toiletman80
04-25-2011, 1:56 AM
PART 2
As he lay there helpless and at the mercy of any woman that felt the need to wipe her dirty shoes on his trapped face, he held onto the slim hope that maybe he would be shown some mercy by the rich and arrogant ladies that frequented the upmarket shopping area where he was locked in the ground.
Unfortunately though his hope wasn't to last long, as he heard the distinctive sound of a pair of high heel shoes getting closer to him until he saw a smartly dressed business woman of around 35 arrogantly standing over his face.
She was dressed in a white collared blouse complete with a knee length business skirt and finished off with a pair of black pantyhose which matched her expensive looking black high heels which he could now see out of the corner of his eye.
Her light blond hair was elegantly tied up in a bun on the top of her head as she then looked down at him with her blue eyes, giving him a look of disgust, as she lifted up the sole of one of her high heels and harshly bought it down across his upturned face, making extra sure she was scraping all the street dirt off the bottom of the sole and onto him, while all he could do was look up helplessly as this cruel and far more superior business woman cleaned her shoes on his face.
His face once again started to hurt as she continued to roughly wipe the soles of her heels down on him, showing no concern at all for his discomfort because to her he was merely a doormat, whose only purpose was to clean the bottoms of her expensive shoes until they we're cleaned to her full satisfaction and that was his only use to her.
Thankfully for him though, she then stopped to inspect the soles as she turned each heel around slightly, looking carefully to make sure all the dirt had been fully removed, unfortunately though she still wasn't entirely happy as she noticed a small patch of dirt around the sharp point of one of the heels.
So she then lifted the sole back up over his face until the bottom of the heel was over his mouth as she then bought the sharp point down, forcing it inside his mouth, then lifting it back up again slightly before forcing it back inside his mouth again, to make extra sure the dirt around the point was being wiped off inside his mouth.
She then removed the point and turned it around again slightly to check that the offending dirt had been fully removed, which she seemed satisfied had been done.
Now happy with her newly cleaned shoes she was ready to continue with her day as she arrogantly stepped over his face without so much as a farewell glance down towards him.
She then disappeared into the clothes shop, leaving him there with her freshly wiped street muck all over him and around his mouth, as he waited for the next woman that needed to use his shoe cleaning face.
As he lay there helpless in his shoe cleaning prison with his face now painfully sore and with no way to wash the awful taste of dirt out of his mouth, he wondered how he was going to survive a lifetime of this cruel punishment handed down by the female authorities.
He knew that once a sentence had been handed down to a male accused of any crime, no matter how minor, then that sentence was final and there was no chance of it ever being overturned, which was making him even more depressed knowing that this was going to be his new life from now on.
However his thoughts we're soon broken as he heard the sound of two girls talking and laughing and obviously having a good time enjoying their freedom, unlike him trapped down below their feet.
As they got closer he could make out from the corner of his eye that one of the young girls, who looked to be in her early twentys, was wearing an extremely posh looking pair of black leather knee high boots complete with a menacing looking spike at the bottom of the heels that looked like it could inflict some serious damage to his already hurt face if she decided to dig it into the any part of him while wiping her soles clean, so he hoped more than anything that she would just walk past or even go to another human doormat prisoner and leave him alone, but unfortunately it wasn't to be as both girls stopped directly above his face.
He looked up at the pretty young lady with the menacing looking leather boots, who even in his position looked to be a very tall and slim girl, with her long and shiny black hair running elegantly down her back.
She also, like most girls that shopped in the area, was immaculately dressed in very expensive looking designer clothes, as he thought to himself how she looked every part a fashion model you'd see in a magazine.
He then heard the attractive woman start complaining to her friend about the dirtiness of the footpaths and how the useless male street cleaners are to incompetent to even do a simple job like keeping the paths clean.
The male street cleaners, like him, are also serving life sentences which have been handed down by the all female court.
They are forced to work 20 hours a days without a break, entirely on their hands and knees as they are forbidden to ever stand up as they sweep the dirty footpaths of the city clean with a small brush and shovel while the ladies walking freely above them, show no sympathy as they walk on past, ignoring them completely, with their shoes sometimes just inches away from the street cleaners continuously bowed faces as they walk arrogantly by.
The female police officers also had whips that hung menacingly from their belts, which were bought down painfully across a street cleaners back if he was caught slacking off from his job for even a second which helped to give the prisoners extra motivation.
After she had finished complaining about how useless the male street cleaners were, she angrily lifted up the sole of her leather boot and scraped it down the side of his face as hard as she could without being in the least bit concerned about how much pain she was causing him.
She then continued her aggressive assault on his helpless face as she once again lifted up the sole of her boot and scraped it straight down across the top of his nose with such force he heard it crack which caused him even more excruciating pain as he was sure she must have cruelly broken his nose.
His nostrils were now fulled with the smell of rubber mixed with street dirt as she continued to scrape her dirty soles down on his trapped face again and again for what seemed to him like an eternity.
He was tempted to try and beg her for mercy but the thought of the police punishment boot being raked down the sides of his face for speaking made him think better of it.
So even though he was in so much discomfort with his face becoming a broken mess he had no choice but to lie there and endure the punishment she was giving him as she continued to harshly wipe her boots on his face until at last she was satisfied that both her soles were clean.
Then as if to punish him one last time she lifted up one of her sharp pointed heels and stuck it straight into the side of his face, digging it in deep, before moving it up and down across his cheeks so the bottoms of her heels would be nice and clean also.
The pain from this was almost unbearable, as the sharp point of the heel started ripping across the side of his face and he was sure he was going to pass out at any moment, although he knew she wouldn't care if he did anyway, as she would just continue to wipe her shoes on him whether he was conscious or not.
But at last after almost ripping his face apart she was now happy that her shoes we're clean enough to enter the clothes store so she could continue with her days shopping, while leaving him there in agony, completely battered and bruised.
It was then her friends turn to wipe her shoes on his torn up face.
Like the other girls that had used him throughout the day, she was also a very arrogant and haughty young lady, as she towered above him with her hands on her hips, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence.
She was also a very attractive young lady with long straight brown hair tied back behind her in a ponytail.
She was dressed in a stylish dress top and skirt complete with matching handbag and expensive jewelry that hung from her wrists, and as he lay there looking up at this well presented and elegant young woman he couldn't help but think how much better she was compared to someone like him, trapped below her feet, covered in dirt and filth, who's only use was to clean the muck from the bottoms of her expensive shoes, as she towered above him.
Her blue eyes then stared down toward her stylish open toe dress sandals complete with their fancy leather straps that wound their way around her ankles, as she assessed how much cleaning they were going to require.
She then proceeded to lift up one of her soles and start scraping it across the top of his forehead, which caused his already hurt face to start throbbing even more as the friction caused from the rubber sole started to burn the top of his face.
Not that she cared one little bit about how much pain and distress she was causing him, her only concern was how clean her shoes we're getting, so she could continue with her days shopping.
She then lifted up her dirty sole yet again, bringing it straight down across the middle his face, then running it over his mouth and freshly broken nose, before finishing off by scraping it down the sides of his cheeks, checking the sole carefully after each scrape until she was happy that it was fully cleaned.
She then repeated the process with the other sole, scraping it down his battered face again and again until she was satisfied that it was clean also.
Now that the bottoms of her shoes were nice and clean she was ready to join her friend so they could continue with their days shopping, as she then lifted her shoe straight over the top of his head and stepped on his face, just like you would if you we're stepping on regular doormat, which to her that's exactly what he was, as she then casually walked into the clothes store without giving any thought to him whatsoever.
He was sure that he had heard his nose crack yet again, as she had cruelly stepped across his face, putting her full weight on top of it, which he knew must of bent it even more out of shape.
He thought that if this cruel treatment continues from these rich and arrogant woman then it wouldn't be very long before his whole face would be a completely unrecognisable broken mess, not that any one of these ladies would care in the slightest, just as long as they had something to wipe their expensive shoes on that's the only thing they cared about.
As he lay there helpless and at the mercy of any woman that felt the need to wipe her dirty shoes on his trapped face, he held onto the slim hope that maybe he would be shown some mercy by the rich and arrogant ladies that frequented the upmarket shopping area where he was locked in the ground.
Unfortunately though his hope wasn't to last long, as he heard the distinctive sound of a pair of high heel shoes getting closer to him until he saw a smartly dressed business woman of around 35 arrogantly standing over his face.
She was dressed in a white collared blouse complete with a knee length business skirt and finished off with a pair of black pantyhose which matched her expensive looking black high heels which he could now see out of the corner of his eye.
Her light blond hair was elegantly tied up in a bun on the top of her head as she then looked down at him with her blue eyes, giving him a look of disgust, as she lifted up the sole of one of her high heels and harshly bought it down across his upturned face, making extra sure she was scraping all the street dirt off the bottom of the sole and onto him, while all he could do was look up helplessly as this cruel and far more superior business woman cleaned her shoes on his face.
His face once again started to hurt as she continued to roughly wipe the soles of her heels down on him, showing no concern at all for his discomfort because to her he was merely a doormat, whose only purpose was to clean the bottoms of her expensive shoes until they we're cleaned to her full satisfaction and that was his only use to her.
Thankfully for him though, she then stopped to inspect the soles as she turned each heel around slightly, looking carefully to make sure all the dirt had been fully removed, unfortunately though she still wasn't entirely happy as she noticed a small patch of dirt around the sharp point of one of the heels.
So she then lifted the sole back up over his face until the bottom of the heel was over his mouth as she then bought the sharp point down, forcing it inside his mouth, then lifting it back up again slightly before forcing it back inside his mouth again, to make extra sure the dirt around the point was being wiped off inside his mouth.
She then removed the point and turned it around again slightly to check that the offending dirt had been fully removed, which she seemed satisfied had been done.
Now happy with her newly cleaned shoes she was ready to continue with her day as she arrogantly stepped over his face without so much as a farewell glance down towards him.
She then disappeared into the clothes shop, leaving him there with her freshly wiped street muck all over him and around his mouth, as he waited for the next woman that needed to use his shoe cleaning face.
As he lay there helpless in his shoe cleaning prison with his face now painfully sore and with no way to wash the awful taste of dirt out of his mouth, he wondered how he was going to survive a lifetime of this cruel punishment handed down by the female authorities.
He knew that once a sentence had been handed down to a male accused of any crime, no matter how minor, then that sentence was final and there was no chance of it ever being overturned, which was making him even more depressed knowing that this was going to be his new life from now on.
However his thoughts we're soon broken as he heard the sound of two girls talking and laughing and obviously having a good time enjoying their freedom, unlike him trapped down below their feet.
As they got closer he could make out from the corner of his eye that one of the young girls, who looked to be in her early twentys, was wearing an extremely posh looking pair of black leather knee high boots complete with a menacing looking spike at the bottom of the heels that looked like it could inflict some serious damage to his already hurt face if she decided to dig it into the any part of him while wiping her soles clean, so he hoped more than anything that she would just walk past or even go to another human doormat prisoner and leave him alone, but unfortunately it wasn't to be as both girls stopped directly above his face.
He looked up at the pretty young lady with the menacing looking leather boots, who even in his position looked to be a very tall and slim girl, with her long and shiny black hair running elegantly down her back.
She also, like most girls that shopped in the area, was immaculately dressed in very expensive looking designer clothes, as he thought to himself how she looked every part a fashion model you'd see in a magazine.
He then heard the attractive woman start complaining to her friend about the dirtiness of the footpaths and how the useless male street cleaners are to incompetent to even do a simple job like keeping the paths clean.
The male street cleaners, like him, are also serving life sentences which have been handed down by the all female court.
They are forced to work 20 hours a days without a break, entirely on their hands and knees as they are forbidden to ever stand up as they sweep the dirty footpaths of the city clean with a small brush and shovel while the ladies walking freely above them, show no sympathy as they walk on past, ignoring them completely, with their shoes sometimes just inches away from the street cleaners continuously bowed faces as they walk arrogantly by.
The female police officers also had whips that hung menacingly from their belts, which were bought down painfully across a street cleaners back if he was caught slacking off from his job for even a second which helped to give the prisoners extra motivation.
After she had finished complaining about how useless the male street cleaners were, she angrily lifted up the sole of her leather boot and scraped it down the side of his face as hard as she could without being in the least bit concerned about how much pain she was causing him.
She then continued her aggressive assault on his helpless face as she once again lifted up the sole of her boot and scraped it straight down across the top of his nose with such force he heard it crack which caused him even more excruciating pain as he was sure she must have cruelly broken his nose.
His nostrils were now fulled with the smell of rubber mixed with street dirt as she continued to scrape her dirty soles down on his trapped face again and again for what seemed to him like an eternity.
He was tempted to try and beg her for mercy but the thought of the police punishment boot being raked down the sides of his face for speaking made him think better of it.
So even though he was in so much discomfort with his face becoming a broken mess he had no choice but to lie there and endure the punishment she was giving him as she continued to harshly wipe her boots on his face until at last she was satisfied that both her soles were clean.
Then as if to punish him one last time she lifted up one of her sharp pointed heels and stuck it straight into the side of his face, digging it in deep, before moving it up and down across his cheeks so the bottoms of her heels would be nice and clean also.
The pain from this was almost unbearable, as the sharp point of the heel started ripping across the side of his face and he was sure he was going to pass out at any moment, although he knew she wouldn't care if he did anyway, as she would just continue to wipe her shoes on him whether he was conscious or not.
But at last after almost ripping his face apart she was now happy that her shoes we're clean enough to enter the clothes store so she could continue with her days shopping, while leaving him there in agony, completely battered and bruised.
It was then her friends turn to wipe her shoes on his torn up face.
Like the other girls that had used him throughout the day, she was also a very arrogant and haughty young lady, as she towered above him with her hands on her hips, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence.
She was also a very attractive young lady with long straight brown hair tied back behind her in a ponytail.
She was dressed in a stylish dress top and skirt complete with matching handbag and expensive jewelry that hung from her wrists, and as he lay there looking up at this well presented and elegant young woman he couldn't help but think how much better she was compared to someone like him, trapped below her feet, covered in dirt and filth, who's only use was to clean the muck from the bottoms of her expensive shoes, as she towered above him.
Her blue eyes then stared down toward her stylish open toe dress sandals complete with their fancy leather straps that wound their way around her ankles, as she assessed how much cleaning they were going to require.
She then proceeded to lift up one of her soles and start scraping it across the top of his forehead, which caused his already hurt face to start throbbing even more as the friction caused from the rubber sole started to burn the top of his face.
Not that she cared one little bit about how much pain and distress she was causing him, her only concern was how clean her shoes we're getting, so she could continue with her days shopping.
She then lifted up her dirty sole yet again, bringing it straight down across the middle his face, then running it over his mouth and freshly broken nose, before finishing off by scraping it down the sides of his cheeks, checking the sole carefully after each scrape until she was happy that it was fully cleaned.
She then repeated the process with the other sole, scraping it down his battered face again and again until she was satisfied that it was clean also.
Now that the bottoms of her shoes were nice and clean she was ready to join her friend so they could continue with their days shopping, as she then lifted her shoe straight over the top of his head and stepped on his face, just like you would if you we're stepping on regular doormat, which to her that's exactly what he was, as she then casually walked into the clothes store without giving any thought to him whatsoever.
He was sure that he had heard his nose crack yet again, as she had cruelly stepped across his face, putting her full weight on top of it, which he knew must of bent it even more out of shape.
He thought that if this cruel treatment continues from these rich and arrogant woman then it wouldn't be very long before his whole face would be a completely unrecognisable broken mess, not that any one of these ladies would care in the slightest, just as long as they had something to wipe their expensive shoes on that's the only thing they cared about.