entire 30 min break on my face having a cigarette. She butted the ashes on my bare flesh nipples. Each hot ash made me scream but the sounds were muffled by her ass I was trapped under.
I moaned and wriggled beneath her and prayed that soon she
would lift up. Finally she did. She stood and walked away quickly. Her heels clicked as she left the room. I was alone there was no one else around. I could not see for a brief min as the pressure of her sitting on me so long hurt my eyes and I could only see in a haze of red blurry reflections.
After I got focused I got up and walked to the working area of
the bank. Janet was in the safe counting. She made me lay on the floor of the safe. She smiled saying not a word and began to step on my chest with her 5 inch pumps. The heel sank into my chest and I screamed in terror as the pain shot through my entire body. My mouth was muffled by a well worn pair of socks that one of the girls used daily when she wore them over her
nylon coming into bank. Tears flowed down my cheeks as she relentlessly trampled my entire body.
She reached for box number 11 and stood over my
stomach leaning back once in a while sinking her heels deeper as she paid no attention to where she was standing. After 10 mins. She walked up to my chest over my breast bone and stood there counting floats out of box number 31. 10 more mins went by when she walked up to my face and stood with both feet on my face. I could not see. Both the soles of her shoes were covering my eyes and her heels as sharp as they were were piercing my cheeks and scraping my gums. They were bleeding. Oh God will she ever get off??? It hurt so much.
I trembled in pain trying to see from under her shoes. No
use. Trapped here. Ahhhhh…… I screamed again spitting out the socks when she said shut up and shoved her heel into my mouth. Suck on this or I’ll jam my heel down your throat. I sucked as the weight was shifted to the right side of my face. It felt like I was on fire. I wriggled and kicked my feet a bit but sucked on her heel. She finally stepped off my face and
walked out of the safe like I wasn’t even there.
I sat up and felt my face. There was a perfect indentation of her heel deep into my face. Blood was oozing from my mouth from the bleeding gums. I was so tired and weary when
Mistress Winters came in and said " There you are!" Here’s your
pay stub Mr. Johnson. You get paid daily here at 1st Savings. Of course you know you will not see any of this money until I let you go. And that should be in …oh about six months or so. She laugh an left the vault.
My watch said 4:00pm. Time to go. I got up and returned to the shoe closet and covered myself up with the many pairs of shoes in there and fell asleep until the next banking day.
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My Job at 1st Savings Part II
It was lunch time. My ribs were so sore from Laura trampling I needed a place to hide and re-cooperate before the next shift began so I was sitting under the table in the lunch room eating a sandwich I purchased from the vending machine when Mrs. Winters came in. She bent down to see me take my first bite out of the sandwich when she said "Are you hiding from us Mr.
Johnson? You cannot eat your own food Mr. Johnson. Your a slave now and slaves don’t eat for themselves. Myself, or one of our employees must feed you. Your on a strict diet now slave. Here come out from under there.
I crawled out and she opened her hand for me to place my sandwich in. As I did this she emptied the remains of my sandwich in the garbage and dusted her hands off. Give me any other money you might be carrying Mr. Johnson..
You will not have any money unless its your day off. You have waved the right to own anything until your employment ends. And that is when we see fit. I handed over my wallet and keys to my car. I frowned. I’m stuck here aren’t I Miss Winters? Yes you are and my name is not Miss Winters anymore, its Mistress just like the other ladies here at 1st Savings. Now Lay under my chair on your back.
As I did this she placed her patent leather pumps on my chest and began eating her lunch. I have already made a lunch for you slave she said. She pulled her shoe off to reveal the nicest
set of red painted toes I have ever seen. I watch in awe as the shoe slipped slowly off and revealed them in full light. She wriggled them a bit in front of my face and waved them under my nose a bit saying open your mouth slave.
I did this and noticed that still inside her shoe was a flattened piece of bread that was once a sandwich. I made it just for you. She peeled it out from inside the shoe and stuffed the whole sandwich into my mouth. It tasted so foul and I could smell the sandwich as it entered my mouth too. It stank of feet sweat and tasted of peanut butter and jam with traces of hot sweaty shoe leather and foul pieces of stones and residue from the floor.
I chewed it hungrily and swallowed it. She patted my head and
said that’s a good slave. Other women finally entered the lunch room to see me and Miss Winters …um Imean Mistress Winters introduced me to them. Laura smiled at me and Jenny sat beside Mistress Winters.
She had open toe mules on and her toe wiggled from them as I had a perfect view from under the table. She snapped her fingers and I immediately began kissing her feet all over. Lick them too she said.
I stuck my tongue out and licked even strokes up and down the tops and the sides of her shoe. It was so erotic I was harder then I ever was before. Jenny was such a beautiful woman. I
felt so good kissing her shoes. Suck the toes through the shoes she said next.
I laid flat on the floor eye level to her shoes and took the whole
toe part of her shoe into my mouth. It was hard to do in this position but I managed to suck on each of her toes one at a time lifting them up from the edge of the shoe into my mouth. They were salty and sweaty and I ingested more stone and dust from in between them.
Michelle tapped Jenny on the shoulder and said hey! Stop hogging him. I’m finished my lunch and want a try. She dragged me by the hair to her side of the room. Put your face here she said pointing at the chair she was sitting on. I immediately
planted my head into the chair face up and laid in front of it hands on the floor. I felt so humiliated in front of all these ladies.
Just then Michelle lifted her skirt up to reveal her panties. They were white with pink lace around the thigh and waist band. She straddled my head and lowered herself on to my face wedging my nose up between her pretty panty covered cheeks. My face fell flat into the chair and sunk deep as she lean back and relaxed on me. It was so dark and I could not move my head to any
direction. Her ass smelled a bit from her last movement and the panties kept the smell close. I tried to inhale as it was getting hard to breath under her ass and the air was cut off by the pressing of her ass against my nose.
I struggled a bit as there was literally no air at all then a inch to
the left and finally I got a fraction of air to breath and I took as deep of a breath as I could. This lady sat there for the entire 30 min break on my face having a cigarette. She butted the ashes on my bare flesh nipples. Each hot ash made me scream but the sounds were muffled by her ass I was trapped under.
I moaned and wriggled beneath her and prayed that soon she
would lift up. Finally she did. She stood and walked away quickly. Her heels clicked as she left the room. I was alone there was no one else around. I could not see for a brief min as the pressure of her sitting on me so long hurt my eyes and I could only see in a haze of red blurry reflections.
After I got focused I got up and walked to the working area of
the bank. Janet was in the safe counting. She made me lay on the floor of the safe. She smiled saying not a word and began to step on my chest with her 5 inch pumps. The heel sank into my chest and I screamed in terror as the pain shot through my entire body. My mouth was muffled by a well worn pair of socks that one of the girls used daily when she wore them over her
nylon coming into bank. Tears flowed down my cheeks as she relentlessly trampled my entire body.
She reached for box number 11 and stood over my
stomach leaning back once in a while sinking her heels deeper as she paid no attention to where she was standing. After 10 mins. She walked up to my chest over my breast bone and stood there counting floats out of box number 31. 10 more mins went by when she walked up to my face and stood with both feet on my face. I could not see. Both the soles of her shoes were covering my eyes and her heels as sharp as they were were piercing my cheeks and scraping my gums. They were bleeding. Oh God will she ever get off??? It hurt so much.
I trembled in pain trying to see from under her shoes. No
use. Trapped here. Ahhhhh…… I screamed again spitting out the socks when she said shut up and shoved her heel into my mouth. Suck on this or I’ll jam my heel down your throat. I sucked as the weight was shifted to the right side of my face. It felt like I was on fire. I wriggled and kicked my feet a bit but sucked on her heel. She finally stepped off my face and
walked out of the safe like I wasn’t even there.
I sat up and felt my face. There was a perfect indentation of her heel deep into my face. Blood was oozing from my mouth from the bleeding gums. I was so tired and weary when
Mistress Winters came in and said " There you are!" Here’s your
pay stub Mr. Johnson. You get paid daily here at 1st Savings. Of course you know you will not see any of this money until I let you go. And that should be in …oh about six months or so. She laugh an left the vault.
My watch said 4:00pm. Time to go. I got up and returned to the shoe closet and covered myself up with the many pairs of shoes in there and fell asleep until the next banking day.
there are more at http://geocities/foottales/tr_stories.html