AlvinS1
01-27-2003, 7:38 PM
In the past I've posted stories of how my wife is a "closet trampler." She will reluctantly agree to walk on my back if I plead with her, then seem to get into it and not want to stop. And, while she would never consent to walking on me with heels on when we're alone at home, at every formal party with dancing, she waits until the dance floor is nearly empty, then insists on dancing on my back in her high heels! Then she has no qualms about grinding her heels into me with each beat of the music!
Well, she's just started something new. Last week she hurt her back at work (nothing serious, just a minor muscle strain). Our computer is on a desk with a swivel chair in front of it. That night, after sitting at the computer for a few minutes while I watched TV in the same room, she suddenly said, "I need to put my feet up to take the strain off my back. Lie here and be my footrest." I didn't need to be told twice! I lay down on my back under her chair and told her to make herself comfortable. At first she seemed a bit tentative, but evenually she just plopped both feet down on my chest and relaxed. I was in heaven!
The surpise part of all this is that her back is now better -- BUT -- every day since then, when she sits down at the computer, she immediately yells, "I need my footrest!" It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing; she expects me to come running and lie down under her chair so she can rest her feet on me. And, of course, I do. Last night she was doing E-mail correspondence and ordering stuff online while she kept one foot firmly across my sternum and the other one on my upper chest, just below my neck. She maintained this position for a little over TWO HOURS! During this time, she never spoke to me; every so often, she would shift one or both feet to get more comfortable, and often would twist her bare heel into my nipple (without looking at me), causing me a fair amount of pain. I was careful not to groan or gasp, however, for fear that she would stop if I did. When she finally got up, she stood full weight on my chest and stomach for a few seconds while she stretched. Afterwards, the red imprints of her feet on my chest persisted through the time I went to sleep, but they were gone by morning.
I asked her after last night's "footrest session" if she remained aware that there was a human being under her feet the whole time, or if she sometimes forgot that I was down there. To my delight, she answered, "You were such a good footrest, and I was so comfortable, that I completely forgot you were there!" I found that to be a huge turn-on.
Al
Well, she's just started something new. Last week she hurt her back at work (nothing serious, just a minor muscle strain). Our computer is on a desk with a swivel chair in front of it. That night, after sitting at the computer for a few minutes while I watched TV in the same room, she suddenly said, "I need to put my feet up to take the strain off my back. Lie here and be my footrest." I didn't need to be told twice! I lay down on my back under her chair and told her to make herself comfortable. At first she seemed a bit tentative, but evenually she just plopped both feet down on my chest and relaxed. I was in heaven!
The surpise part of all this is that her back is now better -- BUT -- every day since then, when she sits down at the computer, she immediately yells, "I need my footrest!" It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing; she expects me to come running and lie down under her chair so she can rest her feet on me. And, of course, I do. Last night she was doing E-mail correspondence and ordering stuff online while she kept one foot firmly across my sternum and the other one on my upper chest, just below my neck. She maintained this position for a little over TWO HOURS! During this time, she never spoke to me; every so often, she would shift one or both feet to get more comfortable, and often would twist her bare heel into my nipple (without looking at me), causing me a fair amount of pain. I was careful not to groan or gasp, however, for fear that she would stop if I did. When she finally got up, she stood full weight on my chest and stomach for a few seconds while she stretched. Afterwards, the red imprints of her feet on my chest persisted through the time I went to sleep, but they were gone by morning.
I asked her after last night's "footrest session" if she remained aware that there was a human being under her feet the whole time, or if she sometimes forgot that I was down there. To my delight, she answered, "You were such a good footrest, and I was so comfortable, that I completely forgot you were there!" I found that to be a huge turn-on.
Al