ajjones2
05-22-2006, 7:57 AM
[When the girls had dried themselves off, they simply walked over him on their way out of the little bathroom and left him to recover in his own time. It was going to be a glorious day!]
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The White House – in fact, all of Washington – was abuzz with inaugural activity as the two women walked out onto the Mall and the bright, cold, January day, looking absolutely electric in their sexy executive suits, low cut tops and stiletto heels, which sunk deeply into the dirt under their weight with each powerful step. Peter, as always in public, was pulled along by his wife rather harshly on a leash, as he tried to keep up with the girls’ wide, energetic strides, hoping to avoid being accidentally stepped on by their pinpoint heels. He looked positively dapper in the little black tuxedo, Kelly thought! She had dug it out of mothballs for him before they left California. It was the first tux he’d purchased – in honor of his first concert performance as a professional pianist! Looking down at him now, though, she noticed the knees of his black dress pants were already wearing through, since they weren’t reinforced for crawling, the way men’s dress pants were nowadays!
The three of them ran into a thickening crowd almost immediately after exiting the White House grounds. Thirty thousand beautiful women would attend the inauguration in person, sitting on the backs of just as many helpless males clamped on all fours to the giant lawn of the Washington Mall from the Washington Monument and east to the Capitol Building where the new president would be sworn in and make her inaugural address. The president-elect would have 2500 of her own personal guests, almost all of them celebrities from her days in the media spotlight. Maria would take her place at the inaugural podium, then watch regally as Kelly, leading Peter on his ceremonial dog leash, would lead the procession of 2500 celebrities from the far end of the lawn on the Mall, to their seats directly in front of the new President, as if from the rear of a giant church, to the high priestess at the altar. Paula would bring up the rear of the procession to make sure all the women were properly seated. Then Peter would be led from the front of the lawn, up to lay behind the podium as the President-Elect’s stepping stool for the duration of her speech.
All Peter could think about was what Maria had done to her husband with her cruel stilettos the last time she had given such a speech before a large audience. Even as he had stared mesmerized at the violence in the giant portrait behind her California desk, he could almost ‘feel’ the vicious, powerful stomps of her razor sharp heels and prayed inside she would not be so cruel to him! Yet, at the same time, in a way Peter knew was nothing short of perverse, he could not help but be a little…enthralled…at the opportunity to prove he could endure…well, whatever Maria demanded in service! Ever since he had endured her standing on his fingers in absolute silence in her hard boot heels in her California office, he had felt that he had pleased her and, for reasons he could not explain, felt immense pride over it!
Kelly yanked hard on the leash bringing Peter back to reality, and he looked around at the crowds of women, walking energetically to and ‘fro. Now, in the center of the giant Mall lawn, Peter remembered playing a piano concerto here years ago, before the world changed, then walking around this very lawn with Kelly, romantically kissing in front of the Lincoln Memorial under the stars.
He looked into the distance and saw the Lincoln Memorial again, but was shocked to see it had changed! The statue of Abe was still where it had always been, sitting in a chair, overlooking the crowd; but now, a much larger statue of an Amazon queen, dressed in a warrior’s armor, had been carved, sitting on Abe’s shoulders, glowering regally down upon him as he suffered under the apparent weight of a goddess a third larger than he was! He appeared to be tired and worn, as the goddess’s weight pressed down on his shoulders, her strong thighs crushing down on them! Her feet in leather thong sandals rested on Abe’s hands on the arms of the chair! Her expression was that of pure royal cruelty, as she seemed to enjoy crushing his frail body beneath her bare, leather-kilted thighs! Peter pursed his lips, accepting it, even as he was learning to accept just about everything he saw that would have been unbelievable a few short years ago.
Kelly took her place with Peter at the distant rear of the great expanse of lawn as the band started playing. 2500 celebrity guests were lining up behind them, waiting to be led down the grassy parade ground where the TV cameras could film them as surely as if they were arriving at the Academy Awards! They were like a Who’s Who in Hollywood, many of the beautiful women instantly recognizable to Peter from the Academy Awards broadcast he had watched while chained to the steel frame Kelly had put him in when she’d held the ‘discipline party’ with her sorority sisters! With Maria’s background in the Hollywood scene, he should have guessed all her friends were from show business!
Peter heard occasional screams from men in the crowd far in front by the Capitol steps as the general audience took its seats, and sympathized with how they were being sat on or stepped on. No doubt some of them were being whipped for being slow or whimpering beneath the weight of their goddesses. Looking across the celebrity guests, then the reviewing stands in front of the Capitol, Peter simply could not believe there were this many beautiful women in the world – each one different, each one breathtaking, young, and so fully sensual, it would have been a fantasy for any man to be here – right up until he was crushed under their heels!
The band stared playing a marching tempo, and Kelly could see Maria – she’d have to start thinking of her as ‘Madam President’ now – standing in the distance on the Capitol steps behind the big podium, and in front of a crowd of women that stretched as far as the eye could see down the Washington Mall. President Modonnah stood beside her, the two of them laughing lightly, and they were both, in turn, flanked and backed by a large group of representatives of foreign governments, the military and the all female Supreme Court. Their high heels accentuated their long legs, and Kelly thought it a privilege that her husband had been chosen to lay beneath those heels during the inauguration speech – though, she had to admit, she was a little worried, too.
A staffer put her hand to her earpiece, then nodded to Kelly, and Kelly looked down at Peter, as she saw the distant TV cameras on the corners of the Capitol building light up, going live! She squared her shoulders and pulled hard on Peter’s leash for show beginning to walk majestically across the grass, her heels sinking deeply into the damp ground with every step, as the band grew louder.
The planners had programmed an EnviroDome for the festivities, forming it over the entire Mall area. And though the Dome of warm, dry air had cleared the gray winter clouds away within a few hours, manufacturing a perfectly sunny day from a dreary wet and cold one, it hadn’t heated the air enough yet to fully dry out the damp grass – though the water was draining off very rapidly. In an hour or so, though, Kelly was sure the temperature in this part of the city would easily be in the high sixties, until one crossed that invisible line where the Dome ended and discovered the Washington winter was still in full swing outside the invisible Dome of warm, dry air!
The procession of beautiful celebrities began, following Kelly. Four or five across, the women were in good spirits as they walked behind, as Kelly led the way, occasionally waving to the crowds, anxious to support Maria’s inauguration as the new President of the United States! They aerated the perfectly quaffed parade lawn with five thousand pinpoint high heels, sinking into it just as Kelly was as they walked along. The ground behind the last of them looked like it had been chewed with a mechanical shredder!
The slow procession gave Kelly a chance to think about how she had gotten here. She was so proud of her husband! She was largely here because of him and his meeting Paula – her familiar life with Peter transformed into a world-changing existence! He had always taken care of her in the old days, and now…now, Kelly realized, it was her turn to take care of him! She furrowed her brow, thinking more about this responsibility, and looking down at her husband crawling breathlessly beside her swishing short skirt and bare thigh – trying to stay out of the way of her five-inch heels. Despite how proud she would be to see him laying beneath the two most powerful women in the world as Maria accepted the Presidency, she realized it was…cruel…to insist he submit himself to their crushing weight and their own razor sharp heels. She dwelt on the thought only a moment, before she made a decision.
“Peter,” Kelly said down to her husband, certain now, “Peter, I love you. I want you to know I’ve decided something. You don’t have to be Maria’s stepping stone today. She can find another stepping-stone. You’re my husband. And it’s no one’s sacred right but mine and Paula’s to trample you. Starting right now – this minute – the days of you being trampled on by any other women – including Maria – are over.”
Peter looked up at her in wonder! “Do you…do you…MEAN IT?!” he cried, whispering so none of the other women would see he hadn’t been throat-sprayed.
“Yes, Sweetheart, I do!” Kelly held her head high. And she reached down and held Peter’s head against her calf lovingly as she walked confidently forward. And for five glorious minutes, Peter reveled in crawling proudly beside his beautiful, playful wife, looking up at her, grateful to just be with her, just like when they used to walk together through the park!
Her promise of no more trampling lasted all of that five minutes.
How none of the planners could have noticed the small, but deeply inclined little drainage ditch a third of the way on the procession to the Capitol was beyond Kelly! Perhaps it formed from the melting snow running off after the EnviroDome was put up! But, suddenly, there it was, as she marched forward – five feet across and right in front of them – right in front of the entire procession! And stretching far to the left AND the right! It was much too muddy to allow 2500 celebrity women to walk over and they couldn’t very well hop across it – it wouldn’t be dignified! Their shoes would be positively ruined! Kelly stopped, her face ashen, as the thought of allowing the procession – HER procession – to be interrupted – on national TV – at the Presidential inauguration – descended on her like the weight of the world!
“Oh…oh, no!” she groaned. “Oh my God!” She hesitated, shaking her head, then, “Umm…Peter,” she stuttered, “Peter, I know what I just promised you. But, but, Peter…I – I don’t – “ her voice trailed off as she found him gazing back up at her with love in his eyes.
Peter smiled wanly at his wife. “It’s alright,” he said softly, looking down at the little ditch. “I’ll take care of it. I don’t mind.” His eyes softened. “It’s what I am now.”
[TO BE CONTINUED...]
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The White House – in fact, all of Washington – was abuzz with inaugural activity as the two women walked out onto the Mall and the bright, cold, January day, looking absolutely electric in their sexy executive suits, low cut tops and stiletto heels, which sunk deeply into the dirt under their weight with each powerful step. Peter, as always in public, was pulled along by his wife rather harshly on a leash, as he tried to keep up with the girls’ wide, energetic strides, hoping to avoid being accidentally stepped on by their pinpoint heels. He looked positively dapper in the little black tuxedo, Kelly thought! She had dug it out of mothballs for him before they left California. It was the first tux he’d purchased – in honor of his first concert performance as a professional pianist! Looking down at him now, though, she noticed the knees of his black dress pants were already wearing through, since they weren’t reinforced for crawling, the way men’s dress pants were nowadays!
The three of them ran into a thickening crowd almost immediately after exiting the White House grounds. Thirty thousand beautiful women would attend the inauguration in person, sitting on the backs of just as many helpless males clamped on all fours to the giant lawn of the Washington Mall from the Washington Monument and east to the Capitol Building where the new president would be sworn in and make her inaugural address. The president-elect would have 2500 of her own personal guests, almost all of them celebrities from her days in the media spotlight. Maria would take her place at the inaugural podium, then watch regally as Kelly, leading Peter on his ceremonial dog leash, would lead the procession of 2500 celebrities from the far end of the lawn on the Mall, to their seats directly in front of the new President, as if from the rear of a giant church, to the high priestess at the altar. Paula would bring up the rear of the procession to make sure all the women were properly seated. Then Peter would be led from the front of the lawn, up to lay behind the podium as the President-Elect’s stepping stool for the duration of her speech.
All Peter could think about was what Maria had done to her husband with her cruel stilettos the last time she had given such a speech before a large audience. Even as he had stared mesmerized at the violence in the giant portrait behind her California desk, he could almost ‘feel’ the vicious, powerful stomps of her razor sharp heels and prayed inside she would not be so cruel to him! Yet, at the same time, in a way Peter knew was nothing short of perverse, he could not help but be a little…enthralled…at the opportunity to prove he could endure…well, whatever Maria demanded in service! Ever since he had endured her standing on his fingers in absolute silence in her hard boot heels in her California office, he had felt that he had pleased her and, for reasons he could not explain, felt immense pride over it!
Kelly yanked hard on the leash bringing Peter back to reality, and he looked around at the crowds of women, walking energetically to and ‘fro. Now, in the center of the giant Mall lawn, Peter remembered playing a piano concerto here years ago, before the world changed, then walking around this very lawn with Kelly, romantically kissing in front of the Lincoln Memorial under the stars.
He looked into the distance and saw the Lincoln Memorial again, but was shocked to see it had changed! The statue of Abe was still where it had always been, sitting in a chair, overlooking the crowd; but now, a much larger statue of an Amazon queen, dressed in a warrior’s armor, had been carved, sitting on Abe’s shoulders, glowering regally down upon him as he suffered under the apparent weight of a goddess a third larger than he was! He appeared to be tired and worn, as the goddess’s weight pressed down on his shoulders, her strong thighs crushing down on them! Her feet in leather thong sandals rested on Abe’s hands on the arms of the chair! Her expression was that of pure royal cruelty, as she seemed to enjoy crushing his frail body beneath her bare, leather-kilted thighs! Peter pursed his lips, accepting it, even as he was learning to accept just about everything he saw that would have been unbelievable a few short years ago.
Kelly took her place with Peter at the distant rear of the great expanse of lawn as the band started playing. 2500 celebrity guests were lining up behind them, waiting to be led down the grassy parade ground where the TV cameras could film them as surely as if they were arriving at the Academy Awards! They were like a Who’s Who in Hollywood, many of the beautiful women instantly recognizable to Peter from the Academy Awards broadcast he had watched while chained to the steel frame Kelly had put him in when she’d held the ‘discipline party’ with her sorority sisters! With Maria’s background in the Hollywood scene, he should have guessed all her friends were from show business!
Peter heard occasional screams from men in the crowd far in front by the Capitol steps as the general audience took its seats, and sympathized with how they were being sat on or stepped on. No doubt some of them were being whipped for being slow or whimpering beneath the weight of their goddesses. Looking across the celebrity guests, then the reviewing stands in front of the Capitol, Peter simply could not believe there were this many beautiful women in the world – each one different, each one breathtaking, young, and so fully sensual, it would have been a fantasy for any man to be here – right up until he was crushed under their heels!
The band stared playing a marching tempo, and Kelly could see Maria – she’d have to start thinking of her as ‘Madam President’ now – standing in the distance on the Capitol steps behind the big podium, and in front of a crowd of women that stretched as far as the eye could see down the Washington Mall. President Modonnah stood beside her, the two of them laughing lightly, and they were both, in turn, flanked and backed by a large group of representatives of foreign governments, the military and the all female Supreme Court. Their high heels accentuated their long legs, and Kelly thought it a privilege that her husband had been chosen to lay beneath those heels during the inauguration speech – though, she had to admit, she was a little worried, too.
A staffer put her hand to her earpiece, then nodded to Kelly, and Kelly looked down at Peter, as she saw the distant TV cameras on the corners of the Capitol building light up, going live! She squared her shoulders and pulled hard on Peter’s leash for show beginning to walk majestically across the grass, her heels sinking deeply into the damp ground with every step, as the band grew louder.
The planners had programmed an EnviroDome for the festivities, forming it over the entire Mall area. And though the Dome of warm, dry air had cleared the gray winter clouds away within a few hours, manufacturing a perfectly sunny day from a dreary wet and cold one, it hadn’t heated the air enough yet to fully dry out the damp grass – though the water was draining off very rapidly. In an hour or so, though, Kelly was sure the temperature in this part of the city would easily be in the high sixties, until one crossed that invisible line where the Dome ended and discovered the Washington winter was still in full swing outside the invisible Dome of warm, dry air!
The procession of beautiful celebrities began, following Kelly. Four or five across, the women were in good spirits as they walked behind, as Kelly led the way, occasionally waving to the crowds, anxious to support Maria’s inauguration as the new President of the United States! They aerated the perfectly quaffed parade lawn with five thousand pinpoint high heels, sinking into it just as Kelly was as they walked along. The ground behind the last of them looked like it had been chewed with a mechanical shredder!
The slow procession gave Kelly a chance to think about how she had gotten here. She was so proud of her husband! She was largely here because of him and his meeting Paula – her familiar life with Peter transformed into a world-changing existence! He had always taken care of her in the old days, and now…now, Kelly realized, it was her turn to take care of him! She furrowed her brow, thinking more about this responsibility, and looking down at her husband crawling breathlessly beside her swishing short skirt and bare thigh – trying to stay out of the way of her five-inch heels. Despite how proud she would be to see him laying beneath the two most powerful women in the world as Maria accepted the Presidency, she realized it was…cruel…to insist he submit himself to their crushing weight and their own razor sharp heels. She dwelt on the thought only a moment, before she made a decision.
“Peter,” Kelly said down to her husband, certain now, “Peter, I love you. I want you to know I’ve decided something. You don’t have to be Maria’s stepping stone today. She can find another stepping-stone. You’re my husband. And it’s no one’s sacred right but mine and Paula’s to trample you. Starting right now – this minute – the days of you being trampled on by any other women – including Maria – are over.”
Peter looked up at her in wonder! “Do you…do you…MEAN IT?!” he cried, whispering so none of the other women would see he hadn’t been throat-sprayed.
“Yes, Sweetheart, I do!” Kelly held her head high. And she reached down and held Peter’s head against her calf lovingly as she walked confidently forward. And for five glorious minutes, Peter reveled in crawling proudly beside his beautiful, playful wife, looking up at her, grateful to just be with her, just like when they used to walk together through the park!
Her promise of no more trampling lasted all of that five minutes.
How none of the planners could have noticed the small, but deeply inclined little drainage ditch a third of the way on the procession to the Capitol was beyond Kelly! Perhaps it formed from the melting snow running off after the EnviroDome was put up! But, suddenly, there it was, as she marched forward – five feet across and right in front of them – right in front of the entire procession! And stretching far to the left AND the right! It was much too muddy to allow 2500 celebrity women to walk over and they couldn’t very well hop across it – it wouldn’t be dignified! Their shoes would be positively ruined! Kelly stopped, her face ashen, as the thought of allowing the procession – HER procession – to be interrupted – on national TV – at the Presidential inauguration – descended on her like the weight of the world!
“Oh…oh, no!” she groaned. “Oh my God!” She hesitated, shaking her head, then, “Umm…Peter,” she stuttered, “Peter, I know what I just promised you. But, but, Peter…I – I don’t – “ her voice trailed off as she found him gazing back up at her with love in his eyes.
Peter smiled wanly at his wife. “It’s alright,” he said softly, looking down at the little ditch. “I’ll take care of it. I don’t mind.” His eyes softened. “It’s what I am now.”
[TO BE CONTINUED...]