Lone Stranger
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CHAPTER 5
Alan Forester thought he was big stuff. It was always all about him. He was caught embezzling, he thought when he did it, it was OK because he was better than other people and it wasn’t embezzling, it was just what he deserved. The judge thought he could use some humility. She sentenced him to be an insignificant tool just to be used and not thought about. She sentenced him to be made into a footrest for a bunch of secretaries with tired feet.
He was placed in a office just like the one where Roger above was placed. Only instead of being the seat of a computer terminal that all the secretaries shared Alan was turned into a footrest of a similar computer terminal that all the secretaries shared. The computer chair was a swivel chair and was fitted with a very short leg attached to a big flat disk. The disk was strapped to Alan’s chest so that the chair seat was at normal height when it was placed on his chest and whenever the women sat in the chair all their weight plus the weight of the chair was on Alan’s chest. And Alan’s face was right where the women put their feet when sitting in the chair.
They would plop down in the chair sitting on Alan’s chest and spin around to face the computer and put their feet right on Alan’s face below. Alan was given a shot to disable his vocal cords so he couldn’t make a sound and he was given a shot to his jaw muscles so he couldn’t hold his mouth shut.
Some of the women would keep their high-heeled shoes on and just rest their heavy shod feet on Alan’s face. Their heels would dig into Alan’s chin or cheek and their dirty soles would just mash down on Alan’s nose or eyes or his forehead. Some of these women would sit and work at the computer without moving their feet about they would be just constantly be pressing into Alan’s face. Maybe they would rare back or their heels and drill these into his chin or cheeks. Sometimes they would slip their heels into his open mouth. This would tend to hurt a lot, but without being able to make a sound, Alan just had to endure it. Some women were just the opposite; they couldn’t keep their feet still. They were constantly moving and scraping their feet about. These women too, frequently put their heels in Alan’s mouth. But these women never kept their feet still. Their constantly moving heels tore up Alan’s mouth and tongue something fierce but there was little he could do about it except endure. You’ve seen chair rails scared and marked up from women’s heels well Alan’s mouth was no different except his mouth was much more tender and hurt when it was torn up, but to these women it was just the same. His face was just something to be used and they never considered if he could feel what was happening to him or not.
There was a whole contingent of other women who removed their shoes as soon as they sat down and put their warm, damp, sweaty stocking feet on Alan’s face. Freed from the hot confines of their shoes, the first thing they would do is to rub their stocking feet about on Alan’s face. His facial features would provide the tingling sensation that felt so good on their hot tired feet. The fact their rough nylon stockings were rubbing Alan’s face raw was lost on them. Alan was immediately assaulted by the smell of their damp, sweating stockings as they rubbed the strong smelling foot sweat into every pore of his face. Every breath he took was filtered through their damp stockings. All that he could see, hear, feel, and smell was their feet. Their nylons burned his face and rubbed his skin raw and then the salty foot sweat made it burn all the more.
Usually, after a while, they slowed the rubbing, once their itchy feet were sated, and just let their heavy feet rest on Alan’s face as he continued to smell the constant smell of their sweaty feet and tried to suck air through their dirty nylons. A good many of the women would stick their dirty, nyloned toes into Alan’s open mouth and let him taste them as well as smell them. They would play footsie with his tongue by wriggling their toes all about in his mouth and on his tongue. Their salty tasting toes would burn the scars left by the high heels that had been assaulting it earlier. Frequently after soaking one tasty nylon covered foot in his mouth until the foot sweat was effectively transferred from her dirty stockings to his mouth she would switch feet and soak the other one till it too was clean. Sometimes they stuck their feet so deep in his mouth he would gag on their toes. Usually they would just pull their feet out a little till he quit gagging and then put them right back. Sometimes they would stomp on his face for daring to disturb them.
And so it was that way practically every minute of every day Alan had high-heeled shoes in his face or dirty, smelly nyloned feet in his face and mouth all the time. He became a regular connoisseur of women’s feet; he tasted so many of them. To pass time he would group them in his mind according to taste characteristics. As with Roger even when he was taken down below at the end of the day all he could do was taste feet. All the food he ate and all the fluids he drank tasted of female feet. And that was his life day after day, month after month.
CHAPTER 5
Alan Forester thought he was big stuff. It was always all about him. He was caught embezzling, he thought when he did it, it was OK because he was better than other people and it wasn’t embezzling, it was just what he deserved. The judge thought he could use some humility. She sentenced him to be an insignificant tool just to be used and not thought about. She sentenced him to be made into a footrest for a bunch of secretaries with tired feet.
He was placed in a office just like the one where Roger above was placed. Only instead of being the seat of a computer terminal that all the secretaries shared Alan was turned into a footrest of a similar computer terminal that all the secretaries shared. The computer chair was a swivel chair and was fitted with a very short leg attached to a big flat disk. The disk was strapped to Alan’s chest so that the chair seat was at normal height when it was placed on his chest and whenever the women sat in the chair all their weight plus the weight of the chair was on Alan’s chest. And Alan’s face was right where the women put their feet when sitting in the chair.
They would plop down in the chair sitting on Alan’s chest and spin around to face the computer and put their feet right on Alan’s face below. Alan was given a shot to disable his vocal cords so he couldn’t make a sound and he was given a shot to his jaw muscles so he couldn’t hold his mouth shut.
Some of the women would keep their high-heeled shoes on and just rest their heavy shod feet on Alan’s face. Their heels would dig into Alan’s chin or cheek and their dirty soles would just mash down on Alan’s nose or eyes or his forehead. Some of these women would sit and work at the computer without moving their feet about they would be just constantly be pressing into Alan’s face. Maybe they would rare back or their heels and drill these into his chin or cheeks. Sometimes they would slip their heels into his open mouth. This would tend to hurt a lot, but without being able to make a sound, Alan just had to endure it. Some women were just the opposite; they couldn’t keep their feet still. They were constantly moving and scraping their feet about. These women too, frequently put their heels in Alan’s mouth. But these women never kept their feet still. Their constantly moving heels tore up Alan’s mouth and tongue something fierce but there was little he could do about it except endure. You’ve seen chair rails scared and marked up from women’s heels well Alan’s mouth was no different except his mouth was much more tender and hurt when it was torn up, but to these women it was just the same. His face was just something to be used and they never considered if he could feel what was happening to him or not.
There was a whole contingent of other women who removed their shoes as soon as they sat down and put their warm, damp, sweaty stocking feet on Alan’s face. Freed from the hot confines of their shoes, the first thing they would do is to rub their stocking feet about on Alan’s face. His facial features would provide the tingling sensation that felt so good on their hot tired feet. The fact their rough nylon stockings were rubbing Alan’s face raw was lost on them. Alan was immediately assaulted by the smell of their damp, sweating stockings as they rubbed the strong smelling foot sweat into every pore of his face. Every breath he took was filtered through their damp stockings. All that he could see, hear, feel, and smell was their feet. Their nylons burned his face and rubbed his skin raw and then the salty foot sweat made it burn all the more.
Usually, after a while, they slowed the rubbing, once their itchy feet were sated, and just let their heavy feet rest on Alan’s face as he continued to smell the constant smell of their sweaty feet and tried to suck air through their dirty nylons. A good many of the women would stick their dirty, nyloned toes into Alan’s open mouth and let him taste them as well as smell them. They would play footsie with his tongue by wriggling their toes all about in his mouth and on his tongue. Their salty tasting toes would burn the scars left by the high heels that had been assaulting it earlier. Frequently after soaking one tasty nylon covered foot in his mouth until the foot sweat was effectively transferred from her dirty stockings to his mouth she would switch feet and soak the other one till it too was clean. Sometimes they stuck their feet so deep in his mouth he would gag on their toes. Usually they would just pull their feet out a little till he quit gagging and then put them right back. Sometimes they would stomp on his face for daring to disturb them.
And so it was that way practically every minute of every day Alan had high-heeled shoes in his face or dirty, smelly nyloned feet in his face and mouth all the time. He became a regular connoisseur of women’s feet; he tasted so many of them. To pass time he would group them in his mind according to taste characteristics. As with Roger even when he was taken down below at the end of the day all he could do was taste feet. All the food he ate and all the fluids he drank tasted of female feet. And that was his life day after day, month after month.