vloerkleed
06-24-2010, 10:37 AM
(This is a story written by me together with a mistress. We did this in a simple way: I started the story from my point of view and send it to her, then she wrote a little bit more from her point of view and send it back to me, and so on, and so on)
After a hard day at work, where not everything went well, it was good to be home. She puts her key in the lock and opens the door. Just before stepping into the house she looks down and there was her personal doormat. “Welcome” was written clearly on it. Smiling she looks at it and the doormat smiles back. She is so glad that she had this doormat for nothing; it is useful for so many things, and what’s more……he can be affectionate as well!
A warm welcome as you come home gives a good feeling. It will, however, take a lot of time and effort to turn this doormat into the perfect slave. Fortunately, he is willing and does have a delightful body, which is very attractive when visitors are here. The question is, how far will he go for me?
After stamping my feet to remove the snow from my boots I stepped away from you and turned around. You gently raised each of my legs and removed my boots. I took off my wet coat draping it across your back leaving a trace of melted snow. You had already fetched my favourite mules and laid them out by the door and when I was ready you carefully slipped them on for me. With everything in place I walked on down the hall with you following me like a dog. The unwritten rule in my house is that you never walk upright in my presence, unless of course, I command you to do so.
I wandered into the lounge and flopped down on the settee, next to the table with the big chandelier. I gestured to you to come and stand on all fours in front of me so that I could rest my feet on your back. The heels of my mules dug in a little, leaving indents in your flesh. You had earlier placed my post on the settee and I leisurely sorted it looking for anything interesting.
After a few minutes you sat up straight and started to speak without being invited to do so.
“Madam I know I am here to serve and be your doormat but you are using me as your footstool with your heels digging in my back. I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding.”
Initially you were taken aback by this insolence, but the very idea of me taking my own initiative really got to you. You stood up threw the pile of envelopes on the floor and kicked me hard in the chest. I fell over and hit my head on the floor and shouted at you!
“Stupid woman! What kind of bullshit is this?”
This kind of reaction from a doormat was totally unacceptable. You put your foot on my throat and pressed down hard and in a low voice you said. “You have a big mouth, don’t you? Apparently you are not aware why you are here, and more importantly, ignorant about the rules in my house.”
You increased the pressure on my throat until I started to splutter; You let me suffer for a few minutes and then stood fully on my chest still with some weight pressing into my throat. My breathing was ragged and I grabbed your ankles to try and throw you off. You reacted quickly and kicked me under the chin. “Just stay calm.” you growled. “I will carefully explain to you what your role is here and what the house rules are. Is that clear?”
I stepped off as standing on your chest was a little unstable, it was important to remain totally in control and not to let this outburst from you show any weakness in me. You needed to know who made the rules and it clearly was me. After all what are you? Just a doormat, something to be used whenever I choose. However, it’s a pity not to exploit your potential. I definitely see possibilities you are pure still, a virgin, a rough diamond, and you have no idea of what you are capable of. For me it is a challenge to tame you.
I stared at you totally expressionless without saying a word. This silence had more impact than any screaming or shouting. Slowly your hands moved upwards to feel your bruised throat and chin. “Put your hands down,” I said firmly. You obeyed immediately but I could see the turmoil in your eyes. Slowly you started to move your hands back up again. “Get them down and keep them down.” I said even more firmly.
I put my foot on your chest and pressed down. It was obvious that my icy gaze made you uncomfortable and you kept turning your head away. I grabbed your chin and held it firm so that you faced me directly. I could detect a rebellious streak in you and I knew that I needed to be precise, confident and constantly aware that at any moment you might try to resist.
“Listen and listen carefully, I will only tell you this once! You are her because you want to serve me. You volunteered to be here out of your own freewill and therefore you are mine. I will use you whenever and wherever I see fit. You will serve me in every possible way. You can be my doormat, my slave, an appliance or a piece of furniture. When it takes my fancy you might even be allowed to share my bedroom. On these occasions I will decide if you will be in my bed to comfort me or as my floor mat next to my bed. You will never pass comment on my decisions. I will not tolerate disobedience in any way and any transgressions will be severely punished. I will make extreme demands on you but will always respect your physical limits. If not, you can still leave now. If you decide to stay you become my absolute property. I will decide then when it is time to leave you at the wrong side of the doorstep. Wherever possible I will push you to your limits. Is that clear?”
With my foot leaning heavily on your chest I could feel how fast your breathing was. Each time I wanted to emphasize a word I pressed a little harder, with each extra push you moaned softly. At the end of my speech I squeezed your face hard to make clear that I expected an answer, and I expected it NOW!
“Yes Madam, it is clear.” You mumbled softly.
“Good. You belong to me now and I will love you, but it will always be on my terms.” I answered firmly.
I took my foot off of your chest and pushed it into your crutch just hard enough to make you wince. “Go and fetch me some coffee,” I commanded sternly “and before you go, pick up these envelopes and put them on the table.”
With everything neatly in place you headed for the kitchen on all fours. I was curious to see how you will manage to bring me coffee as you must remain on all fours whilst in my presence, I smiled at the thought as I opened each envelop in turn and listened to you in the kitchen busy with your preparations.
(to be continued)
After a hard day at work, where not everything went well, it was good to be home. She puts her key in the lock and opens the door. Just before stepping into the house she looks down and there was her personal doormat. “Welcome” was written clearly on it. Smiling she looks at it and the doormat smiles back. She is so glad that she had this doormat for nothing; it is useful for so many things, and what’s more……he can be affectionate as well!
A warm welcome as you come home gives a good feeling. It will, however, take a lot of time and effort to turn this doormat into the perfect slave. Fortunately, he is willing and does have a delightful body, which is very attractive when visitors are here. The question is, how far will he go for me?
After stamping my feet to remove the snow from my boots I stepped away from you and turned around. You gently raised each of my legs and removed my boots. I took off my wet coat draping it across your back leaving a trace of melted snow. You had already fetched my favourite mules and laid them out by the door and when I was ready you carefully slipped them on for me. With everything in place I walked on down the hall with you following me like a dog. The unwritten rule in my house is that you never walk upright in my presence, unless of course, I command you to do so.
I wandered into the lounge and flopped down on the settee, next to the table with the big chandelier. I gestured to you to come and stand on all fours in front of me so that I could rest my feet on your back. The heels of my mules dug in a little, leaving indents in your flesh. You had earlier placed my post on the settee and I leisurely sorted it looking for anything interesting.
After a few minutes you sat up straight and started to speak without being invited to do so.
“Madam I know I am here to serve and be your doormat but you are using me as your footstool with your heels digging in my back. I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding.”
Initially you were taken aback by this insolence, but the very idea of me taking my own initiative really got to you. You stood up threw the pile of envelopes on the floor and kicked me hard in the chest. I fell over and hit my head on the floor and shouted at you!
“Stupid woman! What kind of bullshit is this?”
This kind of reaction from a doormat was totally unacceptable. You put your foot on my throat and pressed down hard and in a low voice you said. “You have a big mouth, don’t you? Apparently you are not aware why you are here, and more importantly, ignorant about the rules in my house.”
You increased the pressure on my throat until I started to splutter; You let me suffer for a few minutes and then stood fully on my chest still with some weight pressing into my throat. My breathing was ragged and I grabbed your ankles to try and throw you off. You reacted quickly and kicked me under the chin. “Just stay calm.” you growled. “I will carefully explain to you what your role is here and what the house rules are. Is that clear?”
I stepped off as standing on your chest was a little unstable, it was important to remain totally in control and not to let this outburst from you show any weakness in me. You needed to know who made the rules and it clearly was me. After all what are you? Just a doormat, something to be used whenever I choose. However, it’s a pity not to exploit your potential. I definitely see possibilities you are pure still, a virgin, a rough diamond, and you have no idea of what you are capable of. For me it is a challenge to tame you.
I stared at you totally expressionless without saying a word. This silence had more impact than any screaming or shouting. Slowly your hands moved upwards to feel your bruised throat and chin. “Put your hands down,” I said firmly. You obeyed immediately but I could see the turmoil in your eyes. Slowly you started to move your hands back up again. “Get them down and keep them down.” I said even more firmly.
I put my foot on your chest and pressed down. It was obvious that my icy gaze made you uncomfortable and you kept turning your head away. I grabbed your chin and held it firm so that you faced me directly. I could detect a rebellious streak in you and I knew that I needed to be precise, confident and constantly aware that at any moment you might try to resist.
“Listen and listen carefully, I will only tell you this once! You are her because you want to serve me. You volunteered to be here out of your own freewill and therefore you are mine. I will use you whenever and wherever I see fit. You will serve me in every possible way. You can be my doormat, my slave, an appliance or a piece of furniture. When it takes my fancy you might even be allowed to share my bedroom. On these occasions I will decide if you will be in my bed to comfort me or as my floor mat next to my bed. You will never pass comment on my decisions. I will not tolerate disobedience in any way and any transgressions will be severely punished. I will make extreme demands on you but will always respect your physical limits. If not, you can still leave now. If you decide to stay you become my absolute property. I will decide then when it is time to leave you at the wrong side of the doorstep. Wherever possible I will push you to your limits. Is that clear?”
With my foot leaning heavily on your chest I could feel how fast your breathing was. Each time I wanted to emphasize a word I pressed a little harder, with each extra push you moaned softly. At the end of my speech I squeezed your face hard to make clear that I expected an answer, and I expected it NOW!
“Yes Madam, it is clear.” You mumbled softly.
“Good. You belong to me now and I will love you, but it will always be on my terms.” I answered firmly.
I took my foot off of your chest and pushed it into your crutch just hard enough to make you wince. “Go and fetch me some coffee,” I commanded sternly “and before you go, pick up these envelopes and put them on the table.”
With everything neatly in place you headed for the kitchen on all fours. I was curious to see how you will manage to bring me coffee as you must remain on all fours whilst in my presence, I smiled at the thought as I opened each envelop in turn and listened to you in the kitchen busy with your preparations.
(to be continued)