Debbie does Doris & Dan, oh my!

[faceseat4jeans]

My name is Dan, and I'm writing this to try to make some sense out of how my life has been changing and continues to change. I know I have choices, but sometimes feel as if I'm being carried along in a current or flow that I'm helpless to resist. I guess I should share some of my experience, before I get into what I guess could be seen as my weakness and despair for the future!

I rented an apartment in this complex of residences for artists after graduating from the Acting Academy, with one of the benefits being the low rent that was subsidized in return for the creative tenants donating their talents for the benefit and enjoyment of the community. I was glad to donate my acting skills in the plays and skits that were arranged and performed for the benefit and enjoyment of the other residents, and I became very popular and well-liked. I tried to dress well and was friendly as well as reliable, earning me the nickname of "Dapper Dan" or "Dependable Dan" amongst my neighbors. I was sharpening my acting skills and hoped to be "discovered" by some big-shot producer or in some other way make it to the big time leading roles. I met one of the other tenants, Doris, and we immediately developed a mutual attraction and a caring, loving relationship. In short, I felt I was on top of the world.Then Debbie moved in.

Debbie came from Australia, and though I can't imitate her accent I can tell you it is the sexiest, most appealing way of speaking I've ever heard. She is very conceited, but somehow conveys her superiority in such a way that it doesn't turn people off, and she became very popular with all the others as soon as she moved in. She was nice enough to everyone, except me, that is!

It turned out that Debbie moved into the apartment next to mine, and I of course graciously offered to help her get her stuff unloaded and set up. She agreed, but in a way that made it seem like she was doing me a favor! "I'll hang the pictures, you clumsy oaf" she exclaimed as I fumbled with putting a hook on the wall. "You can put the carpet protectors under the legs of the furniture to protect the carpet, if you think you can handle that, Doofus Dan, eh?" My face turned red with shame but for some reason I didn't feel able to respond with anything other than "s..su...sure, Debbie, whatever you say" as I dropped to the floor on my back and went about lifting the furniture so I could place the protective discs under the legs to keep them from damaging her new carpet.

As I struggled to lift the heavy pieces of furniture to place the discs under the legs, Debbie walked over to where I was lying on the floor with a picture in her hands. She was wearing a tight pair of faded bluejeans, and as she walked closer to stand directly over my head she said "hmmm, I think this picture would look good right over here..." as she held it out in front of her. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I in your way? Wait, let me move so....urp! Gaack!" I said as I'd started to get up and was shocked when Debbie planted her sneaker sole down onto my throat and stepped down, hard!

"No need to get up, Docile Dan, I can use the added height from standing on you to get the picture hung high enough. You don't mind, do you dearie?" Debbie asked me in her sexy accent as she brought her other foot to join her first on my face. As she stood there with one foot crushing my throat and her other covering my mouth, I maintained my face-up position and was incredibly turned on by the sight of Debbie's shapely legs in her skintight jeans rising up over me. I couldn't understand the feelings I was experiencing, as my only thought was gratitude that she hadn't stepped on my eyes so that I could enjoy this amazing view!

Debbie seemed to sense my submissive surrender to her as she took her time positioning the picture in exactly the right spot on the wall above me, because when she finally got it where she wanted and stepped off me she ordered me casually to "move over there, Docile Dan, I think this picture would look nice on the wall behind the dining room table." I was so cowed by her dominant attitude that I didn't even stand up, crawling on all fours to the spot she designated. As she walked over with the picture and hanging hook in her hands she looked down at me and a sneer curled her lips as she pointed to the floor and said simply "down, boy!"

Once again I became the floor beneath Debbie's feet as I laid face-up beneath her full weight as she hung the next picture, and an unspoken understanding seemed to have been reached between us as Debbie used my face, chest, back and even shoulders to raise her to the height needed to do whatever she needed to do. I did have a small stepladder in my place next door, but didn't even feel brave enough to mention it. She seemed to enjoy stepping on my face the most, though, and I was feeling so turned on by the situation that I submitted silently to the humiliating handling I was getting from this assertive Aussie! I did feel a moment of real fear, though, when Debbie commented as she stood full-weight on my features, "hmmm, you do seem to be able to handle this type of treatment fairly well. This could be quite amusing and entertaining if I could incorporate it into a show for the community. Yes, ha ha, I think it would be quite fitting for the community to see your true nature, Docile Dan!"

[LuvsHerHeels]

Great start.
Cant wait to see how Doris come into the story with Debbie.

[Davie D]

Great stuff so far!:thumbsup2:

[vertago]

I like it so far . Well written and thought out . Can't wait to read the rest of it .

[faceseat4jeans]

As Debbie had promised she wrote a play, based on The Wizard of Oz, that was a humorous spoof of the original, and I had a central part as the big joke! When I read it I was appalled, my worst fears of being ridiculed in front of all my friends would become a reality if I were to play the part assigned me. Debbie was insistent that I was perfect for the role, though, and brushed aside my discomfort with her casual attitude: "oh really, Dan, you're making a big thing out of nothing! I think you're the ideal person to play the part of the wicked witch, and it will show your range and versatility as an actor. Now you just study your part well, we're going to have a rehearsal this evening."

My girlfriend Doris had been concerned when she saw my bruised face after my trampling from Debbie but I had explained it away by saying that I'd walked into a door in the dark. I thought she'd be upset if she knew it had happened the way it really did, but when she did meet Debbie I was shocked at how meek and docile Doris seemed to become. Debbie assumed a natural attitude of superiority over Doris as she became Debbie's assistant and make-up girl as well as all-purpose gofer. She even thought the play idea was funny and being that her professional skills had to do with make-up and costuming, Doris was able to cover up my bruised face so that it appeared normal as well as fix me up as a realistic-looking witch for Debbie's play.

Becoming more and more uncomfortable with my part as I practiced before the evening rehearsal, I resolved to voice my concerns to Debbie and the others before the we started. My performance consisted basically of cackling "I've got you now, my sweetie!" to 'poor, frightened' Dorothy (the lead role, played by Debbie of course) as I threatened to grab her, only to have her strike out in terror and kick me right in the balls! Then, as I collapse on the spongy ground of dirt at her feet, "poor Dorothy" fearfully stamps down on my body repeatedly until I'm literally stomped right into the ground beneath her feet. The tag-line would finally come at the end of the scene when Dorothy would stand with her full weight on my head. As my skull would sink down into the ground under her full weight, I would groan in my dissolving witch's voice "help me, I'm sinking, I'm sinking, I'm sinking...." to everyone's laughter and applause.

Gathering that evening to do the rehearsal, I started to express my concerns but was quickly cut off by Debbie. "Oh hush there Dan, this is the first play I've written for the community here and I won't have you ruin it! Now, not another word out of you other than your lines. Let's go everyone, we've got to get the set prepared. You guys have that thick dirt prepared as the ground, don't you? she said, and a couple of the other guys assured her it was set up as she had specified. "Heh heh heh, ol' Dan's gonna see it up close pretty soon, ha hah!" one of them said with a laugh, and I swallowed my shame as I put on my witch's costume.

The whole play was supposed to be a light-hearted spoof and I tried to join in the jovial mood, resolving to be a good sport and not ruin the enjoyment. As the practice began, though, it seemed that denigrating and making a fool out of me was the main focus of the activities. The first time I said the line that I repeated numerous times in the performance, "I've got you now, my sweetie!", I expected that Debbie in her role of Dorothy would mock a powerful kick to my groin. Saying the threatening words, I loomed over Debbie's cowering form with an evil cackle, when suddenly POW! her foot slammed up into my vulnerable crotch full force!

No acting was necessary on my part as I fell to the floor at Debbie's feet moaning in pain. I heard Debbie exclaim in her Dorothy voice "oh my, I must stamp out this evil witch!" as she stomped down on me over and over again in the Mary Jane school girl shoes she wore for the part of Dorothy. My cries for help were real but were only met with laughter from the others as I felt my body actually being pounded down into the loose dirt prepared on the set, powered by the heavy hammering of Debbie's shoes. UNGH! OOMPH! OOOFF! UMPH! AARGH! Finally Debbie had stomped down on every area of my body while I lay helpless beneath her feet as the fallen, evil witch, and only my face remained above the surface of the ground. Still voicing her "fears", Debbie stepped up onto my face with her full weight, and as my head sunk into the ground under her cruel Mary Janes she lifted one of her shoes so that my mouth was freed and I dutifully spoke my line: "Help me, help me, I'm sinking, sinking, sink...." to roars of laughter and applause from the others.

[vertago]

Oh my ! This is getting really , really good ! I can see you have put some thought into this , and it's very well written . Please tell me the wicked witch revives and the good WITCH has to help Dorothy finish her off!

[Sauur]

Very nice, your imagination is great. I hope its another long one!

[LuvsHerHeels]

excellent....and what happens to poor Doris?

[faceseat4jeans]

The performance of Debbie's original comedic spoof of The Wizard of Oz show was such a hit that Debbie became an instant star in the community, and she agreed to come up with a continuation of the show. As Doris worked on patching up my bruised and battered face she excitedly told me Debbie was writing a big role for her in part two of the Wizard of Oz show, playing the role of the Tin Man who finds his heart. "C'mon Doris, tell me more about the new show" I begged, but Doris wouldn't talk, saying Debbie felt my part was such a hit and humorous because I was so realistic in my reactions during the first performance, and she didn't want to risk losing any of my authenticity for the new show so she'd ordered everyone to keep the plot specifics a secret from me.

Despite my misgivings, I didn't want to be seen as a killjoy so I agreed to be in Debbie's continuing Wizard of Oz play, even though I wasn't even permitted to see the whole script but only my lines "to keep my authenticity" in Debbie's words. When I saw the set had the same loose thick dirt as the "ground" beneath the performers I feared a similar stomping like I'd received in the first show from Debbie, but she assured me it would be different this performance and brushed aside my concerns. I wasn't even included in the rehearsals for the same reason, and the evening of the performance I was told by Debbie to just "go with the flow" and be as realistic as possible as I said my lines.

As Doris prepared my costume and make-up as the wicked witch she could barely control herself as she giggled and snickered looking at me, but still refused to divulge any details about the show. Resolving to be a good sport and team player, I watched from offstage while Doris as the Tin Man befriended "Dorothy" (Debbie) and they set off to find the Wizard so the Tin Man could get a "heart" and Dorothy could get back home. Suddenly my cue came and I strode onto the center stage as I cackled "hee hee hee, I've got you now, my sweeties, you'll never make it to the Wizard!" as I loomed over them menacingly. As Debbie had promised, this time instead of kicking me she screamed in terror and cowered in fear "Heh heh heh, I've got you both now!" I cackled as I said my line, when suddenly Doris spoke up in her Tin Man outfit, saying "oh no you don't, you evil wicked witch - WHAM!" and slammed her metal-covered foot up into my vulnerable crotch!

The pain was excruciating as I fell to the ground at Doris and Debbie's feet doubled over in agony from Doris' cruel kick, but the audience roared with laughter. Doris continued with her lines about how she'd found her heart filled with compassion when she saw "Dorothy" in danger, even as she stepped down on my exposed throat with her heavy Tin Man foot. I couldn't believe Doris could be so cruel and uncaring towards me as she raised her other heavy metal foot and planted it on my upper chest, and I groaned in real agony as her full weight crushed down on me. Suddenly Debbie jumped up onto my stomach in excitement, and the audience roared with laughter as she knocked all the remaining air out of me and a loud "oooff!" flew out of my mouth.

"Don't you see, Tin Man" Debbie said to Doris as she maintained her punishing position with her full weight pressing down on my stomach, "you said your heart went out to me, that means you DO have a heart!" and they both danced with joy atop my prone form. As they continued to dance on my collapsed body they stamped their feet down heavily and I cried out in real pain as my body was literally pounded into the loose ground beneath their feet. After a time Debbie stopped stamping and stood with her full weight crushing down on my midsection as she exclaimed that the Tin Man should really "put his heart into it" and stomp that evil wicked witch into the ground!

I shuddered with real fear as Doris lifted her Tin Man's foot off my throat and brought it over my face. "No, no, pleas...umph!" I exclaimed as her metal sole slammed down onto my face. Tasting blood in my mouth from her sadistic face-stomp, my mind reeled from the terror as I feared for my teeth! I felt her other foot join her first, and the full weight of Doris' body forced my head to sink down into the ground beneath her feet as she exclaimed to "Dorothy" how glad she was to realize she really did have a heart. That was my cue, and with my last remaining air as Debbie's full weight on my stomach had me on the verge of passing out from my inability to breathe, I managed to utter my line that brought down the house: "help me, help me, I'm sinking, I'm sinnnnnkingggg....."

[vertago]

I was waiting with eager anticipation for the next installment , And it was worth the wait ! This is absolute gold !

[LuvsHerHeels]

Great story...luv that Doris is now getting involved in the trampling.
Thanks.

[toejam]

wow now that is a remake im willing to see again

[faceseat4jeans]

Debbie's Wizard of Oz sequel with Doris as the Tin Man was another tremendous success, and she went from being the popular new actress in the community to the top star and hit playwright as well! I, on the other hand, seemed to have lost the respect of everyone practically overnight, even my "steady girl" Doris who seemed totally in awe of Debbie and willing to treat me literally like the dirt under her foot to win Debbie's approval. When I found out from Doris that a new episode in the continuing "Wiz series", written and directed by Debbie (who also had the lead part of Dorothy), was planned and that I would be the Wicked Witch once again, I knew I had to take a stand.

"No way, Doris, Debbie's gonna have to find some other sucker to play the wicked witch part and be stomped into the ground. Listen, I know the last performance was a big hit, but you nearly kicked my teeth in with your hard Tin Man's feet when you stomped down on my face like that!" I exclaimed when Doris told me the performance was set to go, that I should just go with the flow like the last time and that she needed to prepare me in my Wicked Witch costume. I was shocked when Doris showed no compassion for me and simply said that Debbie had decided it was essential for me to continue in my role as the Wicked Witch, and that if I refused Debbie had called for a vote and it was decided by consensus that I would be expelled from the entire community - for good! With not only my residence but my career at stake as Debbie's desires seemed to dominate, what choice did I have?

It seemed that Debbie had cast a spell of her superiority over all my friends, even Doris, and I fearfully agreed to play the Wicked Witch role again as Doris informed me that she would now be playing the part of the Scarecrow who was in need of a brain. I was calmed somewhat as I thought at least those infernal metal Tin Man shoes wouldn't be battering my body, but still worried as I again wasn't allowed to read the script beforehand to insure my authentic reactions. The evening of the show I waited full of anxiety offstage as Debbie playing the role of Dorothy met the Scarecrow (Doris) and invited her to come along and "follow the yellow brick road" to find the wizard, assuring her that that was the path to get her brain.

As they set off down the road I knew that was my cue, and I took a deep breath hoping for the best as I pounced out from the side stage area cackling "hee hee hee, you'll never make it to the wizard 'cause I've got you now, my pretties!" Suddenly Doris the scarecrow ran around behind me as "Dorothy" yelled "good thinking, Scarecrow!" as she ran right up to me and pushed my chest with both her hands. Whoops! my legs flew out from under me and I realized Doris the Scarecrow had gotten down on her hands and knees behind me so that when Debbie ("Dorothy") pushed my chest I toppled over backwards and landed flat on my back!

My hands flailed around on the ground as I tried to grab Debbie's Mary Jane shoes so she wouldn't stomp me, when suddenly she exclaimed "oh help me Scarecrow, the evil Wicked Witch is trying to grab me!" Doris the Scarecrow rushed over, and even as in terror I noticed she was wearing stiletto pumps she raised her foot and stamped down hard on the back of my hand with her narrow heel - Yeoch! "Ha ha ha, yes, that's it Stiletto Scarecrow, stomp down on those wicked witch hands so they can't grab me, you're so smart!"

I was screaming in real pain but the audience thought it was all part of the show and roared with laughter. Doris as the Scarecrow had pinned each of my hands under her sharp stilettos and was twisting and turning her ankles as she pinned my poor hurting hands under her full weight. I looked up with tear-filled eyes and was about to use my wicked witch's voice to plead for mercy, hoping to convey to Doris the very real agony I was suffering, when Debbie walked up to my head and slammed down one of her Mary Jane shoes right onto my mouth before I could get the words out - "helph...mumph!

Tasting blood in my mouth from the cruel crushing blow as Debbie applied her full 120 pounds down onto my face and I felt my head sinking down into the loose ground while she mashed the sole of her Mary Jane shoe down onto my lips, I was helpless under the pinned pressure of Doris' heels pressing my hands down into the loose dirt at the same time. "Oh Scarecrow, that was so smart of you to pin the evil Wicked Witch's hands down under your Scarecrow Stilettos, you DO have a brain!" With that, Debbie placed her other Mary Jane shoe sole down heavily on my forehead and raised the one covering my mouth so I could say my signature line.

No! I thought, I wasn't going to say it, I was in terrible pain as my hands were buried inches under the loose ground even as Doris' stabbing and twisting stilettos continued their torment, and I felt fearfully with my tongue my damaged dentals. I refused to go along with this any longer, I thought as I grit my teeth in a stubborn gesture even as I glared up at Debbie standing above my head, but she simply raised one of her shoes and then slammed it back down hard on my face! "Yes, Scarecrow," Debbie said in her role as Dorothy, "you keep burying those evil hands and I'll bury the evil head, until we can be sure there's no more danger from this wicked old witch!" I realized there was no use in my trying to resist, and when Debbie's sole lifted off my mouth I blubbered in agony as I said the line: "help me, I'm sinking, I'm sinkinnnnnnng...." and the audience again roared with laughter and wild applause.

[grizley]

Great story, I can hardly wait for the next installment.

[LuvsHerHeels]

and where does it go from here?
looking forward to it.
thanks.

[faceseat4jeans]

At the cast party held after the second wildly successful Wizard of Oz show Debbie was treated like royalty, and she of course accepted her superior status like a true Goddess. I had spoken to Doris after the performance, though, and convinced her my cruel and damaging treatment was unfair and got her to agree to support me in confronting Debbie. And so, even though I knew I was right, I approached Debbie nervously with Doris at my side during the party.

"Now listen, Debbie," I began fearfully, "I know the show was hailed as a big success and you were excellent as Dorothy and deserve a lot of credit for writing it and you are very pretty and a great actress and..." I rambled on, getting more anxious by the second until Debbie finally cut me off. "Stop your babbling, fool! I know all the things you're telling me already, so why are you wasting my time, and with that silly scarecrow at your side, ha ha ha!" I saw Doris cringe and cower from the corner of my eye as she shook in terror beside me, and I shrank back in fear of Debbie's commanding presence initially as well before I summoned the courage to speak: "I er...I think it's not fair the way my character is abused and degraded so bad, y'know?"

I was realizing more and more every second that it was a bad idea to confront Debbie like this about my treatment in her play, but it was too late now as she moved to stand right in front of me with a superior smirk. Although Debbie had not been a member of the community for long, she had easily assumed a leadership role while my status had gone, with her help, from popular and likable to menial moron, patsy and fool. Now Debbie confronted me with a crowd of her fans and supporters surrounding her and basically told me that it was only through her generousity that I wasn't thrown out of the complex, and that if I wasn't willing to accept whatever degrading treatment I was given I would not only be evicted but placed under arrest for violating my rental agreement!

"And that goes for your girlfriend too, jerk!" Debbie exclaimed as she reached over to Doris and, grabbing a handful of her hair gave a powerful yank that sent Doris flying to the ground at her feet. With a squeal Doris landed on the floor with her face over Debbie's patent leather stiletto pumps, and with a sneer Debbie looked down at her and said "that's right, just where you belong, now kiss my feet and beg my forgiveness for having the nerve to even associate with this asshole!" I was shocked to see Debbie treat Doris this badly, but the aura of dominance surrounding Debbie was so powerful I was afraid to intervene, and my mouth hung open in shock as Doris' head began bobbing up and down and loud kissing noises were heard as she began begging for Debbie to please forgive her.

The supportive comments endorsing Debbie's arrogance coming from the others left me speechless and I just stared at Doris' debasing behavior until Debbie made a comment about how I didn't deserve any better treatment and snapped her fingers as she motioned to a few of the guys who instantly wrestled me to the ground at Debbie's feet as well. I started to kiss Debbie's other shoe as I felt I had to, but she wasn't satisfied with that and ordered me to flip over so that I was lying on my back, face up. "You're not even good enough to deserve having your lips touch the tops of my shoes, but I'll be generous and let you worship the ground I've walked on by using your tongue to clean the soles of my shoes, Doormat Dan, heh heh heh!"

Everyone laughed and cheered as I tongue-cleaned the dirty soles of Debbie's pumps, and I was just praying for this terrible indignity to end when Debbie showed how truly sadistic she was with an announcement to the group: "listen up, everyone, you all know disgusting Dan here (chuckle), well I've just decided to let him serve us all at this party in a role befitting his status." More laughter erupted and someone called out "but we've already got busboys and waiters!" and Debbie joined in the degrading laughter at my expense. "That's true," she said, "but I was thinking of something a little more appropriate, something he's already shown a talent for." With that cryptic comment Debbie let the crowd speculate a little longer before she informed everyone of my new role and status in the community.

"Dan the doormat and Doris the slut" Debbie proclaimed cheerfully, informing the group that this cast party would be our "coming out" party. "Ladies, feel free to use the services of Doormat Dan's devoted tongue to get your soles thoroughly cleaned. I think you'll find the delightful feeling of someone else's tongue diligently swabbing the dirt off your soles to be a delicious experience - for you, that is! Ha ha ha! Be sure you're standing on the lucky loser's chest or neck the whole time, and I think you ladies with a few extra pounds will especially enjoy the deep red color Doormat Dan's face will assume when you use the neck stand position, heh heh!" And for you ladies and gentlemen who enjoy receiving oral worship from a female floozie, please help me break in Doris the slut who will lick and suck you front and rear while kneeling on Doormat Dan's chest. Your proper position should be with one foot crushing his throat while the other grinds down on his gonads in a wide enough stance so that dirty Doris can devotedly devour your crotch and ass to your hearts' content. Just use her head to hold onto for balance, and when you're done I encourage anyone with the need to use her mouth as your toilet bowl. Once she's trained to handle that she should become very popular since we don't have public toilets here! Okay, then, let's go everyone, enjoy!"

It seemed like the party went on forever, and I was repeatedly rinsing my mouth out as I must have cleaned dozens of shoe, sandal and boot soles while the other sole crushed my chest or choked my throat under it's full weight. But the worst were the times when Doris knelt with her bony knees digging into my chest as she orally serviced the others, one by one. She was used as an urinal repeatedly, and the overflow left me drenched in urine over and over again to my disgust as I kept having to clean myself up. By the time the party was over I knew I couldn't take any more of this dehumanizing treatment and I snuck away during the night. I moved to a new state and started a new life, but the reason I started this story by saying I don't know what to do with my life is because, crazy as it sounds, I miss the treatment I described, and I'm trying to figure out how to get it again somehow, just not as bad! Am I crazy?

[Sauur]

Cool story! Is this the end or is there more? (I hope there is more!)

[Heckron]

Great as always buddy! Hope to see more soon!

[hapdf]

Great! Do you mind if I translate it into french to post it on french story sites and french forums?

[faceseat4jeans]

Thanks 4 all the affirming feedback, and yes, translate away, hapdf! :)

[hapdf]

Un poste garder cette histoire au premier plan.

[faceseat4jeans]

I have absolutely no idea what that means! :carrotdan

[groundview]

I Think "hapdf" want's to keep this story on the first page with his post. :)

[hapdf]

Precisely Groundview and that's why I also add this post.

[hapdf]

et celui là!