My Genie

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My Genie

Part.1


Richard Danz is a very lucky man. At least that's what the people who know him say. He earns very good money as a freelance columnist. While he isn't wealthy, he has all the comforts he needs. And, as he works at home, he doesn't have to go out and join the "battle for survival" that most other
men are forced to do. His natural talent for writing allows him to quickly knock out a couple weeks of work and then he is free to enjoy his time. He has a comfortable beach home in an exclusive neighbourhood and enjoys whiling away the hours walking along the beach.

But, what these people didn't know, was that Richard was very lonely. He isn’t what we call a handsome, appearance in his late forties, Richard was moreover plagued with shyness. He always felt uneasy and inadequate when he was around people. Especially women. And the more beautiful the woman, the more inadequate he felt. He always felt that women expected him to be something other than who he was and they never really understood his needs. Consequently, since his wife of seven years was killed in an auto accident several years ago, Richard kept more and more to himself. He fantasized about strong women who would break past his shy barrier and sexually ravage his body. He began to read a lot of pornographic literature, particularly stories involving strong willed women dominating weaker willed men. He found he liked women who wore high heeled shoes and dark seamed stockings and tight skirts.

One day as Richard was spending the afternoon walking along the beach he noticed something sticking out of the sand near the water's edge. It looked like a knob or a cap of some kind. He bent to pick it up and found it was the top portion of a glass bottle. He pried the bottle out of the
sand and looked at it. It was a different kind of bottle. It was trimmed with ornate carvings and artwork. The bottle had a strange rounded almost ball-shaped bottom and a tall narrow neck capped off with a pointy, tight fitting cap. Richard felt sure the bottle was an antique and probably worth a lot of money. But the money didn't interest him, he was going to take the bottle home and display it on his desk.

When Richard got home he took the bottle into the kitchen and cleaned it up in the sink. The bottle was even more beautiful than it first appeared. As Richard carried the bottle into his den he began to wonder about what might be inside. He tried to pull the cap off, but it seemed to be stuck. He put his thumbs on either side of the cap and applied pressure like a waiter opening a champagne bottle and he felt it give a little. He pushed even harder and suddenly with a loud pop...the cap blew off the bottle. The sudden noise startled Richard causing him to drop the bottle onto the carpeted floor. As Richard stared in amazement, a thick pink smoke began to pour from the bottle.

The smoke began to form into a dense cloud in the center of the room. And to Richard's amazement the cloud began to take the shape of a human form....a female human form....a beautiful female form! Suddenly standing before Richard was the most beautiful female he had even seen. In fact she
was the most beautiful woman he had ever imagined! She had long, dark, flowing hair framing a beautiful face with full rich lips and deep dark eyes that look right into a man's sole. The sheer flowing gown she wore did little to hide the svelte shapely body with firm - pointed breasts, narrow waist and a firm round ass with a deep cleavage that connected a pair of long shapely legs.

As Richard stood there with his mouth agape, the beautiful creature began to speak.

"Oh thank you great master for freeing me from the bottle in which I have been imprisoned for the past 500 years. To demonstrate my gratitude I shall grant you any wish you desire. My name is Genie. I await your command", the woman said as she bowed slightly.

"Wh...what?" Richard stammered. "H...how...how did you get...get in that bottle?"

"I was imprisoned there by the master Zod for refusing to marry his ugly nephew, Namrod," Genie said. "Namrod was ugly and stupid and wanted to keep me imprisoned as his personal sex toy and plaything," Genie explained. "When I refused to marry him, Zod became very angry and tricked
me into hiding in that bottle and then imprisoned me there. But now I am free - thanks to you, and to show my gratitude, I'll grant you any wish you desire."

"Wish, wha...what kind of wish," Richard stammered as he devoured the beautiful creature that stood before him with his eyes.

"Anything you want, silly. Jewels, (she blinked her eyes and suddenly a large gold medallion with a huge ruby in the center hung from Richard's neck on a thick gold chain) Clothes, (again she blinked her eyes and Richard found himself clothed in an ornate robe, granted a few hundred years out of style, but beautiful none the less) or perhaps a nice camel..."

"N...No, please. No camel," said Richard. He couldn't believe what was happening, this must be some kind of a dream. His knees felt weak, he slumped into a chair. "Wha...what is your name?" he asked weakly.

"I am Jolanda." the genie replied. "And what are you called?"

"Oh, ah, Richard... Richard Danz," he said as if in a trance as he continued to stare at the beautiful apparition which stood before him.

"Are you feeling well?" she inquired noticing that Richard had broken out into a cold sweat and his voice was weak and choked.

"Oh, I'll be OK as soon as I wake up from this dream I seem to be having," said Richard.

"I'm no dream, silly," Jolanda said and walked over and stood in front of Richard and put her hand on his cheek. "See, I'm real," she said. Richard jumped slightly at the touch of this beautiful woman. As she stood right in front of him he could see right through the sheer fabric of her gown. She wasn't wearing any clothes underneath. He could see her supple figure clearly, her firm full breasts, even the black bush between her legs. And this was causing the member between his legs to throb and stiffen.

"You must be right," he said. "Cause I never even dreamed anything this good before." Richard couldn't take his eyes off her tantalising body. His prick was straining so hard at his trousers that it hurt him.

"It would seem that I can tell what you're wishing," said Jolanda noticing the huge bulge in his trousers. She slowly unfastened her gown and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him naked. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked softly.

"You're probably the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," replied Richard solemnly.

"Do you want me?" Jolanda asked seductively.

"More than anything in the world," replied Richard. "What do I have to do?" he asked with a quivering voice.

"Why, just treat me right," Jolanda replied. "Those trousers look awful uncomfortable, why don't we remove them."

Richard began clawing at his belt buckle trying to unfasten it when Jolanda said, "Here let me get that." With a blink of her eyes his clothes disappeared and he stood naked in front of her. Richard couldn't believe what was happening. But he didn't care either, dream or not, he intended to get the most out of the situation. She came to him and put her arms around him and kissed him deeply. When they came up for air Richard suggested that they retire to the bedroom. With a blink of an eye they were both suddenly lying on Richard's bed still arm in arm. Richard was so desperate that he couldn't wait any longer. He plunged his little member into her cunt and began to stroke. It hurt Jolanda a little as her pussy wasn't very wet yet. But, it didn't hurt very long because Richard was so
excited by everything that happened, and he hadn't had a woman in so long, that he shot his load on the third stroke. Then he rolled over and slowly nodded off to sleep feeling more relaxed than he had felt in a long, long time.

Jolanda couldn't believe this... 500 years and nothing has changed. Every time she gets involved in a sexual situation with someone she ends up feeling like a toy to be taken out, played with and then tossed aside. Jolanda had difficulty sleeping. She struggled all night to control her anger.

Richard awoke in the morning to find that the events of the day before were not a dream. Jolanda was real! When Richard was in the bathroom getting ready to go to town, - he had to deliver some stories to his publisher - he began to talk to himself in the mirror. Jolanda was still asleep in bed and with the door closed, he knew she couldn't hear. All kinds of thoughts raced through his head. The idea of having his own personal Genie. At the snap of his fingers she would provide him with
anything he ever wanted. And what a beautiful Genie too! He could command her to have sex, any kind of sex, with him anytime he wanted. She would be his personal sex slave. But then he began to think...he couldn't let other people find about her. That could cause some real problems. They wouldn't understand. Or they would try to steal her away. He figured he had better keep her locked up in her bottle whenever he wasn't around just to be safe.

Jolanda woke up when Richard went into the bathroom. When she heard what sounded like talking coming from the bathroom, she blinked her eyes and made herself very small and she appeared in the bathroom behind the mouthwash bottle. She heard everything Richard was saying! He was going to make her his slave! He was going to try to lock her up again! She was imprisoned for 500 years, and NO ONE was going to lock her up again - EVER!

When Richard came out of the bathroom, he found Jolanda just waking up. He explained to her that he had to go into town and it would be safer for her if she stayed in her bottle while he was gone. When she asked why she had to stay in the bottle, he insisted that she do as he says and get in her
bottle. So Jolanda made some pink smoke and under the cover of the smoke she made herself small and hid under the bed. Then she made the smoke go into the bottle. As soon as the smoke was in the bottle Richard quickly put the cap on the bottle and fastened it tight. Then he left for town.

Now Genies are almost exactly like humans, but there are some differences. Besides the obvious magical powers, Genies tend to be a bit emotional. When they are happy, they are very happy. But, when they get angry – look out! Oh they don't stay mad forever...just a decade or two.

Jolanda was furious! The more she thought about it the madder she got. "Make a slave of her will he? Lock her up! We'll see about that!" She began to think of all the things she was going to do to him. She started to throw things. She opened the drawer on the night stand and began to throw things out of it when she noticed these magazines. They had pictures on the front of women standing over cowering men. They wore spike-heeled shoes, dark seamed stockings, and tight corsets. They commanded these males to be their slaves. Jolanda's anger was temporarily checked as she began to read. The more she read the more interested she became. She knew what she was going to do to Richard. How she would turn the tables on him. How she would make him pay for all the men who had used her. She read how these strong women walked, literally, all over these weak men. How these male slaves were made to use their tongues to lick their mistresses feet or pussy or asshole. She read how they were used as human furniture and toilets. She knew with her powers she could make Richard into anything she wanted. She spent the rest of the day reading and figuring out things she could do to get even with Richard for the things that he and the rest of his kind did to her.

Richard could hardly wait to get home. All day he had been thinking how great it would be to have his own personal genie. Christ he couldn't believe it! It was just like some kind of dream. Anything he wanted...just issue a command and it would be there. And he could have sex with the beautiful Jolanda anytime he wanted.

He was just like a little boy on Christmas morning when he fumbled with the lock on the door in his haste to get in the house. Finally he flung the door open and rushed inside. As soon as he cleared the threshold he stopped in his tracks. He stared with his mouth open at the apparition which stood before him. He had a vision in his mind of how Jolanda might look when he let her out of her bottle, but he was totally unprepared for what he saw. There standing before him was Jolanda. She was wearing black leather spike-heeled pumps with very narrow 4" heels, dark brown stockings ran all the way up her legs to mid thigh where the darker reinforced band was held by garter straps that disappeared beneath a leather mini skirt. Above her bare midriff was a tight strapless corset supporting her ample breasts. Her flowing dark hair laid on her shoulders to frame her beautiful face. And then Richard almost felt a stab as he noticed the deep dark eyes with a piercing stare that went right through him.

"Well...close the door, stupid," Jolanda said with a voice dripping with venom. "I want to talk to you."

"Huh...wha...ah," Richard stammered as thoughts raced through his mind.

"Never mind, I'll get it," said Jolanda impatiently as the door slammed shut and the lock clicked into place. Richard jerked around to look at the door and then turned to face Jolanda with a puzzled look on his face.

"Wha...how did you get out of your bottle?" Richard blurted out. "And where did you get those clothes. An...,"

"You mean the bottle you tried to imprison me in?" sneered Jolanda. "You mean where you wanted to keep me until you were ready to take me out and use me. And then put me away until you wanted me again."

"Well....I didn't....I mean..." Richard started.

"Shut up!" Jolanda yelled. "On your knees, SLAVE!" Wham! Richard fell to the floor like a felled tree as his legs collapsed under him. He found himself on all fours on the floor with his face inches from Jolanda's high-heeled feet. He was unable to move anything, but his head. "Well I got news for you, buster, from now on it is I who will be using you! Soon you will know what it is like to be a piece of property. You will be used for my pleasure. You will be used as my sex slave, or furniture, or rug, or clothing or toilet or anything else I want. Your comfort or pain will be of no concern, only my desires. Pretty soon you'll spend more time licking my sweaty feet than you spend licking your own lips. You'll learn to savour the taste of my asshole more than your favourite dessert. There won't be a minute go by that you won't have the taste of some part of my glorious body in your mouth. And when I'm done with you I'll just put you away. But, since you don't have a bottle I'll have to find some- place else to put you. Like inside the shoes I'm wearing, or maybe inside my panties. How would you like that? Would you like to live in my ass? Any attempt to resist me will result in immediate punishment. You will have to suffer to serve me, but any attempt to defy me will result in suffering like you've never known."

With that Jolanda drew back her right foot and kicked Richard in the face with the pointy toe of her high-heeled pump. Since Richard was unable to move, he could do nothing to avoid the blow that smashed into his face and snapped his head back. He could feel the excruciating pain as the hard
pointed toe of her shoe connected with his upper lip just below his nose. "Well..." touted Jolanda, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm...ah...sorry...I," Richard started. WHAM! Jolanda kicked him in the face again. This time right in the mouth.

"You will address me as Mistress! Worm." Jolanda yelled as she kicked her helpless victim in the face again. She found that she rather enjoyed kicking him in the face like this - she wasn't sure why, but it felt good somehow. It made her feel alive and in charge to have this man at her total mercy like this.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Richard muttered as Jolanda kicked him in the face again anyway. "Please...I'll do anything." Richard pleaded.

"Good, that's better," sneered Jolanda. "Get down and kiss my feet!" Richard suddenly found that he could bend at the waist and so he bent down and kissed the toe of each of Jolanda's black pumps. "Come over her by the sofa and you can properly lick my feet," said Jolanda as she turned and
started to the sofa. Suddenly Richard found that he could move. He started to get up and as he did his kicked-in brains began to work again. He started thinking that maybe he better get out of here. This whole thing was kind of crazy. He looked at the door and thought that maybe he better make a dash for it before anything else crazy happened. Then he looked back at Jolanda and there she was! Staring at him! With those black eyes that could look clear through a man! It's as though she could read his every thought - she couldn't, but it wasn't hard to figure what Richard was thinking. Richard glanced at the door again, but before he could move - he found himself flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, lying in front of the door. He didn't know how he got there, but he couldn't move. Then he saw Jolanda walking toward him.

"What is it you find so fascinating about the door, Richard." Jolanda asked. "You weren't thinking about leaving were you? I hope not! That would make me very angry. And when I get angry I do terrible things. I might blink my eyes and you would find yourself in a vat of boiling oil or falling off of a cliff. You don't want that do you?"

"Oh, no! Please, I wasn't thinking of leaving," Richard pleaded. "I was just...."

"Well you must of been thinking of something," Jolanda cut him off. "The way you were looking at the door. Maybe you were thinking of what fun it would be to be a doormat? Well which is it were you wanting to leave or do you want to be my doormat?" Richard knew that he had better agree to
anything she said if he wanted to remain in one piece.

"Oh, yes I want to be your doormat...ahhh," Richard groaned as Jolanda blinked her eyes and suddenly appeared standing on his chest. Standing with her full weight on those thin spike-heeled pumps.

"Why I'm very glad to hear that, Richard," Jolanda said as she peered down at Richard's straining face. "I was afraid you might be wanting to leave or something." Then she stomped her foot on his chest for emphasis. At 125lbs., Jolanda is anything but overweight, but to poor Richard she was
plenty heavy. Especially as those scary spike heels of hers' were sinking into his flesh.

"Oh...no...Mis..Mistress," Richard said through clenched teeth.

Still standing on his chest with both feet and peering into his pain-racked face, Jolanda said, "That's good I'm glad that you so enjoy being my doormat and rug." Jolanda said as she began to walk around on poor Richard's body. "I think I like this too. I'm going to let you do this often." Jolanda didn't try to walk softly or anything, she just walked around as though she were walking on an unfeeling rug and not a human being. Each step leaving little heel prints on Richard's soft skin.
Through tear soaked eyes, Richard couldn't help but notice how magnificent Jolanda looked up above him. For some reason he felt a stirring in his loins and he looked up at the beautiful towering figure above him. From his vantage point he could see all the way up her long, silky, nyloned leg and into her black satin panty crotch. A panty crotch that Jolanda noticed was starting to get moist as she felt a sensual rush of heat from the sheer power she felt from walking on this man. It was
because Richard's attention was focused on this panty crotch that he didn't notice the high-heeled foot coming down on his face until just before it smashed down his features as Jolanda walked right across his face! Her spike heel digging deep into Richard's chin as her sole mashed down his nose.

"My! I never knew that could be so much fun," said Jolanda as she walked back across Richard's face again. As her foot mashed into Richard's suffering face, Jolanda felt a tremendous rush of power and a throbbing in her pussy. She walked over his face ten more times. Each time walking
without a care to the havoc she was raising with Richard's poor face as her spike heels tore it apart. Sometimes she would even give her foot a deliberate twist as she stepped on Richard's helpless form. Finally she ended by standing on Richard's smashed face with both feet. His entire body was twitching in a spastic sort of way as her narrow heels dug into his chin and mouth and her soles mashed the rest of his face flat. Jolanda began to quiver and shake in the throws of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced!

As her orgasm subsided she stepped back onto Richard's chest and peered down into his ruined face. It was covered with little marks where her spike heels bit into his face, bruises were forming all over, and his nose was mashed kind of flat. "I know how much you enjoy being my rug, Richard,
dear, but it's time to stop now. If you remember, you were about to lick my feet, before we stopped to play this little game of yours," Jolanda said as she stepped down from Richard's pain racked body and walked over to the sofa. Over her shoulder Jolanda said, "Don't worry, Richard, we'll be able to play this game again. In fact we'll play it every day if you like”.

As Jolanda sat down on the couch, Richard found that he could move again. Not that he wanted to. Every muscle in his body hurt. And his face felt as though it had been torn to shreds. He couldn't believe it! This woman actually walked on his face in spike-heeled shoes without a care in the world. Doesn't she know how much that hurts? Does she know how much damage she can do to a person's face like that? He thought of explaining that to her when her voice broke his train of thought.

"Well, hurry up, stupid!" she said angrily. "What's the matter? Is the reality of having a full grown woman walking on you different from what you read in your books?"

'So that's what's got into her,' Richard thought. 'She found my books! She probably thinks she is doing my wish or something.' As he crawled over to the couch where she was sitting staring at him with those dark eyes he thought he had better explain.

"I don't think you understand," Richard tried to explain. "I don't want you to do the things shown in those books, they are just a fantasy. If you do that for real you could do some serious damage to a person. You could..." WHAM! Jolanda jumped to her feet and kicked Richard in the face as hard as she could with the toe of her shod foot. The force of the blow would have knocked him over on his back, but Richard found himself frozen again. There was no way he could move to avoid the next blow as Jolanda kicked him in the face a second time. This time the toe of her shoe caught him squarely in the mouth and rammed itself inside his mouth till it hit the back of his throat and jarred loose a tooth in the process.

"No! Stupid! It's you that doesn't understand," Jolanda screamed at him. "We're doing this because I want to - not because you want to. You tried to make me your slave. Well, those books of yours just showed me that I had other options. Now it's you who are my slave”.

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Part.2

"No! Stupid! It's you that doesn't understand," Jolanda screamed at him. "We're doing this because I want to - not because you want to. You tried to make me your slave. Well, those books of yours just showed me that I had other options. Now it's you who are my slave. And as for hurting you...."

WHAM! She kicked him in the face again. "I could care less. It makes me feel powerful to do things to you and I don't care what you feel. But I can tell you this, it'll hurt a lot less if you quit making me mad. And as for the damage, well I'm a genie. If I do too much damage I can just fix it back and then start all over again. I could do these things to you forever. Now get busy and lick my feet. They are hot and tired. I've had these shoes on all day practicing walking in them and my feet are tired and sore and I want to soak them in your mouth."

Jolanda kicked him in the face once more and then sat down and crossed her leg so that her shod foot was right in Richard's face. Richard, finding that he could move again, reached up and removed the pump from Jolanda's foot. He knew he would have to do anything she asked of him. "Lick out the inside before you put it down," Jolanda said. "I like to keep my shoes clean." As Richard pressed the shoe to his face he could smell the leather mingled with the smell of Jolanda's foot sweat. He licked all the salty tasting perspiration from the inside of her shoe before he put it down. Jolanda pressed the sole of her foot to his face and began to slowly kneed his face with her toes. He could smell the odour of her feet in the damp nylons. As he opened his mouth to breathe she pushed her toes into his mouth and Richard tasted the salty flavour of Jolanda's feet as he sucked the perspiration from the dark reinforced toe area of her dirty nylons. He sucked, licked, and caressed her nyloned foot with his tongue for twenty minutes before she told him to do the same thing to her other foot. Twenty minutes later Jolanda's feet felt better and the inside of Richard's mouth tasted just like the inside of her shoes.

"Well, that feels much better," Jolanda said as she stretched out her legs and propped her feet on Richard's, suddenly immobilized, face like it was a footstool. "I sure hope you like the taste of my dirty nylons, because you're going to be tasting them every day from now on." Then she started
rubbing her feet slowly up and down his face, the rough mesh of her nylons burning his sore face. Richard couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him. He thought he had it made. He had everything he wanted and a beautiful love slave. Now he finds that his face is nothing more than
something for her to wipe her feet on. His mouth is a wet, warm place for her to soak her tired, dirty feet.

"Now that my feet feel better I'm going to read some more of these magazine articles to learn how to deal with you," Jolanda said as she removed her feet from Richard's face. "And I don't want to be disturbed by you. Get up on the couch and lie down. I'll sit on your stupid face while I read." As Richard got up in position, Jolanda removed her skirt and soaked panties and then unceremoniously plopped her naked ass down on Richard's upturned face. As his head sank deep into the cushions from her weight, she twisted her ass around on his face and came to rest with her hot, wet cunt pressed to his open mouth and his nose pressed against her pungent asshole.

Richard, trying to get some air with his face smashed beneath her hot, dank, ass, began to suck on the hairy cunt that filled his mouth. Jolanda, enjoying the feeling of Richard's sucking mouth on her private parts, began to grind her cunt and ass into his trapped face thinking only of her own pleasure and totally oblivious to anything else. Richard could taste the remnants of her previous cum blended with the taste of her perspiration and the fresh juices flooding into his mouth as he sucked and
licked for all he was worth. His whole world became the taste of her dripping wet pussy and the smell of her hot spicy asshole.

Due to lack of air, Richard began to slow down. Jolanda, not wanting the pleasure she was feeling to diminish, sensed his slowing and blinked her eyes. Suddenly Richard had plenty of air in his lungs. He didn't know how exactly, the beautiful genie was still sitting on his face with all her
weight and his mouth was still full of her pulsating pussy and his nose was still pressed so tight to her asshole that he thought I might slip inside, but he had plenty of air too.

"If you want to keep breathing, you'd better eat me real good," Jolanda panted and she ground her ass unmercifully into his already sore features. Richard licked and sucked at her tasty cunt as though his life depended upon it - and of course it did! Jolanda ground harder and harder into his
face until she shuddered to the biggest climax she ever remembers having. As her cunt exploded into Richard's mouth, he drank freely the flood of girl juices that spilled from her.

As the throws of her orgasm subsided, Jolanda leaned back and shifted her hips so that her hot asshole was pressed tight to Richard's open mouth. She brought her feet up and rested them on Richard's crotch and rock-hard penis. She instructed Richard to stick his tongue as far up her dirty
asshole as possible and lick and suck slowly while she read her magazine. She even blinked and made his tongue an inch and a half longer so he could reach deep inside her foul tasting rectum. As he lay there, the pain mounting in his head as her heavy ass mashed down his face, Richard had
plenty of time to reflect on his new position in life. He wondered at what he had become as he slowly worked his tongue in and out of Jolanda's sour asshole and drank down the ass juices mixed with his own saliva that flowed into his mouth.

Jolanda felt a surge of power that she had never felt before. She felt like a queen sitting on her living throne. She enjoyed the sensation of Richard's (now longer) tongue sliding slowly in and out of her asshole. She didn't give much thought to what Richard was feeling only her own pleasure. She did wonder if Richard liked the taste of her ass, not that it mattered, but she had heard that sometimes people develop an acquired taste for something that at first they didn't like. If it was possible, she knew that this slug on who's face she was sitting would acquire a taste for her ass as she planned on doing this often. Occasionally she would try to grip his tongue by tightening her sphincter. She couldn't grip it tight enough to stop it from moving, but it felt good trying.

After a while Jolanda settled down and began to read her magazine. As she became involved in her reading she forgot all about the slave who was suffering beneath her. Richard lost track of how long he had been trapped beneath this beautiful woman's heavy ass, but the increasing pain in his head from the unrelenting weight mashing his face told him it was a long time. The only time she moved was once when she shifted her weight slightly by twisting her ass on his trapped face and a couple of times she repositioned her feet on his crotch, banging her heels into his balls each time. He wondered if she knew how incredibly hot it was in her ass or how foul her asshole tasted.

Richard decided to try and think about other things so as to take his mind off his suffering. He tried to think of pleasant things and better times. He was just beginning to have some success at this when Jolanda jerked him back to stark reality by rudely farting into his open mouth!

Jolanda felt the gas pressure building, but did nothing to stop its release. In fact she even helped it along a little by pushing it out. She wasn't even thinking about the face she was sitting on - in fact it wasn't even until she felt Richard's cheeks puff up as his mouth filled with the sharp tasting air that she realized that she had just farted directly into some man's mouth. As the realization struck her she felt a warm glow in her pussy and slowly ground her ass in her slave's face to celebrate the
moment.

Ordinarily she might have been more aware of what she was doing, but she was so engrossed in the article she was reading that she didn't think of anything else. She was reading an article about a woman who was much like herself. One that wasn't going to be pushed around by men anymore. The article described how this woman kept her husband as her slave to be used whenever she wanted. The article described how this woman made her slave/husband lick her dirty feet and asshole daily. And the part that really got Jolanda's attention was this woman telling how she used her husband's mouth as a toilet every time she had to piss. WOW! That idea made Jolanda feel so good that she knew she had to try it. And she had the man she needed to try it on - right under her ass!

Jolanda slid her ass back over Richard's face and positioned her pussy on his mouth. She was so excited in anticipation of what she was about to do that she could hardly hold it till she was in the right position.

"Now, open wide!" she said as she pressed her pussy tight against Richard's open mouth. "I've got a little drink for you." With that she let go with a torrent of piss right in Richard's unsuspecting mouth. Richard didn't know what was going on. When she slid back and positioned her pussy on his mouth he figured he would have to lick her to orgasm again. No sooner had he opened his mouth when it was suddenly filled by a flood of hot, acrid, girl piss. Survival dictated that he try and drink as much of the foul tasting urine as he could, but he couldn't keep up with the flow and some of the piss began to spill from his mouth.

"What are you doing?!" Jolanda screamed when she saw her piss spilling from Richard's gulping mouth. "Don't you like the taste of my piss?! How dare you spill it!" She sneered as she stifled the flow of her urine and then raised her right foot and kicked Richard as hard as she could in the balls. Richard gagged on her piss as he tried to scream into her wet pussy as the pain suddenly exploded in his balls. She then began bouncing up and down on Richard's sore face with all of her weight.

"I'll teach... you to spill... my piss," she gasped between bounces. Richard's head felt like it was going to bust as her heavy ass smashed into it over and over again. Just as Richard thought he was going to lose consciousness she tired of bouncing and rested with her ass perched squarely on Richard's head, his face wedged in her hot, damp, smelly crack. After she calmed down a little, Jolanda realized that Richard couldn't possibility swallow fast enough to keep up with her flow. But
that doesn't matter, he should have tried harder she thought as she positioned her pussy over his mouth once more.

This time she blinked and Richard’s larynx froze open. She let go and pissed long and hard into Richard's open mouth. With his larynx fixed in the open position, it was like pissing into an open pipe with his mouth acting like a funnel. I think it was here that Richard realized the full power that this woman had over him. She was using his mouth just like a regular toilet, with no more thought than would have been given to a porcelain bowl. As her foul-tasting piss cascaded into his mouth he
realized that whatever he thought or felt didn't matter any more. He knew he would have to put up with whatever indignity this woman subjected him to, and he would have to suffer any pain she dished out until he could figure a way out of this mess.

After Jolanda finished pissing in Richard's mouth, she let him close his mouth and ordered him to lick her clean. The thought of what she had just done in this man's mouth and Richard's working tongue soon got her excited again. Richard continued to lick and suck at her pissy tasting pussy until she exploded into his mouth with her orgasm. Jolanda then slid her asshole back over his mouth and had him insert his tongue in her rectum as she sat on his face and relaxed from her powerful orgasm.

Jolanda continued to sit on Richard's face for another twenty minutes or so. Savouring the exquisite feel of his soft, moist tongue working slowing in and out of her asshole. She found that she couldn't resist the urge to fart into Richard's mouth one more time. She loved blowing his mouth up with her ass air, so she let go with a long one. Jolanda laughed as Richard choked and sputtered as he sucked down her foul fart.

"If you are done sucking on my tasty asshole, we'll go to bed now," Jolanda announced as she stood up. "Bring my clothes and follow me into the bedroom."

As Jolanda's hot ass raised up off of Richard's face he could feel the cool air rush in over his wet face which was covered with girl perspiration, cum, piss, and ass juices. He followed her into the bedroom.

"You might as well make yourself useful while you sleep," Jolanda said as soon as they entered the room. "Put those filthy panties in your mouth. You can clean them while you sleep”. Richard put the soiled panties in his mouth and began stroking his tongue over the drying cum and perspiration
stains in the crotch area.

"Put my shoes down by the bed," Jolanda said. "One of them will serve as your bottle for the night”. Richard put the shoes down as instructed and before he knew what was happening he noticed Jolanda blink and he began to shrink until he was only 5 inches tall. As he stared up at the giant
Amazon that towered above him he stood in awe as she raised her right foot and kicked him in the face. The collision with the giant nyloned foot knocked Richard flat on his back and then the huge foot descended on his face mashing his features and upper chest beneath it. Jolanda laughed at
the sight of the little man sticking out from under her foot. She couldn't resist the urge to twist her foot about on his face as though she were squashing an offensive bug. It made her feel good to know that never again would a man control her life. She was in control now and she knew that she
would never go back. Richard silently screamed into the bottom of her foot as the rough mesh of the nylon twisted about on his face mangling his nose and threatening to scrub the skin off of his sore face. Jolanda bent down to grasp Richard's body and pull it out from under her foot. As she did
she made a point of shifting all of her weight to the ball of the foot that was mashing Richard's face and pressing his head deep into the pile of the carpet. Richard thought his whole head was going to bust open from the tremendous pressure caused by the massive foot on his face. Then suddenly the pressure lessened as Jolanda's hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him from under her foot.

"Nighty-night," Jolanda said as she dropped Richard's small form head-first into one of her high heeled shoes. Then she sat on the bed and removed her soiled nylons. "Here is your blankets." Jolanda said with a stifled giggle as she stuffed the dirty nylons into the shoe that Richard was lying in.

As Jolanda slept peacefully above him, Richard was a long time going to sleep as he laid in the dank shoe embedded in the smell of Jolanda's worn nylons and tasting the filthy panties in his mouth. Even after he fell to sleep he continued to suck all the flavour out of the soiled material.

Morning came with a jolt for Richard as Jolanda, who awakened first, pulled the nylons from her shoe and dumped Richard out on the carpet. As he struggled to clear his head he looked up into the lovely face of the beautiful creature that towered, still naked, above him.

"Well, how are we this morning, worm," Jolanda said with a sneer. Richard started to say something, but his mouth was still full of panties. "You can't talk with your mouth full, stupid. Here let me take those panties for you." Jolanda said as she blinked and the panties suddenly appeared
full-size in her hand. "For your sake these had better be clean," she warned as she examined the damp garment. "Ah ha! Look at this!" she screamed as she shoved the panties down in Richard's direction. "What's this brown mark on the seat? You didn't get it all out. Can't you do anything right! You..stupid little cock. That's what you look like down there, you know, a little cock." A smile formed on Jolanda's face as an idea suddenly struck her. "Well, what do you think? Would you make a good cock?"

Before Richard could answer, Jolanda's hand came down and scooped him up from the rug. She brought him up close to her face and said, "Don't screw this up stupid, or I'll stuff you up my asshole and leave you there." Then she blinked her eyes and Richard's body became stiff. She then laid down on the bed and, grabbing Richard by the legs, began rubbing his face and head slowly up and down her wet pussy furrow. Richard was assailed by the strong smell of her stale pussy as his face rubbed over the ever wet pussy flesh. Richard was practically drowning in the sopping fluids that flowed from her. A couple of times she even slid his stiff form further up her crotch and used his face to scrub her sharp, pungent asshole. Then she plunged his whole body deep into her hot, wet, vagina and began stroking it in and out. Slowly at first, but then with increasing speed as her
orgasm built. Richard thought he would drown the flood of girl juices as his head was pumped deeper and deeper into her churning pussy. The muscles of her vagina contracting on his head was like some giant monster tying to eat him. It was easily the most frightening experience Richard had ever known. Finally a great flood of girl juices covered Richard's head and the throbbing pussy began vibrating against his head as Jolanda experienced her orgasm.

As the orgasm died down, Jolanda pulled Richard's wet half-dead form from her pussy and after slowing stroking up and down her furrow a couple of more times she let her hand, still holding Richard, drop limply at her side.

"Well, what do you know," Jolanda said after a few minutes. "We finally found something that you can do right. Next time I'll try you out on my asshole." Richard couldn't imagine how he could ever survive having his head stuck up her stinking asshole, but he knew better than to say anything now.

Jolanda sat up and tossed Richard to the floor. Sometime before he landed, Jolanda blinked, and Richard grew to full size and landed on his back on the carpet at the foot of the bed with a thud. Jolanda got up and headed to the bathroom. She made a point of stepping on Richard's upturned face with her bare foot and walking over it on her way to the bathroom.

"You can come in here and help me get ready," she said to Richard over her shoulder as she entered the bathroom.

Jolanda was waiting impatiently when Richard crawled into the bathroom. "Well, stupid, get your head up on the toilet seat for me to sit on! I've got to piss and I don't like waiting on the likes of you," Jolanda sneered.

"Awh...please, mistress, don't make me drink your piss. I..." WHAM! Richard's pleas were cut off as Jolanda kicked him as hard as she could in the mouth with her bare foot.

"You shut up, you stupid jerk!" Jolanda screamed as she kicked him in the face again. "One more word from you and I swear I'll take you to the nearest public toilet and fix it so every woman in town can use your mouth for her business. Now get in position...I've got to go!"

Richard crawled over and placed the back of his neck over the edge of the toilet bowl with his head hanging over the water, his head ready to be used as a seat by his beautiful mistress. Jolanda immediately stepped up on his crotch with both feet and turned around on his sore organs so that
her back was to the toilet. Richard's groans were suddenly muffled as Jolanda sat down full on his upturned face with her saucy ass. He thought his neck was going to break as her ass pressed into his face with all her weight. She positioned her pussy over his open mouth and his nose pressed hard into her strong smelling asshole. Jolanda blinked her eyes and Richard's throat froze open. Suddenly Richard's mouth was flooding with a torrent of hot girl piss as Jolanda emptied her full bladder into his mouth. There was nothing Richard could do except endure the weight pressing down on his face and smell her dirty asshole and taste her hot piss. Jolanda pissed in his mouth for a long time. When her flow at last subsided, she blinked her eyes and Richard could close his throat again.

"Lick me clean," Jolanda said as she bounced her ass im- patiently on Richard's face. After Richard licked the last few drops of piss from her pussy she slid forward a little and said. "Now stick your tongue up my dirty asshole and swab it out good," Jolanda sneered as she blinked her eyes to make his tongue longer. Richard could taste her strong flavor as he worked his tongue around in her hot asshole. After he had thoroughly cleaned her tight asshole Jolanda stood up. Richard gasped from the sudden transfer of weight from his face to his crotch.

"Lie down in front of the sink. You'll make a nice mat to stand on after I take my shower," Jolanda said as she stepped down off of Richard's crotch, making sure she twisted her foot on his balls as she did so, and stepped into the shower.

As the sound of the running shower filled Richard's ears he laid down on his back on the cold hard tile in front of the sink and waited. The taste Jolanda's morning piss and stale asshole lingered in his mouth as he contemplated his future. It seemed hard to believe that this beautiful dark-haired woman could be so cruel. It seemed impossible that she could wield such power over him that he would voluntarily lie down and let her sit on his face and piss in his mouth and he didn't even hesitate to lick out her dirty asshole like he was licking the icing off a spoon. He hoped he would soon wake up from this dream he was having.

His thoughts were interrupted as Jolanda stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off. She totally ignored Richard lying on the floor in front of her as she rubbed the towel over her supple body. Richard wasn't about to try and attract her attention. He had learned that attracting her attention could be anywhere from distasteful to down right painful. He just laid there and admired her naked form.

After she was dry, Jolanda walked over to the sink. She stepped up on Richard's chest with one foot. The groan that escaped his lips as her full weight pressed her bare foot into his chest was cut off as her other foot came to rest on his face. She stood on him as she checked herself in the mirror and fixed her face and hair. She ignored totally the human being that was suffering under her feet as she occasionally shifted her weight from one foot to the next or as she twisted about on him. Richard felt squashed under her relentless weight. He was particularly plagued by the foot on his face. He thought his head would crush when she shifted all of her weight to that foot and then just stood there for long periods. He began to think that her foot was actually sinking into his face. When she
twisted her foot about on his face he could feel his nose and lips being misformed.

Jolanda was not totally unaware of the quivering body beneath her feet. She quietly enjoyed the feel of his body straining under her feet. She especially enjoyed the feel of his face under her bare toes. She could make out all of his features and liked the way they mushed around when she slowly twisted her foot about on his face.

After a while, she finished preparing herself and stepped down and ordered her slave to follow her into the bedroom so she could stand on him while she got dressed.

[schiavozero]

Part.3 conclusion

After a while, she finished preparing herself and stepped down and ordered her slave to follow her into the bedroom so she could stand on him while she got dressed. Richard, glad for the relief, even if only temporary, crawled slowly behind her into the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Richard laid down on his back in the middle of the room. As soon as his head hit the floor, Jolanda stepped up on his face with both feet. She stood with her heels on his forehead and her lovely toes on his lips and chin. A warm pulsating feeling ran through her pussy as she gazed down at his body, quivering uncontrollably, as she mashed down his face with her bare feet.

"Oh, I just love to watch you squirm," she said as she bounced on his face a couple of times just to watch his reaction.

Remembering the magazine she had been reading the day before, she blinked her eyes and had a pair of black satin panties to put on. She stood on Richard's face with one foot and wobbled about on it as she struggled to keep her balance when she stepped into the panties. She pulled the panties
tight up over her firm round ass and dampening pussy and blinked more clothes. A garter belt was next and then sheer coffee coloured stockings with darker reinforcements on the heels and toes. She had to blink Richard's face immobile as she twisted about on it as when putting on the feminine attire. A mid-thigh length black skirt and white blouse with ruffled neck and long sleeves came next. Black high-heeled pumps with three inch spike heels completed her wardrobe. Richard cried out in agony as her spike heels gouged into his chin. She stood with all her weight on his poor face and admired herself in the mirror. She twisted this way and that to get a better view.

"Well..., I do look pretty good," she said. "Even if I do say so myself. Well! what do you think, stupid?" She said as she stomped on his face. "Don't I look beautiful?"

"Ahh.....ahh," Richard cried as his face was being destroyed beneath her spikes.

After a few more moments of checking her attire in the mirror, Jolanda finally stepped down from Richard's crushed face.

"I'm going out today," Jolanda announced. "And see how women of today are treated."

"Oh, No! You can't do that," Richard mumbled. "It..."

"Shutup! Stupid! Don't try to tell me what to do!" Jolanda spat. As if to help quiet him she stepped firmly in the center of his face and walked haughtily over it as she headed for the kitchen.

"Follow me," she said over her shoulder as she left the room.

Richard slowly dragged his pain racked body to his feet and looked at his face in the mirror. It looked the way you would expect a face to look after someone was walking around on it. It was bruised and swollen and kind of flat looking. Blood was dribbling from several heel prints here
and there. Richard quickly splashed some water on it and hurried after Jolanda.

"God!" Jolanda exclaimed as soon as Richard entered the kitchen. "You look like a mess! I can't have someone looking like you fix my breakfast. Oh, well, come on over here and I'll fix you up."

Richard shuffled over closer to Jolanda and she blinked her eyes and suddenly the pain left Richard's face. He felt it gingerly with his hand and noticed that the bleeding stopped. He was amazed, just a moment ago his face was totally ruined and now it seemed good as new.

"Why...thank you mistress, I...", Richard mumbled.

"You can thank me by fixing breakfast," Jolanda cut him off. "And it had better be good or I'll use your face for a kick ball."

As Richard began fixing breakfast, Jolanda stepped out the door to see what the day was like. It looked like it was going to be a very nice day. She would enjoy going to town today. As she walked out into the yard she noticed a thing lying on the grass that looked like a cylinder made of rolled up paper. She picked it up and saw it had writing on it. She took it back inside and asked Richard about it. He explained about newspapers and Jolanda was thrilled by the thing. There were pictures of people and ads about things to buy and stories about people and places. She decided to read all about modern life while she ate breakfast.

She was going to sit on Richard's face and let him eat her asshole while she ate breakfast, but she decided he was going to have a rough day and she'd better let him have some nourishment so she had him sit on the floor by her feet and eat his breakfast while she rested her high heeled feet on
his shoulders. Besides she wanted to ask him many questions about the things she read.

She ate her breakfast and read the paper and asked Richard many questions about the things she saw. Each time she asked a question she would kick him in the face...just to get his attention. After a while she placed her high heels in Richard's mouth and used his face as a footstool. By the time she was finished, Richard's face looked like it had been through the mill again.

Jolanda pulled her heels from Richard's sore mouth and stood up.

"Well, I guess it's time to go to town. Are you ready to get into your shoe?"

"Aw...you're not really going to put me in your shoe, are you? Its too small and cramped in there," Richard complained.

"You didn't seem to have any problem yesterday when you wanted to put me in that small cramped bottle. Well get used to it," Jolanda said as she slipped off her right shoe. "Cause from now on, whenever I don't want you for something, your home is going to be in my shoe...under my foot!"

"Oh no! You're not going to put me in the same shoe you're wearing. I'll die!" Richard cried.

"Oh, don't worry, you might be somewhat uncomfortable, but you won't die", Jolanda said as she blinked her eyes.

"Oh...NOOOoo....", Richard wailed.

Suddenly he found himself lying on his back. Richard could smell the scent of damp leather and the foot that had just vacated this shoe. He feet were elevated and his weight was pressing down on his neck and head. He reasoned that he was lying face up with his head in the toe of the shoe and his feet going up by the heel. Suddenly his vision was filled with the sight of a huge, from his vantage point, nyloned foot descending toward his face. The darker colored toe portion coming right toward him.

"Oh my God! Nooo..." Richard's voice was cut off as Jolanda's foot settled into the shoe and smashed poor Richard's small form beneath it. She stood with her full weight on Richard's body and felt it kind of squish under her foot. It felt good to have a cushion insole in the shoe. She was going
to like this arrangement a lot.

Richard's face and then entire body was smashed flat by the warm nyloned foot that descended upon it. And, when Jolanda stood on him with all her weight he could feel his body squish and give. His face was wedged between Jolanda's toe pads and the ball of her foot and was totally encased in
nylon covered foot. He knew he would surely die...but wait a minute! He could breathe! He was totally smashed under her foot and yet, somehow, he could still breathe. She must have done something. Blinked her eyes. Every breath had the unmistakable smell of warm foot and leather shoe, but even with the horrible unrelenting pressure smashing down his features he could still breathe.

Jolanda wiggled her toes a few times to savour the feel of the little man in her shoe and then blinked herself to a quiet alley in the center of the shopping district in town. She was teaming with excitement. She couldn't wait to get started and see all the things she read about in the paper.
She was going to walk around and not stop till she had seen it all. She took off walking down the street as eager as a school girl, without any thought at all to poor Richard suffering in her shoe.

And suffer he did. With every step her foot pounded into Richard's face and body smashing it flatter and flatter. The relentless pounding was more horrible than anything Richard had ever imagined and if that wasn't enough it was getting warmer and damper and more musty inside Jolanda's shoe. The smell of warm, damp female foot and leather shoe permeated his very being. It's the only thing he could smell, taste, hear, and feel. His face was chafed by the nylon mesh of her stockings as her toes moved about on his face with each step.

Jolanda was having a ball. She walked all over. Watching other women shopping. Seeing how it was done. She learned that all you need is a little plastic card, so she blinked herself one. She did some shopping of her own, but mostly she had fun just walking all over town watching everything and learning about the lifestyles of the people she saw. She didn't think much about the little man being squashed under her foot, but she did notice that her right foot didn't feel as tired as her left.
Whenever she would stop and stand for awhile she found herself shifting her weight to her right foot so as to rest her left. The little man serving as a cushion insole was doing his job well.

By mid-day Jolanda found herself in need of some relief so she found a public restroom in a mall. She decided it might be better if she didn't sit on the toilet seat, after all a lot of strange people may have sat there. She blinked her eyes and Richard appeared, full size lying on his back with the back of his neck on the rim of the toilet bowl and his head hanging out over the opening. The first thing Richard felt was tremendous relief as the weight was lifted from his body and cool seemingly fresh air washed over his sweat soaked form. There was something hard pressing into the back of his neck but, he was so enjoying the open air he hardly noticed. As his eyes became adjusted to the light he saw Jolanda's face smiling down at him.

"Well, How's my little insole doing?" Jolanda said with a devilish grin. "I bet you're pretty thirsty by now, Huh. Well, don't worry I've got a little drink for you."

Richard's brain wasn't working very well as a result of being pounded in a shoe all morning so he just stared blankly and watched as Jolanda turned around and straddled him and began raising her skirt. When she pulled down her panties and her full round ass began to descend toward his face, it
suddenly dawned upon Richard what was about to happen. He opened his mouth to voice a protest when Jolanda's ass crashed down upon his face and swallowed it up. Richard found his face suddenly thrust into the hot, dirty, sweaty ass of his tormentress. His neck exploded with pain as it
pressed against the rim of the toilet supporting the full weight of the woman sitting on his face. Jolanda didn't waste any time as she slid her ass over Richard's face till her piss hole was pressed to his open mouth and his nose was buried in her strong smelling asshole. She blinked her eyes to fix his mouth and throat open and released a torrent of hot piss into Richard's waiting mouth. Richard could taste the hot, salty piss as it washed over his tongue and filled his belly. Jolanda pissed into
Richard for a long time and then when she finished she blinked his mouth free and instructed him to lick her pussy clean. Then she slid forward on his face and had him lick the sweat from her ass crack and swab out her asshole real good with his tongue. When he was finished, Jolanda stood up
and fixed her clothes and blinked Richard back into her shoe and left the restroom without even acknowledging Richard's existence. Richard found himself smashed under Jolanda's hot damp foot with the fresh taste of piss and asshole in his mouth. He couldn't believe the level he has been
reduced to in just a couple of days.

Jolanda decided it was time for a rest so she stopped at the food gallery near the restroom and got a sandwich from a vendor. She sat and ate her sandwich while she watched the people walk by. She sat with her left leg crossed over the right leg pressing Richard beneath her right foot.

Richard knew that she had stopped walking because her foot had ceased to rhythmically smash into his body and face. He also figured she must be sitting down as her foot, though pressed firmly on his body and face, was not pressing down as hard as before. Richard lulled in the quiet serenity
of being pressed under her immobile foot...so immersed in the smell of her damp nyloned foot and leather shoe that he almost felt at home. This was absurd! Here he was, pressed bodily under some woman's smelly foot with the taste of her asshole fresh in his mouth, and he was starting to feel
comfortable! Of course, compared to what he had been experiencing all morning, his present situation was considerable improvement. He was so worn out from his ordeal he almost fell off to sleep. And he would have too, except for Jolanda's annoying habit of every so often wiggling her
toes. Each time that happened her toes would scrunch and mangle Richard's face like a piece of wadded up paper. After a half-hour or 45 minutes of this treatment, Jolanda crossed her legs the other way, with her right foot in the air and her high heeled shoe slightly off of her heel as she
slowly bounced her leg up and down.

Richard felt a wash of cool air over his sweat-damp body. His face was still trapped under her toes with enough force to support the entire weight of his body and that of her shoe, but the cool air and relief of pressure from his body felt great. After a while of this, Richard began to think...Maybe, now that she is sitting and resting, she will let him out of the shoe.

"Yeah, she's probably had her fun," he reasoned. "Probably, if she would just think of it, she would decide she's had enough and let me out!"

Richard began moving about and banging into Jolanda's foot in an attempt to attract her attention. It must have been the pounding his brain had taken lately, or maybe the desire to escape was greater than his power of reasoning. You would think he'd know by now....THE LAST THING YOU WANT TO DO IS ATTRACT HER ATTENTION! Too late now though...Jolanda felt him banging into her foot and turned her attention to the little man serving as the insole to her shoe.

"Well it seems as though someone would like to get out of my shoe," thought Jolanda, "OK, I can handle that and maybe have a little fun too." She reached down and removed her right shoe and looked at the little man inside.

"You seem to be trying to get my attention," Jolanda said with a coy smile. "Do you want something?"

"Could I please get out of your shoe now", Richard pleaded. "I've been here a long time. I promise I'll be good. I'll just do whatever you're doing. Please!"

"I'm not doing anything except watching the people walk by", Jolanda said.

"That's OK, I like to watch people, I'll be glad to do that...Please..", Richard begged.

"Well I might be able to do something...." Jolanda said as she looked around the area. It was the lunch hour and there was a lot of traffic around the area. Suddenly a big smile erupted on her face as an idea struck home. She noticed a steady stream of women going to and from the ladies room. The floor tiles in front of the door were worn from the constant traffic of hundreds of feet passing there every day.

"OK, I'll let you out and we'll both watch people walk by," Jolanda said with a devilish grin that made Richard very nervous. "Of course you'll have a better view than me....a sort of rug's-eye view." Jolanda's laughter rang in Richard's ears as he watched her blink her eyes.

Richard disappeared from Jolanda's shoe and a small rug suddenly appeared on the floor about three feet out in front of the door to the ladies room, right over one of the heavy wear areas. To the casual observer it looked just like a small hairy fiber rug, but if you looked close right in the center you could make out what looked like a person's face. Jolanda had made Richard's face a little larger and very flat. She made his body so small that it could hardly be seen. She caused hair to grow all over
Richard's face and then embedded the whole thing into the center of a real rug made of hair fibers that matched Richard's hair.

Jolanda's laughter caused a chill to run down Richard's spine as suddenly he found himself staring at what seemed to be the ceiling. It seemed far away like he was lying on the floor looking up at it. He tried to move but was unable to. His view was hampered by what looked like hair fibers as
though he were looking though a thin veil of hair. He heard a noise and looked down toward his feet to see a large door marked "Ladies" suddenly open and a woman dressed in a casual skirt/blouse, heels &hose ensemble emerged and began to walk right toward him. Her high heels clacked loudly
on the hard tile floor. Suddenly the reality of what was about to happen slammed into his brain like a freight train.

"Oh my god! She's going to walk right over me!" his frightened brain screamed silently. "She doesn't even know I'm here!

But, Richard was spared as her right foot came down on the rug just below his face. It was so close her toe pinched his chin as she stepped over his face. A relieved Richard looked up to catch a glimpse of panty crotch beneath her billowing skirt as the woman stepped over him.

She wasn't even out of sight when two more women emerged from the restroom. One was a tall lanky blonde wearing a tee shirt, jeans and high heeled sandals. The other was a shorter brunet wearing a tee shirt, slacks and flat heeled leather shoes. They were quickly advancing toward his
face, talking to each other as they came, completely unaware of the human face staring up at them. But, again Richard was spared as they each passed on either side of his sweating face.

As soon as they were gone, Richard heard the unmistakable clacking of high heels on hard tile right behind him. He looked back to see a tall (actually from his angle they all looked tall) woman with long dark hair dressed in a business suit with skirt, black hose and black spike heeled shoes bearing down on him. The clacking grew loud in his ears until suddenly the worn sole of a high heeled foot appeared above his face. He just caught a glimpse of that sole before it smashed into his face. First
the spiked heel slammed into his forehead, seemingly drilling into it and then the sole mashed down his mouth and chin as the woman strode over Richard's face without a care. It was over as quick as it begun leaving Richard with a face smarting like hell from the little half moon dent in his forehead and from his bruised and swollen lips.

No sooner had the foot left his face when he heard more footsteps behind him. He looked back just in time to see the sole of a flat heeled leather shoe streaking down toward his face. This time it didn't land square, the flat heel slammed into his nose and mouth breaking his nose and smashing
his already bruised lips.

And so it went for the next 45 minutes or so. Women streamed to and from the restroom. Many of them missed Richard's face, but 30 or more walked right on all or part of Richard's helpless face. It being lunch hour many of them were salesgirls working in the various stores. These working girls
mostly wore high heels. Jolanda loved the spectacle. Her panties were getting wet from her excitement. She knew the torture Richard must be feeling watching the approaching women...not knowing where the foot was going to land...not knowing if this one was going to smash into his face
or miss. And suffer he did as high heeled foot after foot was driven into his face by the full weight of the woman walking on him. The walking feet tore his face to pieces. He surely would have died had it not been for Jolanda's magic. Some of the women walked casually, just mashing his face
with their weight. Others walked hard driving their heels into his ruined face. Some even scuffed their feet over his face. One young college looking girl in flat soled sandals even played hop scotch on the little rug and jumped with both feet right in the center of Richard's waiting face. Finally after the traffic slowed some Richard looked up, just after a stunning looking brunet with 4" spike heels quit grinding her heel in his mouth and left his face, to see the smiling face of Jolanda looking
down at him.

"My, My, have we been having fun...looking up the dresses of the ladies that walk by. Naughty naughty," she said with a delightful grin. As she gazed into his ruined face. It was covered all over with pockmarks from the high heels digging into it, many of them overlapping each other. And
his whole face was swollen and black &blue and had a very flat look to it. It was dirty too, from the many dirty shoe soles scuffing over it.

"My, oh my, you do look a mess," she said tickled with herself. "Well, if you're done playing with the other ladies, we've got to go now. But, not before I get my turn"! So saying she stepped up on Richard's face with both feet and began wiping her feet on Richard's pain racked face. The
sensation was so thrilling her panties became sopping wet and she almost came from the experience.

After satisfying herself on his face, she stepped down and turned and blinked the rug away and Richard back into her right pump. Richard was actually glad to be back in his shoe home. Even though Jolanda's sweaty nyloned foot was forever mashing him and the salt from the sweaty nylons
enveloping his face burned like fire in his wounds. He was glad to be back in the relative safety of her damp, dark shoe.



The End

[insect]

Schiafozero..A masterpiece! You have it all, trampling, human toilet, human furniture, facesitting, Mini man trampling, in-shoe crushing..brilliant..A fantastic read, what we would give to be in his position for the rest of our lives eh?
Many many thanks

[hhhmmm]

sch:

I have seen this story before, quite a few years back. Thanks for reposting it, or if it is your own original.

If it's your own original, please post more of your stories!!:)

Thanks for posting:)

hhhmmm

[berber]

wow, a blast from the past!

[splitsekonds]

yup this one has been around the net for awhile.. its a classic! thanks for bringing it back =)

[stegoman]

One of my favorites! I've loved it since I saw it years ago. :)

I had read once that there was a continuation somewhere, with the genie taking him back to a party with other genie friends. Anyone ever see that part? I never have, and I've looked, believe me!

[Lone Stranger]

I wrote that story years ago. There is no other part. What you read here is all there is.

Later~

[WalkOnSparky]

Awesome story, thanks!

[door_step]

O yes; one of the top 10 !!

doorstep

[hellbentforleatherr]

Lone Stanger, It is a great story. I've always liked it. I have it stashed on my hard drive from somewhere. Schiavozero, thanks for posting it.

[murdoch2348]

Is there a chance of continuing the story? It's most definately the best story I've read

[Lone Stranger]

Is there a chance of continuing the story? It's most definately the best story I've read

Probably not in the near future, I'm too busy this time of year to write. Besides I not sure where else to take this, I've covered most things and I'd hate to just repeat things.

Later~

[Yetski]

I remember this story from way back. One of the very best. Thanks for reposting.

[pgonzo]

very gool loved it

[heel sucker]

That is one fantastic story!!!!

heelsucker