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09-29-2002, 10:28 PM
The Morning Ritual
Mike Soyer was a thirty five-year-old single factory worker who loaded trucks for a living. His normal shift Sunday through Thursday night started at 8pm and ended at 4am. Every morning after work he would hang around for an extra half hour until Lee’s 5&10 shop opened so he could pick up his paper and lottery tickets, which he bought every Tuesday and Friday morning religiously. Once in a while Mike would take a buttered roll, which was pre-wrapped and placed in a stack by the counter. Mike started going into Lee’s 5&10 about fifteen years ago. He became a friend with Jon Lee and his daughter, Hun over the years. Mike was devastated when Jon Lee pasted away five years ago from a heart attack. His daughter Hun took over the business soon after. Although many thought she couldn’t handle it since she was only twenty four at the time and such a petite young thing, standing only 5’2 and 105 pounds at best however Hun Lee surprised everyone and kept that store running in top shape. Mike was usually her first customer of the day.
Mike couldn’t help thinking how he never thought he would have a morning ritual let alone the life he was living. He dreamt of being independently wealthy and owning several businesses. He wanted to live in a huge house instead of a small apartment and when it came to women he had another set of dreams. For as long as he could remember, Mike fantasized about being trampled by women. He loved the idea of having beautiful young women walk on his stomach, chest and face in heels, boots and tennis shoes. Mike imagined what it would be like to polish the shoes on women’s feet with his tongue and afterward be walked on by the same women in socks or barefoot. Like many trample fans these where only Mikes dreams before he when to sleep very night. In reality Mike could count on one hand the amount of times he actually got a women to walk on him. Mostly it was the old sore back ploy and lasted only a few minutes.
One Friday morning Mike’s Morning ritual changed. His supervisor asked if he could hang out and work a few more hours of OT for a first shift guy who couldn’t make it in. Mike clocked out around 10:30 am and went into Lee’s for his paper and lottery tickets. Hun Lee was restocking the soda cooler when Mike walked in. She looked back and smiled when he came into the store. Hun was dressed in a white tank top, bright blue long jogging pants and a pair of dirty white tennis shoes. “The usual Mike” she called out as she picked up one of the few remaining papers and headed back behind the counter. She had to step up because the counter was set higher then the customer floor so she had a complete view of the small store. “Why you so late” she asked Mike in her broken English. Mike explained about the OT. “You lucky, you not in here earlier “ she told Mike. She explained how this was the first quiet moment of the day and how the store has been overrun by people buying Lottery tickets because the pot was almost 100 mil. Hun hated when the lottery got high because she was trapped behind the counter just punching out lottery tickets to impatient and rude customers more often then not. As she waited for the machine to print out Mike’s tickets, she asked him “what you do if you win big pot of money”
Mike laughed, maybe it was because he was so tired or because he felt so comfortable with Hun but he told her “ I would quit my job, buy a house and pay a few dozen women to come over and walk all over me for eight hours a day”. Hun just burst out laughing and replied, “ You would be a women’s dream man, a rich guy that let’s women walk all over him”. Mike chuckled at her reply but told her that was his dream. Hun asked him if he meant ASHIATZU, the massage. Mike already having gone this far in revealing himself said “No, I mean I would lay on the floor on my back and have women step, stand and walk all over my face, chest and stomach all day long”. Hun handed him his lottery tickets and asked in a curious tone. “Wouldn’t that hurt?”. Mike quickly made up a story about how during his college days he would be walked on by women all the time. He told Hun that the college girls he knew would let him shine their shoes with his tongue and stand on his face for hours at a time. Hun was shocked at the depiction of any women doing this to a man but seemed fascinated by Mike’s story. Mike told Hun his nickname in college was “the human carpet”. “The only difference between then and now is I’m a little more plush,” he said as he patted his stomach. Hun laughed at his response as Mike grabbed his paper from the counter and turned toward the door to head home. He couldn’t believe what he just said and was looking to leave quickly but before Mike had his hand on the door handle Hun called out “ I could use a plush carpet here today”. Mike froze in his tracks and turned back to see Hun still standing behind the counter looking down at the floor. Without any thought Mike walked back toward her and peered around the other side of the counter. Hun never taking her eyes off the hard wooden floor stomped on it with her right sneaker a few times and said “ This floor way too hard on days like this”. Mike put his paper by the side of the counter and got down on his hands and knees to crawl behind the counter. Hun took a step back as she watched Mike roll over on his back in front of her and position himself face up behind the counter. “Try it now” he said to her. “Are you sure about this” she asked Mike, “If it gets busy I wouldn’t have time to worry if I’m hurting you” Hun told Mike. Mike assured her that it wouldn’t be a problem and was getting ready to tell a few more made up stories when the front door sprang open. A lady clutching a fist full of money headed toward the counter for lottery tickets. Hun didn’t say another word to Mike, she stepped right up on his chest stomach and asked the lady how she could help her. Mike was in heaven as Hun stood on him. She was so light and well built. Hun reached over the counter and collected the money from the women for her office lottery pool. As she went to open the cash register, Hun took a step to her right aligning herself with the register, which left her standing on Mike’s cock. He did everything he could to control the hard-on he was getting. A moment later after Hun closed the register, she walked up Mike’s stomach, on his chest and came to a halt by Mike’s neck as she was bending forward to work the lotto machine. Mike could see she was in an awkward and uncomfortable stance as she began to punch the numbers into the machine, which the customer read off of a paper in her hand. Mike knew Hun was having trouble working like this and was only doing so because she felt unsure about stepping on Mike’s face. He took hold of her right foot from just below his neck causing her to spasm in surprise and moved her foot on top of his forehead. The customer asked if everything was ok and Hun responded she was OK and ready to take her order. Within few moments Hun had got used to her new position and applied more of her weight to her right foot on Mike’s forehead. A short while had pasted, just has Hun finished punching in the tenth ticket of the hundred-ticket order she repositioned herself again this time moving her left foot from Mike’s chest on to his mouth. Hun stood comfortably on Mike’s face as she worked the machine. She couldn’t help feeling a strange excitement and perverse pleasure knowing she was standing on a man’s face while some stupid customer less then three feet from her had no idea. Mike felt the rubbery soles of her shoes grip his forehead and mouth. He could smell the musky cent of old leather and vinyl from Hun’s dirty sneakers as they pushed up against his nostrils. Mikes tongue was pressed up against the seams of his lips instinctively. He could faintly taste the dirt off the soles of Hun’s sneakers. From 11 am to 2 pm Hun just seemed to be running Lottery tickets for an endless stream of customers. Mike fought through the pain of Hun standing on his face sometimes for as long as 20 minutes at a time. His only relief came when Hun would have to walk down his chest and stomach and stand on his crotch to put the money in the register after taking a new order.
Mike Soyer was a thirty five-year-old single factory worker who loaded trucks for a living. His normal shift Sunday through Thursday night started at 8pm and ended at 4am. Every morning after work he would hang around for an extra half hour until Lee’s 5&10 shop opened so he could pick up his paper and lottery tickets, which he bought every Tuesday and Friday morning religiously. Once in a while Mike would take a buttered roll, which was pre-wrapped and placed in a stack by the counter. Mike started going into Lee’s 5&10 about fifteen years ago. He became a friend with Jon Lee and his daughter, Hun over the years. Mike was devastated when Jon Lee pasted away five years ago from a heart attack. His daughter Hun took over the business soon after. Although many thought she couldn’t handle it since she was only twenty four at the time and such a petite young thing, standing only 5’2 and 105 pounds at best however Hun Lee surprised everyone and kept that store running in top shape. Mike was usually her first customer of the day.
Mike couldn’t help thinking how he never thought he would have a morning ritual let alone the life he was living. He dreamt of being independently wealthy and owning several businesses. He wanted to live in a huge house instead of a small apartment and when it came to women he had another set of dreams. For as long as he could remember, Mike fantasized about being trampled by women. He loved the idea of having beautiful young women walk on his stomach, chest and face in heels, boots and tennis shoes. Mike imagined what it would be like to polish the shoes on women’s feet with his tongue and afterward be walked on by the same women in socks or barefoot. Like many trample fans these where only Mikes dreams before he when to sleep very night. In reality Mike could count on one hand the amount of times he actually got a women to walk on him. Mostly it was the old sore back ploy and lasted only a few minutes.
One Friday morning Mike’s Morning ritual changed. His supervisor asked if he could hang out and work a few more hours of OT for a first shift guy who couldn’t make it in. Mike clocked out around 10:30 am and went into Lee’s for his paper and lottery tickets. Hun Lee was restocking the soda cooler when Mike walked in. She looked back and smiled when he came into the store. Hun was dressed in a white tank top, bright blue long jogging pants and a pair of dirty white tennis shoes. “The usual Mike” she called out as she picked up one of the few remaining papers and headed back behind the counter. She had to step up because the counter was set higher then the customer floor so she had a complete view of the small store. “Why you so late” she asked Mike in her broken English. Mike explained about the OT. “You lucky, you not in here earlier “ she told Mike. She explained how this was the first quiet moment of the day and how the store has been overrun by people buying Lottery tickets because the pot was almost 100 mil. Hun hated when the lottery got high because she was trapped behind the counter just punching out lottery tickets to impatient and rude customers more often then not. As she waited for the machine to print out Mike’s tickets, she asked him “what you do if you win big pot of money”
Mike laughed, maybe it was because he was so tired or because he felt so comfortable with Hun but he told her “ I would quit my job, buy a house and pay a few dozen women to come over and walk all over me for eight hours a day”. Hun just burst out laughing and replied, “ You would be a women’s dream man, a rich guy that let’s women walk all over him”. Mike chuckled at her reply but told her that was his dream. Hun asked him if he meant ASHIATZU, the massage. Mike already having gone this far in revealing himself said “No, I mean I would lay on the floor on my back and have women step, stand and walk all over my face, chest and stomach all day long”. Hun handed him his lottery tickets and asked in a curious tone. “Wouldn’t that hurt?”. Mike quickly made up a story about how during his college days he would be walked on by women all the time. He told Hun that the college girls he knew would let him shine their shoes with his tongue and stand on his face for hours at a time. Hun was shocked at the depiction of any women doing this to a man but seemed fascinated by Mike’s story. Mike told Hun his nickname in college was “the human carpet”. “The only difference between then and now is I’m a little more plush,” he said as he patted his stomach. Hun laughed at his response as Mike grabbed his paper from the counter and turned toward the door to head home. He couldn’t believe what he just said and was looking to leave quickly but before Mike had his hand on the door handle Hun called out “ I could use a plush carpet here today”. Mike froze in his tracks and turned back to see Hun still standing behind the counter looking down at the floor. Without any thought Mike walked back toward her and peered around the other side of the counter. Hun never taking her eyes off the hard wooden floor stomped on it with her right sneaker a few times and said “ This floor way too hard on days like this”. Mike put his paper by the side of the counter and got down on his hands and knees to crawl behind the counter. Hun took a step back as she watched Mike roll over on his back in front of her and position himself face up behind the counter. “Try it now” he said to her. “Are you sure about this” she asked Mike, “If it gets busy I wouldn’t have time to worry if I’m hurting you” Hun told Mike. Mike assured her that it wouldn’t be a problem and was getting ready to tell a few more made up stories when the front door sprang open. A lady clutching a fist full of money headed toward the counter for lottery tickets. Hun didn’t say another word to Mike, she stepped right up on his chest stomach and asked the lady how she could help her. Mike was in heaven as Hun stood on him. She was so light and well built. Hun reached over the counter and collected the money from the women for her office lottery pool. As she went to open the cash register, Hun took a step to her right aligning herself with the register, which left her standing on Mike’s cock. He did everything he could to control the hard-on he was getting. A moment later after Hun closed the register, she walked up Mike’s stomach, on his chest and came to a halt by Mike’s neck as she was bending forward to work the lotto machine. Mike could see she was in an awkward and uncomfortable stance as she began to punch the numbers into the machine, which the customer read off of a paper in her hand. Mike knew Hun was having trouble working like this and was only doing so because she felt unsure about stepping on Mike’s face. He took hold of her right foot from just below his neck causing her to spasm in surprise and moved her foot on top of his forehead. The customer asked if everything was ok and Hun responded she was OK and ready to take her order. Within few moments Hun had got used to her new position and applied more of her weight to her right foot on Mike’s forehead. A short while had pasted, just has Hun finished punching in the tenth ticket of the hundred-ticket order she repositioned herself again this time moving her left foot from Mike’s chest on to his mouth. Hun stood comfortably on Mike’s face as she worked the machine. She couldn’t help feeling a strange excitement and perverse pleasure knowing she was standing on a man’s face while some stupid customer less then three feet from her had no idea. Mike felt the rubbery soles of her shoes grip his forehead and mouth. He could smell the musky cent of old leather and vinyl from Hun’s dirty sneakers as they pushed up against his nostrils. Mikes tongue was pressed up against the seams of his lips instinctively. He could faintly taste the dirt off the soles of Hun’s sneakers. From 11 am to 2 pm Hun just seemed to be running Lottery tickets for an endless stream of customers. Mike fought through the pain of Hun standing on his face sometimes for as long as 20 minutes at a time. His only relief came when Hun would have to walk down his chest and stomach and stand on his crotch to put the money in the register after taking a new order.