facefloor
09-04-2011, 4:00 PM
The Sorority
I looked up at the banner above the entrance. It was purportedly a quote from Aristotle or some other Greek philosopher. It read “Her feet are soft, for she steps on the heads of men”, which I thought was fitting as I lay there, naked, spread eagled on the floor. I had been securely fastened to the ballroom floor of the sorority house, the name of which I still don’t know. I was actually level with the floor by the use of some sort of polyurethane molding of my body. The mold covered my arms and legs and had a particularly stiff section over my throat, leaving my body revealed from my forehead to mid-thigh.
I thought back to how I managed to be here, just one brave, if not naïve, moment with a pretty girl and I’m about to get trampled like I never thought possible. It all started at the Memorial Union one quite Sunday morning. I had come to campus early to attend to some experiments, being a grad student allows me to utilize the campus when it is not crammed full of students. I set some things up and went to the MU to grab some coffee and surf the internet while the experiment ran. While there a group of about 50 girls came into the MU. They were all dressed in these little summer dresses, or blouses and little short outfits. I of course zoomed in on their footwear. This season the gladiator sandal’s as well as wedges seem to be popular (lucky me my favorite!) and they were on full display that day in so many styles and colors….on so many beautiful girls legs. All types of women were present all types of shapes sizes and colors. I thought I had hit the eye candy jackpot!
I thought I was being slick in looking slightly over the top of my laptop to drool over so many wonderful peds in my vicinity. I was the only guy in the place except for the guy at the coffee place. They all got coffee or something to eat and sat down to enjoy it. I got my eyeful, and much to my chagrin a wet spot had grown on the front of my pants while I was fantasizing away. As they began to file out I followed a particularly nice pair of feet in lace up gladiators, the nails painted black to match her dress. That’s when I noticed a girl sitting of to my side a little behind and over a few tables. I glanced in her direction to notice her staring at me with a grin on her face, I thought I was busted so I smiled awkwardly and blushed about 7 shades redder as I turned back to my laptop. I was trying to think about how to get out of there without revealing my moist situation and starting to panic. The last stragglers were filing out, but the girl who had been looking at me was still there. I was suddenly startled by her coming up to me and asking if the seat at my table was taken. I stammered a weirdly squeaky no and motioned to the seat across from me. She sat down in one of the seats next to me and scooted quite close to me, so close her foot and leg were brushing against mine as she swung her foot. I apologized and tried to move my leg out of her way. I got a look at her feet to see a nice pair of cork wedges with about a 6 inch heel on them, with a peep toe showing fluorescent orange toe polish. The uppers were black as well as her dress. I had scooted my leg far enough over that it was against the table leg. She scooted even closer and just rested her leg and foot up against my calf and knee.
“I don’t mind if you don’t.” she replied to my apology.
I looked up at her and she just smiled at me. I again smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I’ve never been much good with the ladies.
“My name is Kristen. I noticed you checking out all of my sorority sisters. Now before you start fretting too much I’m not upset with you at all, in fact I think you’ll find this sorority in particular is really quite friendly to the type of man you are.”
“What do you mean by that? What type of man do you think I am?” I replied, with a little anger in my voice.
“Please don’t get upset, just listen to me, and then make of it what you will.”
“Alright.” I replied.
“The Sorority that you just saw is not a part of the usual University Greek system. We belong to a much older order than those other girls. Our order believes in the superiority of women. We believe certain special men recognize our superiority. They must remain hidden, usually, in this male dominated world out of misperceptions of weakness in the eyes of other males.”
“I saw you as we entered with a look I’ve come to know all too well. The split second your guard was down I saw the genuine desire in your heart to worship these women you saw walk in. You never seemed to look at their breasts or barely glance at their faces. I bet that you could tell me a lot about what they wore on their feet or what color their toenails were.”
My mind was racing at this point, not sure what to think or what to believe. She just sat there with that knowing smile on her face. She was quite beautiful. She had light brown hair flowing down past her shoulders. She had strikingly green eyes, reminded me of a cat. She had on some makeup, but very little was needed to compliment her beauty. She did have on red lipstick that made her poetically gorgeous. This is where my bravery got me into the most exciting and scary situation of my life.
“I do have a foot fetish if you must know. I apologize if I offended, but playing a prank on me is going a little far don’t you think?” There was a pleading note in my voice I tried to conceal, to no avail.
“I’m not playing a prank on you. I’m not making fun of you. In fact I think men like you are better than the majority of males out there. You truly appreciate the female power. It is only truly special men who can recognize their place; even though you call it a fetish I say it is an unconscious recognition of your desire to appease that feminine power.”
“The group I belong to is loosely referred to as a sorority; we have been around for more than 2000 years. We are dedicated to advancing the notion of female superiority. We seek out males that identify with our position and use them in our ceremonies, amongst other things.”
My flashback was interrupted by the doors to the ballroom being flung open. I tilted my head up as much as possible to see who was coming through the door. In walked Kristen, she was dressed in the same outfit I met her in, all those months ago. She was followed by the four members of the council. Angela was the vice president and was a blonde about 5’4” tall. She was wearing an aqua colored, skin tight, mini dress with a pair of calf length black suede boots on. Stacy, the treasurer, followed in a blouse and shorts. I couldn’t see enough to make out what she had on her feet. Moira, the secretary, was next followed by Kathy the sergeant at arms. They were both obscured so I couldn’t make out what they were wearing at first.
The four officers stopped and shut the door while Kristen continued walking toward me, looking me right in the eyes. She stopped once she reached where my knees were, obscured as they were by the foam. I could feel her weight vaguely through the foam. She slowly ran her eyes down my trapped form, lingering on my cock. She took a step forward and prodded it with the toe of her wedge. It stirred and began to swell as she lightly toyed with it. She placed the heel of her wedge against the base and slowly rocked her foot forward transferring her weight with it. The head was slowly crushed under the slightly ridged sole against my lower stomach. She brought her other foot forward, next to the one pressing my member flat and looked me in the eyes again.
“Are you ready for this Mike?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You’ve come so far in the months we have been preparing you. Tonight is your reward for being faithful to our ways and advancing up the ladder so quickly to ceremonial status. You are now owned by us. That is your reward, to become our property and thereby become one with us. We have determined you’re ceremonial status according to your natural tendencies and made you the proving floor. You are now a part of our ceremonial chamber’s floor when a relevant ceremony is to take place. This is a special honor. When ceremonies are not being held you will be sequestered in the Goddess room. This will be your home, where you will sleep eat and live out your days. When a member goes to the Goddess room you will immediately lay on your back to allow her to clean her shoes and feet with your face. Then will follow all instructions for worshipping her feet and allowing her to trample you however long and in whatever way she sees fit.”
She stood pressing my cock flat the entire time, not moving, just looking through my eyes into my soul. I remembered the ceremony about to begin. These were new inductees into the sorority. They were to be tested on their loyalty to the group. I was a tool in that ceremony. My job was to play the part of a kidnapped, unwilling participant in the test. The test consisted of the girl being asked to trample my face and body despite my protests. They will all be dressed in togas and flat-soled gladiator sandals in accordance with the tradition. The tradition originally called for a real victim that was trampled to death at the end of the ceremony, but they dropped that tradition during the Victorian era and their discovery of male submissive tendencies in some men. Tonight’s ceremony will have 53 inductees.
“Do you understand and accept?”
“Yes Mistress.”
She stepped forward onto my chest and extended her shoe sole over my face. I knew what that meant by then and extended my tongue as far as I could. She proceeded to wipe the sole across my tongue a few times. She switched feet and did the same with her other sole.
“I’m so proud of you Mike.” She whispered as she put all her weight on the shoe being dragged across my face. This had the effect of trapping my tongue against my chin as she put more and more weight into crushing my face. I could just barely see around the side of her sole with my left eye as she put all her weight on my face, smashing my nose flat as well as my tongue. My face became distorted as she sunk in a little. The whole time she was looking down at me with a smile on her face. She finally walked forward releasing my face to bounce back to its original shape, I’m sure with a little ridge pattern molded to my face. As I regained composure Angela had reached me and was starting to flatten my aching member with her boots. They turned out to be the kind with a 2-3” block heel and a lightly lugged sole. Angela just looked at me as she marched in place on my cock. Alternatively smashing the base of my cock with one heel on one stride and smashing the head with the sole of the other foot on the other stride.
She didn’t say anything as she took a step forward onto my chest. She took another step and walked in place on my face the same way. Not saying anything, just looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. If I hadn’t toughened up over the last few months she would of tore my face open, but as it was my face had toughened up considerably after the first couple weeks of face trample. She left my face and almost at the same instant Stacy stepped onto my shaft with what turned out to be very similar sandals to the ones the inductees would be wearing. She stood still with one foot pressing my member flat again. She had her eyes closed and was reciting some bit of script I couldn’t make out, probably some part of the ceremony. She took 2 quick steps forward to end up completely covering my face with her sandals. The smooth soles pushed into my face. I could feel every little body adjustment Stacy made as she chanted and slowly started a minute twisting back and forth motion on my face, slowly grinding her soles into my face. One eye was stuck open as the sole touched my cornea and I saw the tiny defects in the sole created by the countless objects this Goddess had smashed with her sandal. My nose was completely flat and my lips were being mashed against my teeth.
She finally finished her chanting and stepped forward as I prepared myself for the next member of the council………..To be continued……
I looked up at the banner above the entrance. It was purportedly a quote from Aristotle or some other Greek philosopher. It read “Her feet are soft, for she steps on the heads of men”, which I thought was fitting as I lay there, naked, spread eagled on the floor. I had been securely fastened to the ballroom floor of the sorority house, the name of which I still don’t know. I was actually level with the floor by the use of some sort of polyurethane molding of my body. The mold covered my arms and legs and had a particularly stiff section over my throat, leaving my body revealed from my forehead to mid-thigh.
I thought back to how I managed to be here, just one brave, if not naïve, moment with a pretty girl and I’m about to get trampled like I never thought possible. It all started at the Memorial Union one quite Sunday morning. I had come to campus early to attend to some experiments, being a grad student allows me to utilize the campus when it is not crammed full of students. I set some things up and went to the MU to grab some coffee and surf the internet while the experiment ran. While there a group of about 50 girls came into the MU. They were all dressed in these little summer dresses, or blouses and little short outfits. I of course zoomed in on their footwear. This season the gladiator sandal’s as well as wedges seem to be popular (lucky me my favorite!) and they were on full display that day in so many styles and colors….on so many beautiful girls legs. All types of women were present all types of shapes sizes and colors. I thought I had hit the eye candy jackpot!
I thought I was being slick in looking slightly over the top of my laptop to drool over so many wonderful peds in my vicinity. I was the only guy in the place except for the guy at the coffee place. They all got coffee or something to eat and sat down to enjoy it. I got my eyeful, and much to my chagrin a wet spot had grown on the front of my pants while I was fantasizing away. As they began to file out I followed a particularly nice pair of feet in lace up gladiators, the nails painted black to match her dress. That’s when I noticed a girl sitting of to my side a little behind and over a few tables. I glanced in her direction to notice her staring at me with a grin on her face, I thought I was busted so I smiled awkwardly and blushed about 7 shades redder as I turned back to my laptop. I was trying to think about how to get out of there without revealing my moist situation and starting to panic. The last stragglers were filing out, but the girl who had been looking at me was still there. I was suddenly startled by her coming up to me and asking if the seat at my table was taken. I stammered a weirdly squeaky no and motioned to the seat across from me. She sat down in one of the seats next to me and scooted quite close to me, so close her foot and leg were brushing against mine as she swung her foot. I apologized and tried to move my leg out of her way. I got a look at her feet to see a nice pair of cork wedges with about a 6 inch heel on them, with a peep toe showing fluorescent orange toe polish. The uppers were black as well as her dress. I had scooted my leg far enough over that it was against the table leg. She scooted even closer and just rested her leg and foot up against my calf and knee.
“I don’t mind if you don’t.” she replied to my apology.
I looked up at her and she just smiled at me. I again smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I’ve never been much good with the ladies.
“My name is Kristen. I noticed you checking out all of my sorority sisters. Now before you start fretting too much I’m not upset with you at all, in fact I think you’ll find this sorority in particular is really quite friendly to the type of man you are.”
“What do you mean by that? What type of man do you think I am?” I replied, with a little anger in my voice.
“Please don’t get upset, just listen to me, and then make of it what you will.”
“Alright.” I replied.
“The Sorority that you just saw is not a part of the usual University Greek system. We belong to a much older order than those other girls. Our order believes in the superiority of women. We believe certain special men recognize our superiority. They must remain hidden, usually, in this male dominated world out of misperceptions of weakness in the eyes of other males.”
“I saw you as we entered with a look I’ve come to know all too well. The split second your guard was down I saw the genuine desire in your heart to worship these women you saw walk in. You never seemed to look at their breasts or barely glance at their faces. I bet that you could tell me a lot about what they wore on their feet or what color their toenails were.”
My mind was racing at this point, not sure what to think or what to believe. She just sat there with that knowing smile on her face. She was quite beautiful. She had light brown hair flowing down past her shoulders. She had strikingly green eyes, reminded me of a cat. She had on some makeup, but very little was needed to compliment her beauty. She did have on red lipstick that made her poetically gorgeous. This is where my bravery got me into the most exciting and scary situation of my life.
“I do have a foot fetish if you must know. I apologize if I offended, but playing a prank on me is going a little far don’t you think?” There was a pleading note in my voice I tried to conceal, to no avail.
“I’m not playing a prank on you. I’m not making fun of you. In fact I think men like you are better than the majority of males out there. You truly appreciate the female power. It is only truly special men who can recognize their place; even though you call it a fetish I say it is an unconscious recognition of your desire to appease that feminine power.”
“The group I belong to is loosely referred to as a sorority; we have been around for more than 2000 years. We are dedicated to advancing the notion of female superiority. We seek out males that identify with our position and use them in our ceremonies, amongst other things.”
My flashback was interrupted by the doors to the ballroom being flung open. I tilted my head up as much as possible to see who was coming through the door. In walked Kristen, she was dressed in the same outfit I met her in, all those months ago. She was followed by the four members of the council. Angela was the vice president and was a blonde about 5’4” tall. She was wearing an aqua colored, skin tight, mini dress with a pair of calf length black suede boots on. Stacy, the treasurer, followed in a blouse and shorts. I couldn’t see enough to make out what she had on her feet. Moira, the secretary, was next followed by Kathy the sergeant at arms. They were both obscured so I couldn’t make out what they were wearing at first.
The four officers stopped and shut the door while Kristen continued walking toward me, looking me right in the eyes. She stopped once she reached where my knees were, obscured as they were by the foam. I could feel her weight vaguely through the foam. She slowly ran her eyes down my trapped form, lingering on my cock. She took a step forward and prodded it with the toe of her wedge. It stirred and began to swell as she lightly toyed with it. She placed the heel of her wedge against the base and slowly rocked her foot forward transferring her weight with it. The head was slowly crushed under the slightly ridged sole against my lower stomach. She brought her other foot forward, next to the one pressing my member flat and looked me in the eyes again.
“Are you ready for this Mike?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You’ve come so far in the months we have been preparing you. Tonight is your reward for being faithful to our ways and advancing up the ladder so quickly to ceremonial status. You are now owned by us. That is your reward, to become our property and thereby become one with us. We have determined you’re ceremonial status according to your natural tendencies and made you the proving floor. You are now a part of our ceremonial chamber’s floor when a relevant ceremony is to take place. This is a special honor. When ceremonies are not being held you will be sequestered in the Goddess room. This will be your home, where you will sleep eat and live out your days. When a member goes to the Goddess room you will immediately lay on your back to allow her to clean her shoes and feet with your face. Then will follow all instructions for worshipping her feet and allowing her to trample you however long and in whatever way she sees fit.”
She stood pressing my cock flat the entire time, not moving, just looking through my eyes into my soul. I remembered the ceremony about to begin. These were new inductees into the sorority. They were to be tested on their loyalty to the group. I was a tool in that ceremony. My job was to play the part of a kidnapped, unwilling participant in the test. The test consisted of the girl being asked to trample my face and body despite my protests. They will all be dressed in togas and flat-soled gladiator sandals in accordance with the tradition. The tradition originally called for a real victim that was trampled to death at the end of the ceremony, but they dropped that tradition during the Victorian era and their discovery of male submissive tendencies in some men. Tonight’s ceremony will have 53 inductees.
“Do you understand and accept?”
“Yes Mistress.”
She stepped forward onto my chest and extended her shoe sole over my face. I knew what that meant by then and extended my tongue as far as I could. She proceeded to wipe the sole across my tongue a few times. She switched feet and did the same with her other sole.
“I’m so proud of you Mike.” She whispered as she put all her weight on the shoe being dragged across my face. This had the effect of trapping my tongue against my chin as she put more and more weight into crushing my face. I could just barely see around the side of her sole with my left eye as she put all her weight on my face, smashing my nose flat as well as my tongue. My face became distorted as she sunk in a little. The whole time she was looking down at me with a smile on her face. She finally walked forward releasing my face to bounce back to its original shape, I’m sure with a little ridge pattern molded to my face. As I regained composure Angela had reached me and was starting to flatten my aching member with her boots. They turned out to be the kind with a 2-3” block heel and a lightly lugged sole. Angela just looked at me as she marched in place on my cock. Alternatively smashing the base of my cock with one heel on one stride and smashing the head with the sole of the other foot on the other stride.
She didn’t say anything as she took a step forward onto my chest. She took another step and walked in place on my face the same way. Not saying anything, just looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. If I hadn’t toughened up over the last few months she would of tore my face open, but as it was my face had toughened up considerably after the first couple weeks of face trample. She left my face and almost at the same instant Stacy stepped onto my shaft with what turned out to be very similar sandals to the ones the inductees would be wearing. She stood still with one foot pressing my member flat again. She had her eyes closed and was reciting some bit of script I couldn’t make out, probably some part of the ceremony. She took 2 quick steps forward to end up completely covering my face with her sandals. The smooth soles pushed into my face. I could feel every little body adjustment Stacy made as she chanted and slowly started a minute twisting back and forth motion on my face, slowly grinding her soles into my face. One eye was stuck open as the sole touched my cornea and I saw the tiny defects in the sole created by the countless objects this Goddess had smashed with her sandal. My nose was completely flat and my lips were being mashed against my teeth.
She finally finished her chanting and stepped forward as I prepared myself for the next member of the council………..To be continued……