vloerkleed
04-20-2010, 3:22 AM
Chapter 1, Coming Home
After a long day work, where not everything went as it should be, she comes home. She puts her key in the lock and opens the door. Just before she steps into the house, she looks down. Satisfied she looks down on her personal doormat. “Welcome” it says written on it. Smiling she looks at it and the doormat smiles back at her. She is so glad she was able to obtain this doormat for nothing. So helpful and useful for so many things she thinks. And what is more….. he can be loving as well…
This is a nice coming-home after a day of hard work. A warm welcome behind my door. It will take a lot of time and patience to turn this into a perfect slave. You are willing and that is a good start. You do have a delightful body and that is so much to the good. This fact might come in handy in case of visitors. But how far will you go for me?
In the meantime I wipe my feet firmly and stamp the last bits of snow carefully from the profile of the soles of my boots. I step away from you and turn around, stick out my right leg and you take of my boot. You also take my other boot off. I take off my coat from which the melting snow is now dripping and leaves a wet trace on you. A pair of comfortable mules are standing ready and you slip them one by one onto my feet. I walk further inside. You crawl behind me like a dog. The unwritten rule in this house is that you will never walk on two feet in my presence, unless I tell you to do so or in case an order demands so.
Once inside the room I plump down in the chair next to the glass table with the big chandelier. I wink you to come and sit in front of me en stretch out my legs on you back. The heels of my mules form little holes in your back. Meanwhile I flip through the mail which was laying at the table.
Wait a minute, I think. I should just be lying on the floor. What is going wrong?
“Euhh, hello, madam that I may serve,” I say wily and start sitting up straight. “just this, I am only a doormat and in the meantime I am sitting here on all fours with your heels in my back. I think this must be a misunderstanding.”
You look at me, surprised at first, but then you throw your mail at me and fly into a rage. You stand up and kick me against my chest, make me fall backwards. With a blow the backside of my head hits the ground.
“Auw,” I yell “stupid woman. What kind of bullshit is this?”
You put your foot on my throat and give it some weight.
“You have a pretty big mouth, don’t you?” you yell at me.
“Apparently you are not aware of the intention of your presence here, and more important, ignorant about the rules in my house.”
Right now you step with your full weight on my throat and I start coughing. You turn on the ball of your foot on my throat and place the heel of your mule on my chest. Your other foot joins the first , so 65 kilo’s are standing on top of my chest on a very small spot. The nose of your mules are pressing against my throat.
I still struggle to breathe and you notice. You decide to stand on your toes to calm me down. I grab your ankles to throw you of off me, but you realize this and kick me against my jaw.
“Stay calm now,” you scream “I will explain to you subtly what your purpose is in here and what the rules are in this house….”
I quickly step of off you not to loose my balance because of kicking you, that would mean loss of face in front of you. Such I cannot permit myself. I gain control of myself, urge myself to be calm, because screaming is a signal of incapacity. I want to make you feel who rules this place, but I want it to be my way. And after all, what are you in the end? A doormat, a convenience, useful. But it would be a waste not to make you more useful than you think you can be. I see a potential of possibilities, you are pure still, virgin, a raw diamond, you don’t know what you are capable of, a challenge to tame you.
I look at you with eyes as cold as ice. The silence which prevails now is even more scaring than de yelling and shouting of a few minutes ago. Slowly your hands move towards your throat and jaw.
“Put your hands down,” I say.
You obey and I see the desperation in your eyes.
Still you bring your hands carefully up again and I snap at you: “Hands down and keep them there!””
I put one foot on your chest and lean on my bend knee. My eyes capture your gaze, you want to turn your eyes away from me but I force you to look at me by taking your chin firmly with my hand and turn your face towards me. In your eyes I see an obstinate flicker. I know I have to be clip and clear, confident and stay alert or else you will nail me down right here and now.
“Listen and listen carefully, I only tell you this once! You are her because you want to serve me. You volunteered to come with me and therewith you are at my mercy, my wishes and rules. I will use you wherever I think you useful. You will serve me in any possible way. That can be as doormat the way you started, but also as my aid in this house as an article of use, like the foot-stool I just made you be. When it pleasures me you might share my bedroom, but we will see if this will be in my bed to comfort me or as my floormat next to my bed. You will abstain from any comment. I do not tolerate objections and this will be punished in a way that suits me at that moment. I will demand your utmost but will respect your physical limits. Wherever possible I will try to expand your limits. Is that clear? If not, you can still leave now or else you are my absolute property until I decide it is about time to leave you at wrong side of the doorstep.”
I feel your chest going up and down fast under my foot and I lean more heavily to put strength into my word. A soft moaning is what I hear. I squeeze your face a little bit harder to make clear that I want an answer, NOW.
With a soft mumble I hear “Yes Madam, it is clear” and herewith you confirm your destiny.
You are mine now and I will love you, but it will be my way.
I raise myself up and put my foot into your crutch. With a brisk push against your balls I tell you to get up and make some coffee. I make you gather the mail which is spread all over the floor first and put it back at the table again. You leave on all fours to the kitchen and I hear you rattle with the coffeecontainer and the cups. Silently I wait how you will manage to get the coffee inside while moving on all fours without spilling it. Meanwhile I flip through the mail which is laying at the table again.
After a long day work, where not everything went as it should be, she comes home. She puts her key in the lock and opens the door. Just before she steps into the house, she looks down. Satisfied she looks down on her personal doormat. “Welcome” it says written on it. Smiling she looks at it and the doormat smiles back at her. She is so glad she was able to obtain this doormat for nothing. So helpful and useful for so many things she thinks. And what is more….. he can be loving as well…
This is a nice coming-home after a day of hard work. A warm welcome behind my door. It will take a lot of time and patience to turn this into a perfect slave. You are willing and that is a good start. You do have a delightful body and that is so much to the good. This fact might come in handy in case of visitors. But how far will you go for me?
In the meantime I wipe my feet firmly and stamp the last bits of snow carefully from the profile of the soles of my boots. I step away from you and turn around, stick out my right leg and you take of my boot. You also take my other boot off. I take off my coat from which the melting snow is now dripping and leaves a wet trace on you. A pair of comfortable mules are standing ready and you slip them one by one onto my feet. I walk further inside. You crawl behind me like a dog. The unwritten rule in this house is that you will never walk on two feet in my presence, unless I tell you to do so or in case an order demands so.
Once inside the room I plump down in the chair next to the glass table with the big chandelier. I wink you to come and sit in front of me en stretch out my legs on you back. The heels of my mules form little holes in your back. Meanwhile I flip through the mail which was laying at the table.
Wait a minute, I think. I should just be lying on the floor. What is going wrong?
“Euhh, hello, madam that I may serve,” I say wily and start sitting up straight. “just this, I am only a doormat and in the meantime I am sitting here on all fours with your heels in my back. I think this must be a misunderstanding.”
You look at me, surprised at first, but then you throw your mail at me and fly into a rage. You stand up and kick me against my chest, make me fall backwards. With a blow the backside of my head hits the ground.
“Auw,” I yell “stupid woman. What kind of bullshit is this?”
You put your foot on my throat and give it some weight.
“You have a pretty big mouth, don’t you?” you yell at me.
“Apparently you are not aware of the intention of your presence here, and more important, ignorant about the rules in my house.”
Right now you step with your full weight on my throat and I start coughing. You turn on the ball of your foot on my throat and place the heel of your mule on my chest. Your other foot joins the first , so 65 kilo’s are standing on top of my chest on a very small spot. The nose of your mules are pressing against my throat.
I still struggle to breathe and you notice. You decide to stand on your toes to calm me down. I grab your ankles to throw you of off me, but you realize this and kick me against my jaw.
“Stay calm now,” you scream “I will explain to you subtly what your purpose is in here and what the rules are in this house….”
I quickly step of off you not to loose my balance because of kicking you, that would mean loss of face in front of you. Such I cannot permit myself. I gain control of myself, urge myself to be calm, because screaming is a signal of incapacity. I want to make you feel who rules this place, but I want it to be my way. And after all, what are you in the end? A doormat, a convenience, useful. But it would be a waste not to make you more useful than you think you can be. I see a potential of possibilities, you are pure still, virgin, a raw diamond, you don’t know what you are capable of, a challenge to tame you.
I look at you with eyes as cold as ice. The silence which prevails now is even more scaring than de yelling and shouting of a few minutes ago. Slowly your hands move towards your throat and jaw.
“Put your hands down,” I say.
You obey and I see the desperation in your eyes.
Still you bring your hands carefully up again and I snap at you: “Hands down and keep them there!””
I put one foot on your chest and lean on my bend knee. My eyes capture your gaze, you want to turn your eyes away from me but I force you to look at me by taking your chin firmly with my hand and turn your face towards me. In your eyes I see an obstinate flicker. I know I have to be clip and clear, confident and stay alert or else you will nail me down right here and now.
“Listen and listen carefully, I only tell you this once! You are her because you want to serve me. You volunteered to come with me and therewith you are at my mercy, my wishes and rules. I will use you wherever I think you useful. You will serve me in any possible way. That can be as doormat the way you started, but also as my aid in this house as an article of use, like the foot-stool I just made you be. When it pleasures me you might share my bedroom, but we will see if this will be in my bed to comfort me or as my floormat next to my bed. You will abstain from any comment. I do not tolerate objections and this will be punished in a way that suits me at that moment. I will demand your utmost but will respect your physical limits. Wherever possible I will try to expand your limits. Is that clear? If not, you can still leave now or else you are my absolute property until I decide it is about time to leave you at wrong side of the doorstep.”
I feel your chest going up and down fast under my foot and I lean more heavily to put strength into my word. A soft moaning is what I hear. I squeeze your face a little bit harder to make clear that I want an answer, NOW.
With a soft mumble I hear “Yes Madam, it is clear” and herewith you confirm your destiny.
You are mine now and I will love you, but it will be my way.
I raise myself up and put my foot into your crutch. With a brisk push against your balls I tell you to get up and make some coffee. I make you gather the mail which is spread all over the floor first and put it back at the table again. You leave on all fours to the kitchen and I hear you rattle with the coffeecontainer and the cups. Silently I wait how you will manage to get the coffee inside while moving on all fours without spilling it. Meanwhile I flip through the mail which is laying at the table again.