RePost: Support!

[FloorSarge]

Ok, I don't have the author of this story, but It's one of the one's i have lying about my hard drive, so I would like to thank the author for this story, and will now be reposting its 10 parts for the enjoyment of all! I'll be posting one right now: reply if you want it all right now, or if you'd rather I posted each part like, once every couple days so its not all at once so you get mucho enjoyment over a few days! I'm not sure where each part ended, so it might be slighty off of the original posting Ok, here we go, Part 1:

[FloorSarge]

It all started as the result of an argument between my wife, Carol, and me. I had lost my job of 13 years and was feeling unproductive and uncaring. All I did was lay around the house and mope all day feeling sorry for myself while Carol worked as a sales clerk in the women's clothing section of a department store. As such she wore high-heeled shoes and hose and spent nearly the entire day on her feet, which made her feet very tired and sore. Carol was an attractive woman with long slender legs that look great in hose and heels. She was about 5' 9" and slender weighing about 110 lbs. She always seemed light to me, at least before now. I found out that 110 lbs. can be damned heavy.

One day she came home in a bad mood. It had been a terrible day. Her feet hurt and she was tired. She found me lying on the couch watching a movie where I had obviously been all day. I'd done nothing around the house and the place was a mess. Carol got mad, sat down on the couch kicked off her shoes and stuck her damp, nyloned, feet in my face and said, "Here, rub these... they hurt like hell. If you can't do anything else for support, you can, at least, support me in doing what I do." Then she started rubbing her feet all over my face. I hadn't shaved that day and the beard stubble felt good on the bottom of her feet and she proceeded to rub her feet vigorously all over my face and then she began to knead my face with her toes like my face was a clump of bread dough.

Her stockings were damp with foot sweat from being in her high-heeled pumps all day and had an obvious odor. I knew better that to try and stop her or say anything as she was obviously pissed off. After a while I took her right foot in my hands and began to massage it slowly while she continued to rub her left foot in my face.

She said, "I'm tired of you laying around here while I do all the work. From now on you are going to do a lot more to support me. Here, don't just rub my feet... lick them!" She placed both feet on my face and I began to slowly and carefully lick the bottom of her feet. I could taste the salty dampness of her nylon stockings.

I knew she was right. I hadn't done much of anything lately to help. I guess I was too depressed and feeling worthless to try. I realize I kind of left her "holding the bag" as she had to do all the work to support us and the work at home also. I've never done housework, so even if I did feel up to it, I louse it up. Once I tried to do laundry and made such a mess of it Carol told me to leave it alone. So I began to lick her feet in earnest to try and show her I could do some things right. It must have worked, because after a while she began to moan softly and move her feet with the motion of my tongue.

After a while she decided she had enough. Her feet felt better and by then all her foot sweat was in my mouth. She got up and headed for the kitchen to get supper ready. When she got to the kitchen and saw the mess I left there she got angry all over again. She called me to the kitchen and yelled at me. She said I made her feet feel better and now they were going to hurt all over again as she had to stand on the hard kitchen floor and clean up the mess and make dinner.

Anxious to get back into her good graces, I threw myself onto the floor in front of the counter and sink and said, "Here, you can stand on me so your feet won't hurt." I was surprised when she didn't even hesitate and stepped up on my chest with both feet.

She said, "Good, if you can't support me one way... maybe you can support me another." Then she stepped on my face with one foot and began to clean out the sink.

The whole time she was cleaning the kitchen and fixing supper she continued to stand and walk all over me while ignoring me. Well, she walked on me like I wasn't there, but the whole time she continued to berate me about how I wasn't holding up my end and how now was the only time I had ever done anything useful. Sometimes to make a point she would stomp on me or kick me where ever she happened to be standing at the time... on my face or on my groin if that where she was at the moment. She'd walk all over me or just stand still for a long time depending upon what she was doing at the time. If she had to step off of me to get something from the other side of the room, she would, and then when she returned she would just step right back up on me with no thought or concern to where she was stepping. She'd step on my face just as quickly as my chest and with no more concern than if she was stepping on a floor mat. Indeed at that moment that's just what I had become... a human floormat!

She stood on my stomach for a long time as she washed the dishes. She didn't move the whole time except to shift her weight as she reached for one item or another. After a while the pain became almost unbearable. Then she started walking all up and down my body and face as she wiped off the counters and started to get dinner. She walked from my ankles to my face with no concern what so ever. A couple of times the body part she would step on would move or roll with her step causing her to almost lose her balance. She would usually respond by stomping on the offending part and say to lie still. Once she stepped hard right on my balls and I began to curl up and moan. She just kicked me in the face and said to lay down straight before I caused her to trip and fall.

She said, "What, did you think supporting me was going to be easy?" then she stepped up on my face with both feet and began peeling potatoes. She stood there a long time. Her feet constantly mashing down my face. I don't know how anything that looks so soft could be so hard. The unrelenting pain of her standing full weight on my face was becoming more than I could bear, but I was determined to show her that I could do something right... that I did have a worth after all. The thing had become somewhat of a contest by this point with her trying to get me to whimper and beg her to get off and me determined to show her I could take anything she could dish out. Most of the time she just stood there immobile as a statue. I could feel her weight shifting about on my face as she moved above, but her feet remained planted right on my face. After a while she shifted her weight to one foot and began to rub the other foot around in my face; the mesh of her nylon stockings was burning my flesh. I endured it all. I pride myself on being strong and, it seems this was the only element of pride I had left, so I was determined to support her weight for as long as she wanted.

After a while she said, "Well at least you're good for something. Your face is much better to stand on than that hard floor. Too bad I can't take you to work with me... then you'd really be a contribution." then she turned on my face and walked down to my stomach. The sudden release of pressure on my face was almost as painful and her standing there. My head felt as though it were going to float away.

"Fine!" I said, "Take me to work. I can do just as good there."

"Yeah, right", she said, " are you forgetting... I wear high heels at work.

"So!" I said, "I can handle that."

"Besides," she said, "the way you roll around, I'd loose balance in my heels and fall down."

"You just let me worry about that... it sounds like you're the one who can't handle it," I said.

"Fine," she said, "tomorrow you go to work with me and we'll see who can't handle it."

She continued to walk around on me till dinner was ready and then I got up and we ate. Later that evening Carol was still somewhat pissed so I let her sit on my face while I ate out her asshole. She really likes that. Then I ate her pussy till she orgasmed in my mouth and then she went to bed.

I went to the basement to work on my plan...
I was excited at the prospect of what I was about to do. Ideas were running through my head like never before. At last I had something I could do to demonstrate my worth. I'll show her I can support her. Perhaps I should have thought the thing through more, but I was on a roll and nothing was going to stop me now.

[FloorSarge]

I built a rectangular wooden frame out of boards that was just big enough for me to lie down in side of it. It touched my shoulders on either side and was an inch above my head and below my feet. I then covered the frame with plastic that fit down inside of it and covered the floor below. This would act as a mold. I then retrieved a couple of 5-gallon cans of a urethane compound I got from the last place I worked. This consisted of two liquids that when mixed would gel and set into a resilient urethane rubber compound that was stiff enough to provide support yet soft enough to cushion the pressure. I mixed up the compounds and poured the mixture into the mold I had made up to the half way mark. I then laid down in the mold flat on my back with my arms at my side and my head straight looking straight up. The material displaced by my body rose to fill the mold filling all the voids between my body and the floor in the process. I had to remain perfectly still till the mold hardened. When I got up, I had a perfect mold of the backside of my body. After it cured completely I could lay down in it and it would support me completely. My shoulder blades, neck and head were held perfectly immobile, as were my hips and legs. I would be able to support great weight without rolling from side to side. I couldn't wait to show Carol.

Next I cut two round disks out of a piece of transparent clear Plexiglas such that they fit right into the bony part of my eye sockets. These would protect my eyes in the event Carol would step on one of them with her high heels. I then fashioned a frame from a piece of heavy cloth that wrapped around my head and used it to fasten the Plexiglas in place so it wouldn't move. I could still see just fine, but my eyes were well protected.

The next morning Carol couldn't believe her eyes when she saw what I had made. She said, "You're not really going through with this, are you?"

I said, "Sure I am, I'll show you I can be all the support you'll ever need."

She said, "Suit yourself, but I warn you... at work I wear high heeled shoes and I can't be bothered by watching out for you. I got a lot of work to do and if you're going to be underfoot you better be prepared to take what comes without a lot of whining and such."

"Don't worry about my whining", I said, "I can handle it. All you'll notice from me is how much easier your day is because of me."

She said, "OK, but don't say I didn't warn you." and she went on and got ready for work while I loaded my body mold into the car. She came out a few minutes later ready to go. I noticed she was wearing a white blouse with black knee length skirt with dark coffee colored hose and classic black pumps with the narrowest spikey heels in her collection. I guess she was planning on testing my resolve... or maybe she just thought she'd show me up for being foolish. Either way I was determined I was going to see this through... no matter what!

When we go to where Carol works I went about setting up the mold frame behind the L shaped counter where Carol worked. There was a long counter space with a cash register on the shorter leg of the L. Again my euphoria kept me from thinking the whole thing through. I put the mold down running the length of the long leg of the counter with the head part near the junction of the short leg. That seemed sort of cozy. I forgot that Carol would be spending a lot of time standing in front of the cash register, which would put her right on my face!

Once I donned my goggles and got into position in the mold, Carol wasted no time stepping right up on my chest. I had no idea how much those spike heels would hurt. They felt like ice picks digging into my chest. Carol felt a lot heavier than she did last night. She stood there on both feet and let her weight move back onto her spike heels so I could feel the full essence. I knew this was going to be a long day.

I just grit my teeth and held my ground. I didn't make a sound. Carol stood there for a while rocking back on her heels, but when she saw I wasn't going to cry "uncle" she relaxed a bit and stood on me normally. "I have to admit," she said after a bit, "this is a lot better than standing on that old, hard, floor." Then she began to walk around some to test me out. It was a lot more painful than I thought it would have been. She walked down to my legs and onto my ankles. The pain of her spikes digging into my legs was terrible. I made a mental note for tomorrow to wrap my legs in tape the way football players do to protect them some. The first time she stepped on my groin I thought I'd go through the roof! Her heel skewered the base of my penis and the rest of her sole came down on the length of it. I thought she was going to tear it off, but she just kept walking... pretending she didn't know how much pain she was causing me. The mold I made was working very well. No matter where she walked my body would give with the pressure, but I didn't roll at all... making a very good walking surface. Carol found walking on me was very easy.

Then she walked up to my face. At first she looked down into my eyes and gave me one of those "Oh well, here goes" looks and then stepped up onto my face with first one foot and then the other. The spike heel of her right foot first bit into my chin and then the rest of her sole mashed down onto my eye and forehead as she transferred her weight to that foot and stood on my face. The spike heel of her left foot bit into the other side of my chin and that foot came to rest on the other side of my face. Then she just stood there as she started to check out her register and get it ready for the day's work. Luckily the mold worked very well and held my head from rolling to the side. If she would have slipped stepping up onto to me her heel would have torn my face to pieces. As it was the pressure of her standing full weight on my face was pain enough. I could feel my head being pressed deep into the urethane mold, which actually cushioned the back of my head very well. But my face was exposed to the harsh reality of her shoes pressing down hard into my face. I could feel her slightest movement above as her weight shifted around on my face to match the movement. Her spike heels were digging into my chin. I wondered if she were drawing blood. Probably not, but it sure felt like it was. The pressure of her feet pressing into my face was terrible, but I was determined to endure.

Finally she stepped back off my face onto my chest. The rush of blood flowing back into my face hurt almost as much as when she first stepped up there. She looked down into my face and noticed the deep dimples her heels had left in my chin and said, "Well, what do you think? Do you want to give up and go home now?"

I gave her my bravest look and said, "In for a penny... in for a pound."

"OK," she said, "I have to admit this feels much better than standing on that old hard floor all day. But, be warned... when I get busy I won't be paying any attention to you or where I'm stepping."

"That's OK," I said, "You take care of your work and I'll take care of me."

"Alright," she said and spun on her heel and stepped off me heading to another part of the store.

[Lone Stranger]

The story you are re-posting was written by me. I don't care if you re-post it... just give me the credit for writing it. I originally posted this story in Daddo's forum, but the last several chapters were posted here.

BTW There are 13 chapters, not 10.

Later~

[chicagofeet]

Hey Stranger!
Any chance for a return to your fantastic world, possibly on the day after Thanksgiving or any weekend this month. The stores in my mall are so crowded you can't even see the floor.

It still remains my favorite of this new board, with the possible exception of the maintenance guy under the university.

Thanks.

[MistressValerie]

This was an excellent story so far! Thanks :thumbsup: :thumbsup:

Luv,

[door_step]

Yes, this is definitely one of the top ten stories from the net and so is the one from the caretaker.
These stories keep on being great, even after reading them over and over.

Great work Lone Stanger:thumbsup: :worship:

doorstep

[FloorSarge]

well I would like to give credit to Lone Stranger for this story, and would like to add my vote that he writes more stories again! I'll be posting the next part at some point in the next 6 hours (its 5:00 here, and i usually get off around 11) or tomorrow, not sure yet!

[Lone Stranger]

I suppose, if you guys want to see this story again, I might as well post it.

Look for Support 3.

Later~