SoleMann
03-02-2003, 5:46 PM
Overtime: Part 2
By: SoleMann
As the pressure increased my concentration was broken and I looked down at her feet. Her right foot, which had just been by my face moments ago, had now worked its way back down the front of me. Luckily the heel of her foot had landed on my leg, but the ball of her foot was now pushing down on the tip of my manhood.
She set the marker down on the top of the bookshelf and said "OK, I just have to check if I got everything correct before I'm done." she gave the board a once over checking it against the paper she had in her hand. "This just wont do, it's been too long since someone washed down this side of the board and you can hardly read it. I'll have to actually wash the board down and redo this side. This is going to take a little more time, you holding out ok down there?"
Realizing that she was talking to me directly I looked back up at her and my eyes met hers. Despite the pressure on my manhood, when I looked up and saw her smiling face all I could do was utter a strained "Yep."
"Great, could you hand me the Windex and paper towels off the bottom shelf?" Jamie asked.
I didn't say a word; I just grabbed them off the shelf and handed them to her. My hands where shaking like a leaf from both the excitement of the moment and the pain in my manhood. She took them and started cleaning off the board.
While she carelessly did her work, I suffered beneath her. I could feel her trying to keep her balance by the way the pressure would increase and decrease on my manhood. As she would lean forward the pressure would increase crushing my tip. I could also feel the base of my manhood straining to support the extra weight she would put on it. I was in heaven and hell at the same time.
This went on for at least 10 minutes and as I watched her feet, I could see them tense up every time she leaned forward. Those perfect little feet I longed for where now doing a number on my manhood. At least she's wearing those cute strapy sandals and not something with a rough thick sole, I thought to myself. Wait a minute, I can't believe with as thin as those soles are that she can't feel what she standing on and what she's doing to me? Couldn't she tell that it suddenly got easier for her to balance?
With those thoughts in mind, I heard a smack as she put pen down on the shelf top. I looked up to see she was already looking down at me.
"All done" she said "now just to put the cleaning supplies away."
At last, although part of me didn't want it to end, I wasn't sure how much longer I could have endured it. She grabbed the supplies with her right hand and I waited for her to hand them to me. Then with a devilish grin on her face, she grabbed the top of the shelf with her left hand and suddenly squatted down on me. She looked me right in the eyes as she leaned down to put them away. The pressure on my manhood became almost unbearable. My tip was being crushed much harder then before and it felt like my base would be torn from my body. There's no way she could have missed the expression on my face caused by what she was doing.
Once she was done, she stood right back up, looked down at me and said "Thanx for ALL your help." she seemed to accent the "ALL" by pressing down with her foot on my manhood. Was it just coincidence or had she known what was going on?
As she finally stepped off me I stammered out a "No problem, any time."
"Really?" she said, "cool, looks like a got a new stepping stool."
To be continued...
Part 3:
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=8628
By: SoleMann
As the pressure increased my concentration was broken and I looked down at her feet. Her right foot, which had just been by my face moments ago, had now worked its way back down the front of me. Luckily the heel of her foot had landed on my leg, but the ball of her foot was now pushing down on the tip of my manhood.
She set the marker down on the top of the bookshelf and said "OK, I just have to check if I got everything correct before I'm done." she gave the board a once over checking it against the paper she had in her hand. "This just wont do, it's been too long since someone washed down this side of the board and you can hardly read it. I'll have to actually wash the board down and redo this side. This is going to take a little more time, you holding out ok down there?"
Realizing that she was talking to me directly I looked back up at her and my eyes met hers. Despite the pressure on my manhood, when I looked up and saw her smiling face all I could do was utter a strained "Yep."
"Great, could you hand me the Windex and paper towels off the bottom shelf?" Jamie asked.
I didn't say a word; I just grabbed them off the shelf and handed them to her. My hands where shaking like a leaf from both the excitement of the moment and the pain in my manhood. She took them and started cleaning off the board.
While she carelessly did her work, I suffered beneath her. I could feel her trying to keep her balance by the way the pressure would increase and decrease on my manhood. As she would lean forward the pressure would increase crushing my tip. I could also feel the base of my manhood straining to support the extra weight she would put on it. I was in heaven and hell at the same time.
This went on for at least 10 minutes and as I watched her feet, I could see them tense up every time she leaned forward. Those perfect little feet I longed for where now doing a number on my manhood. At least she's wearing those cute strapy sandals and not something with a rough thick sole, I thought to myself. Wait a minute, I can't believe with as thin as those soles are that she can't feel what she standing on and what she's doing to me? Couldn't she tell that it suddenly got easier for her to balance?
With those thoughts in mind, I heard a smack as she put pen down on the shelf top. I looked up to see she was already looking down at me.
"All done" she said "now just to put the cleaning supplies away."
At last, although part of me didn't want it to end, I wasn't sure how much longer I could have endured it. She grabbed the supplies with her right hand and I waited for her to hand them to me. Then with a devilish grin on her face, she grabbed the top of the shelf with her left hand and suddenly squatted down on me. She looked me right in the eyes as she leaned down to put them away. The pressure on my manhood became almost unbearable. My tip was being crushed much harder then before and it felt like my base would be torn from my body. There's no way she could have missed the expression on my face caused by what she was doing.
Once she was done, she stood right back up, looked down at me and said "Thanx for ALL your help." she seemed to accent the "ALL" by pressing down with her foot on my manhood. Was it just coincidence or had she known what was going on?
As she finally stepped off me I stammered out a "No problem, any time."
"Really?" she said, "cool, looks like a got a new stepping stool."
To be continued...
Part 3:
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=8628