Lone Stranger
01-30-2011, 3:28 PM
I tried a new story:
Crime & Punishment
By Lone Stranger
The year was 2031 and the legal system was quite different that is had been in the past. People got tired of petty criminals committing crimes and then, when caught, getting probation or sent to some cushy prison where they could lounge around and play video games or watch TV all day for their punishment. People wanted the punishment to mean something. To somewhat fit the crime, but mainly something to get people to change their behavior and something to give the public a sense that something was being done about petty criminals.
So a system was developed similar to what they did in New England long ago with stocks and pillories only more creative. For example is someone was found to be guilty of cheating on his time card at work his punishment might be to be chained to a pole on a street corner in full public view and be charged with the duty of shouting out the correct time every minute all day long. Rain or shine, hot or cold. Every day he was taken inside twice a day to use the restroom and eat or drink and then he was put back on display. Mostly he was just ignored by the passing people, but sometimes passers-by would add to his humiliation and punishment by spitting in his face or women would sometimes slap his face just for the fun of it.
But, that was for minor crimes for more serious crimes the punishment grew harsher and more painful, but public humiliation was always the main theme. For example for sexual assault a man convicted was sentenced to be strung up naked with his legs spread apart in the lobby of a building which housed a secretarial service. The secretaries that worked there always dressed in smart office attire, which usually included heels and hose. These women understood that it was their civic duty to kick the man in the balls every time they walked past. Most of the women considered it a personal challenge to see how hard they could kick him. Especially if they were stressed out or pissed off about something at work they could take out their aggressions on this staked out and helpless creature. Sometimes it required several kicks to vent their frustrations. It was fun to watch his facial expressions as her high-heeled shoe slammed into his exposed balls. None of the women cared or bothered to think about his feelings, except to think things like “BAM! That’ll get his attention. I bet he’ll feel that for a week!”, if she got him a particular good one. Or to think something like, “Take that! That’ll teach you to prey on defenseless women!” Either way they knew it was their duty to make him regret his actions and therefore make a better world for them all to live in.
But that’s not what we are here to talk about today. Today we are here to talk about Mark Weston and his punishment. His was a medium punishment. Not as light as the first example, but not as heavy as the last either. Mark was convicted of sexual harassment. Especially centered around the legs and feet of the women in his office. He was always finding a reason to put his hands on their legs. In the same building which housed the secretarial service there was a lounge where the women could go to relax and have some fun when they weren’t working. It had a snack bar and some tables and a lot of video games scattered around the walls. Mark’s punishment was that he was strapped down on his back in front of one of these video games. His head was mounted face-up in a urethane mold to prevent movement on his part and served as the platform the women would stand on to play the video game. Most of the women were younger, pretty women who were just starting their career, but there were some middle age women sprinkled tin there.
They way it usually worked was the women would walk up his body in their spike heeled shoes and when they got to his chest they would step out of their shoes and onto Mark’s waiting face in their stocking feet. They would stand on his face the whole time as they played the video game.
The way the game worked was kind of like one of those lamps that has no switch, but turns on when you touch the base. The game had a yoke affair that the women held in their hands and used it to control the game characters. The game would activate as soon as the woman grasped the yoke in her hand. Like the lamp, a small electric current traveled through the yoke and into the woman’s hand and down through her body and traveled from her feet into Mark’s face, which was grounded back to the video game by a ground wire attached to the back of Mark’s head. Whenever a woman grasped the yoke and stepped onto Mark’s face with her damp, salty feet she completed the electrical connection and the game would start.
The women’s nylon covered feet fresh out of the high-heeled shoes she had been wearing all day were quite aromatic. And she stood on Mark’s face full weight without any more thought than you would give to the pedestal you were standing on. For indeed that just what Mark’s face was – a pedestal to stand on. You could say that Mark experienced a close encounter with the damp, smelly, nyloned feet of all the women who played the game.
Only they didn’t just stand still. They bounced and wiggled and swayed this way and that as they went through the gyrations of playing the game. As they stood right on his face with both feet he had to breathe as best he could around her feet or by sucking air through her toes, filtered by her damp sweaty nylons of course. Some women would get frustrated by the challenges of the game and stomp on Mark’s face to vent their irritation.
When Mark was placed in his placed in his place in the machine by his handlers at the start of each day he was given an injection into his vocal cords that caused them to shrink and draw tight, which rendered him unable to utter a sound. That way he wouldn’t disturb the game player on his face by crying out if she stomped or twisted her foot on his face in a particularly painful way. As a result most women forgot that they were in fact standing on a man’s face as they concentrated on the game they were playing. And Mark could suffer in silence as his head felt like it was going to explode or implode from the woman dancing or prancing with all her weight of his physiognomy.
And suffer he did as women of all types pranced and gyrated on his face all day, day after, day. Not only did he have to endure the terrible weight of their feet smashing into his face, but their feet always smelled just like feet do after they have been in been in high-heels all day and they rubbed that smell into his face literally all day long. He actually breathed in that smell with every breath he took. But that’s not all. He also had to taste their sweaty feet as well!
If the woman’s feet were too dry they wouldn’t make good enough electrical contact with Mark’s face and the game would play erratically or not at all. That was the basis for the urban myth that developed. The truth is, especially as most women came in after a long day at work, their nyloned feet were more damp and sweaty by far than was required for electrical contact. After all salty dampness makes a hell of an electrolyte! But the myth developed anyway and most women developed the habit of stomping on Mark’s face to get his attention and then telling his to stick out his tongue so they wipe their dirty feet on it to increase the moisture. This was especially true if they were having a bad game. They thought the play would improve if they moistened their feet some more. As a result, in addition to their other charms, Mark got to enjoy the taste of their dirty feet as well.
Some women developed the habit on standing on Mark’s face with one foot while sticking the other foot in Mark’s mouth and just letting it soak while they played the game. Not only did Mark have all her weight concentrated on one foot on the face, but he had to try and breathe around the other sweaty nylon foot stuck in his mouth. This situation was particularly distasteful for Mark! (Pardon the pun.)
There was one woman, Cheryl, who was very beautiful, but rather petite at 5’3” and just over 100 lbs. She tried to make up for what she thought of as shortcoming, her size, by dressing to the nines in short skirts, and strappy sandals with very high heels. Not platforms, in fact very thin elegant soles, but very high heels of 3 1\2” or 4” and fashionable stockings with the tops just visible above her skirt hem. She liked to play the game a lot, but whenever she played she left her shoes on because she wasn’t tall enough otherwise to reach the controls comfortably. Now these shoes sometimes did not make a good electrical connection so she had to have Mark give her soles a good licking to get the soles good and wet. These were the same shoes she wore out in the street everyday so Mark got to taste whatever she walked in out on the street that day. By the time he got done scrubbing her soles with his tongue they were quite clean. Then she stood on his face in her thin, pointy, high-heels while she danced about on his face playing the game. She wasn’t as heavy as some of the other women, but in those heels she could really tear up Mark’s face. He would scream out if he could. Especially when she stood back on her heels, digging them in his cheeks or when she stepped in his mouth with her heel and stood on the inside of his mouth, with her heel digging in to whatever it found in there.
The game Mark was attached to was a fairly popular one and there was usually a queue of women waiting to play the game. So this way just about the time he got all the smell and taste out of one set of feet. She would step down and a new pair of feet fresh out of her high-heels would take her place. Sometimes the women waiting to play the game would stand behind the game player in her spike-heeled shoes on Mark’s body to wait for her to finish. This would usually be very painful for Mark, as the woman’s heels would dig deeply into his body as she patiently waited for her turn. Sometimes he had two or three women standing on him at once.
Unfortunately some women, tired of waiting for her turn and wanting to speed things up, would step directly on Mark’s exposed balls in the hopes that his painful jerking reaction would disrupt the player and cause her to loose and therefore quit the game. Some of the more bold ones would kick him real hard in the balls trying for the same reaction. This usually didn’t work and all that would happen was besides getting and excruciating pain in his balls, Mark would also get a good face stomping for not holding still.
Mark’s nose was broken the first time the second day he was placed in the game. Some woman stood directly on it with the heel of her foot and put all her weight on that heel as she bounced and gyrated about playing the game. Mark could hear cartilage snapping and breaking every time she shifted her weight. And the pain was almost enough to cause him to pass out, but instead he just suffered in silence. By the time she finished and stepped down his nose was a real mess. He had to be taken from the machine and cleaned up before he could be used again. It was broken again three days later when an excitable woman won the game and became so excited she began jumping up and down on Mark’s face repeatedly, she was so excited about winning. She jumped all over his face with abandon and numerous times her feet slammed into his nose. Again Mark could hear and feel the cartilage crunching as it broke and splintered and the women kept jumping on it with all her weight. Once again, Mark had to be taken from the machine and cleaned up before he could resume his place.
In addition to the refreshments, food, and games sometimes the ladies lounge was used for special events or shows. A fashion show or cooking demonstrations are good examples. This particular day a demonstration on how to apply makeup was scheduled. Corrine, a tall, pretty, brunette with a short skirt, high-heels and coffee colored pantyhose arrived a little late. She worked her way around the room looking for an empty seat, which appeared to be all taken. She finally arrived in front of Mark saying, but not really talking to him, “It appears that all the seats and taken so I’ll just have to sit here.” Then turned around lifted her skirt and sat full on Mark’s face. She didn’t consider or even think about what that would be like for Mark. She wasn’t wearing any panties with her pantyhose so the only thing separating Mark’s face from her ass was the sheer material of her pantyhose. Mark was forced to breathe through the crack of her ass with the air filtered through the gusset portion of her pantyhose. His mouth was pressed right up against her asshole and his nose was pressed tight to the material covering the crack of her ass. Right away he could smell the sweat that had accumulated in her ass crack all day and her rather distinctive ass smell. She could feel the wind as he struggled to breathe her asshole and it felt good blowing up through her ass crack. She propped her feet up with her heels digging into Mark’s crotch and just sat back and enjoyed herself.
Mark, on the other hand, was doing any thing but. His balls hurt something fearsome as she banged her heels into them and then just let them keep digging into his crotch as she sat full weight on Mark’s face without a care in the world, Mark had to struggle for every breath and every breath was strong with the smell of the ass crack and ass. And she sat like that for a full hour as the demonstration progressed. Whenever his lips grew dry he would instinctively try and wet them with his tongue, but all that would do is allow him to taste Corrine’s ass as well as smell it. Every time his licked his lips he licked her ass hole as well, as it was pressed tight to his lips. Corrine felt this also and enjoyed the sensation and would wriggle about on his face to show her enjoyment. Finally after the hour was up the demonstration subsided and Corrine got up from Mark’s face.
Unfortunately she stood up right on his crotch with her high-heeled shoes. Mark finally got a breath of air that wasn’t tainted with the smell and taste of Corrine’s ass and he had to experience it while his balls were exploding in pain. Corrine thought as long as she was here she might as well play a game before she goes, so she walked up on Mark’s chest and stepped out of her shoes and on to his face with her smelly stocking feet. Mark could still smell and taste her ass when suddenly he got to smell and taste her dirty feet as well. When she was done she stepped back into her shoes turned and walked away without a thought in the world to Mark. And, as the next pair of smelly stocking feet stepped up onto his face, he didn’t have much time to think about it either.
This is how it was day after day for Mark. His face was actually getting flatter from so many women standing on it every day and it would be years before he got the taste of dirty stocking feet out of his mouth. One thing was for sure; he was never going to commit sexual harassment again! He really didn’t think he could take much more, but at one month into a six-month sentence he had a long way to go.
Crime & Punishment
By Lone Stranger
The year was 2031 and the legal system was quite different that is had been in the past. People got tired of petty criminals committing crimes and then, when caught, getting probation or sent to some cushy prison where they could lounge around and play video games or watch TV all day for their punishment. People wanted the punishment to mean something. To somewhat fit the crime, but mainly something to get people to change their behavior and something to give the public a sense that something was being done about petty criminals.
So a system was developed similar to what they did in New England long ago with stocks and pillories only more creative. For example is someone was found to be guilty of cheating on his time card at work his punishment might be to be chained to a pole on a street corner in full public view and be charged with the duty of shouting out the correct time every minute all day long. Rain or shine, hot or cold. Every day he was taken inside twice a day to use the restroom and eat or drink and then he was put back on display. Mostly he was just ignored by the passing people, but sometimes passers-by would add to his humiliation and punishment by spitting in his face or women would sometimes slap his face just for the fun of it.
But, that was for minor crimes for more serious crimes the punishment grew harsher and more painful, but public humiliation was always the main theme. For example for sexual assault a man convicted was sentenced to be strung up naked with his legs spread apart in the lobby of a building which housed a secretarial service. The secretaries that worked there always dressed in smart office attire, which usually included heels and hose. These women understood that it was their civic duty to kick the man in the balls every time they walked past. Most of the women considered it a personal challenge to see how hard they could kick him. Especially if they were stressed out or pissed off about something at work they could take out their aggressions on this staked out and helpless creature. Sometimes it required several kicks to vent their frustrations. It was fun to watch his facial expressions as her high-heeled shoe slammed into his exposed balls. None of the women cared or bothered to think about his feelings, except to think things like “BAM! That’ll get his attention. I bet he’ll feel that for a week!”, if she got him a particular good one. Or to think something like, “Take that! That’ll teach you to prey on defenseless women!” Either way they knew it was their duty to make him regret his actions and therefore make a better world for them all to live in.
But that’s not what we are here to talk about today. Today we are here to talk about Mark Weston and his punishment. His was a medium punishment. Not as light as the first example, but not as heavy as the last either. Mark was convicted of sexual harassment. Especially centered around the legs and feet of the women in his office. He was always finding a reason to put his hands on their legs. In the same building which housed the secretarial service there was a lounge where the women could go to relax and have some fun when they weren’t working. It had a snack bar and some tables and a lot of video games scattered around the walls. Mark’s punishment was that he was strapped down on his back in front of one of these video games. His head was mounted face-up in a urethane mold to prevent movement on his part and served as the platform the women would stand on to play the video game. Most of the women were younger, pretty women who were just starting their career, but there were some middle age women sprinkled tin there.
They way it usually worked was the women would walk up his body in their spike heeled shoes and when they got to his chest they would step out of their shoes and onto Mark’s waiting face in their stocking feet. They would stand on his face the whole time as they played the video game.
The way the game worked was kind of like one of those lamps that has no switch, but turns on when you touch the base. The game had a yoke affair that the women held in their hands and used it to control the game characters. The game would activate as soon as the woman grasped the yoke in her hand. Like the lamp, a small electric current traveled through the yoke and into the woman’s hand and down through her body and traveled from her feet into Mark’s face, which was grounded back to the video game by a ground wire attached to the back of Mark’s head. Whenever a woman grasped the yoke and stepped onto Mark’s face with her damp, salty feet she completed the electrical connection and the game would start.
The women’s nylon covered feet fresh out of the high-heeled shoes she had been wearing all day were quite aromatic. And she stood on Mark’s face full weight without any more thought than you would give to the pedestal you were standing on. For indeed that just what Mark’s face was – a pedestal to stand on. You could say that Mark experienced a close encounter with the damp, smelly, nyloned feet of all the women who played the game.
Only they didn’t just stand still. They bounced and wiggled and swayed this way and that as they went through the gyrations of playing the game. As they stood right on his face with both feet he had to breathe as best he could around her feet or by sucking air through her toes, filtered by her damp sweaty nylons of course. Some women would get frustrated by the challenges of the game and stomp on Mark’s face to vent their irritation.
When Mark was placed in his placed in his place in the machine by his handlers at the start of each day he was given an injection into his vocal cords that caused them to shrink and draw tight, which rendered him unable to utter a sound. That way he wouldn’t disturb the game player on his face by crying out if she stomped or twisted her foot on his face in a particularly painful way. As a result most women forgot that they were in fact standing on a man’s face as they concentrated on the game they were playing. And Mark could suffer in silence as his head felt like it was going to explode or implode from the woman dancing or prancing with all her weight of his physiognomy.
And suffer he did as women of all types pranced and gyrated on his face all day, day after, day. Not only did he have to endure the terrible weight of their feet smashing into his face, but their feet always smelled just like feet do after they have been in been in high-heels all day and they rubbed that smell into his face literally all day long. He actually breathed in that smell with every breath he took. But that’s not all. He also had to taste their sweaty feet as well!
If the woman’s feet were too dry they wouldn’t make good enough electrical contact with Mark’s face and the game would play erratically or not at all. That was the basis for the urban myth that developed. The truth is, especially as most women came in after a long day at work, their nyloned feet were more damp and sweaty by far than was required for electrical contact. After all salty dampness makes a hell of an electrolyte! But the myth developed anyway and most women developed the habit of stomping on Mark’s face to get his attention and then telling his to stick out his tongue so they wipe their dirty feet on it to increase the moisture. This was especially true if they were having a bad game. They thought the play would improve if they moistened their feet some more. As a result, in addition to their other charms, Mark got to enjoy the taste of their dirty feet as well.
Some women developed the habit on standing on Mark’s face with one foot while sticking the other foot in Mark’s mouth and just letting it soak while they played the game. Not only did Mark have all her weight concentrated on one foot on the face, but he had to try and breathe around the other sweaty nylon foot stuck in his mouth. This situation was particularly distasteful for Mark! (Pardon the pun.)
There was one woman, Cheryl, who was very beautiful, but rather petite at 5’3” and just over 100 lbs. She tried to make up for what she thought of as shortcoming, her size, by dressing to the nines in short skirts, and strappy sandals with very high heels. Not platforms, in fact very thin elegant soles, but very high heels of 3 1\2” or 4” and fashionable stockings with the tops just visible above her skirt hem. She liked to play the game a lot, but whenever she played she left her shoes on because she wasn’t tall enough otherwise to reach the controls comfortably. Now these shoes sometimes did not make a good electrical connection so she had to have Mark give her soles a good licking to get the soles good and wet. These were the same shoes she wore out in the street everyday so Mark got to taste whatever she walked in out on the street that day. By the time he got done scrubbing her soles with his tongue they were quite clean. Then she stood on his face in her thin, pointy, high-heels while she danced about on his face playing the game. She wasn’t as heavy as some of the other women, but in those heels she could really tear up Mark’s face. He would scream out if he could. Especially when she stood back on her heels, digging them in his cheeks or when she stepped in his mouth with her heel and stood on the inside of his mouth, with her heel digging in to whatever it found in there.
The game Mark was attached to was a fairly popular one and there was usually a queue of women waiting to play the game. So this way just about the time he got all the smell and taste out of one set of feet. She would step down and a new pair of feet fresh out of her high-heels would take her place. Sometimes the women waiting to play the game would stand behind the game player in her spike-heeled shoes on Mark’s body to wait for her to finish. This would usually be very painful for Mark, as the woman’s heels would dig deeply into his body as she patiently waited for her turn. Sometimes he had two or three women standing on him at once.
Unfortunately some women, tired of waiting for her turn and wanting to speed things up, would step directly on Mark’s exposed balls in the hopes that his painful jerking reaction would disrupt the player and cause her to loose and therefore quit the game. Some of the more bold ones would kick him real hard in the balls trying for the same reaction. This usually didn’t work and all that would happen was besides getting and excruciating pain in his balls, Mark would also get a good face stomping for not holding still.
Mark’s nose was broken the first time the second day he was placed in the game. Some woman stood directly on it with the heel of her foot and put all her weight on that heel as she bounced and gyrated about playing the game. Mark could hear cartilage snapping and breaking every time she shifted her weight. And the pain was almost enough to cause him to pass out, but instead he just suffered in silence. By the time she finished and stepped down his nose was a real mess. He had to be taken from the machine and cleaned up before he could be used again. It was broken again three days later when an excitable woman won the game and became so excited she began jumping up and down on Mark’s face repeatedly, she was so excited about winning. She jumped all over his face with abandon and numerous times her feet slammed into his nose. Again Mark could hear and feel the cartilage crunching as it broke and splintered and the women kept jumping on it with all her weight. Once again, Mark had to be taken from the machine and cleaned up before he could resume his place.
In addition to the refreshments, food, and games sometimes the ladies lounge was used for special events or shows. A fashion show or cooking demonstrations are good examples. This particular day a demonstration on how to apply makeup was scheduled. Corrine, a tall, pretty, brunette with a short skirt, high-heels and coffee colored pantyhose arrived a little late. She worked her way around the room looking for an empty seat, which appeared to be all taken. She finally arrived in front of Mark saying, but not really talking to him, “It appears that all the seats and taken so I’ll just have to sit here.” Then turned around lifted her skirt and sat full on Mark’s face. She didn’t consider or even think about what that would be like for Mark. She wasn’t wearing any panties with her pantyhose so the only thing separating Mark’s face from her ass was the sheer material of her pantyhose. Mark was forced to breathe through the crack of her ass with the air filtered through the gusset portion of her pantyhose. His mouth was pressed right up against her asshole and his nose was pressed tight to the material covering the crack of her ass. Right away he could smell the sweat that had accumulated in her ass crack all day and her rather distinctive ass smell. She could feel the wind as he struggled to breathe her asshole and it felt good blowing up through her ass crack. She propped her feet up with her heels digging into Mark’s crotch and just sat back and enjoyed herself.
Mark, on the other hand, was doing any thing but. His balls hurt something fearsome as she banged her heels into them and then just let them keep digging into his crotch as she sat full weight on Mark’s face without a care in the world, Mark had to struggle for every breath and every breath was strong with the smell of the ass crack and ass. And she sat like that for a full hour as the demonstration progressed. Whenever his lips grew dry he would instinctively try and wet them with his tongue, but all that would do is allow him to taste Corrine’s ass as well as smell it. Every time his licked his lips he licked her ass hole as well, as it was pressed tight to his lips. Corrine felt this also and enjoyed the sensation and would wriggle about on his face to show her enjoyment. Finally after the hour was up the demonstration subsided and Corrine got up from Mark’s face.
Unfortunately she stood up right on his crotch with her high-heeled shoes. Mark finally got a breath of air that wasn’t tainted with the smell and taste of Corrine’s ass and he had to experience it while his balls were exploding in pain. Corrine thought as long as she was here she might as well play a game before she goes, so she walked up on Mark’s chest and stepped out of her shoes and on to his face with her smelly stocking feet. Mark could still smell and taste her ass when suddenly he got to smell and taste her dirty feet as well. When she was done she stepped back into her shoes turned and walked away without a thought in the world to Mark. And, as the next pair of smelly stocking feet stepped up onto his face, he didn’t have much time to think about it either.
This is how it was day after day for Mark. His face was actually getting flatter from so many women standing on it every day and it would be years before he got the taste of dirty stocking feet out of his mouth. One thing was for sure; he was never going to commit sexual harassment again! He really didn’t think he could take much more, but at one month into a six-month sentence he had a long way to go.