Trample Story HOF poll:Welcome to Work by Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

Welcome to work

Another day has passed, and Scott is sitting at his kitchen table going through the help-wanted ads in the newspaper. He was recently let go from his position because of a reduction in force. Scott had a great job; he made a very good living and had some nice benefits as well. But the economy had gotten so bad that he was one of the several who, unfortunately, were cut from their employment.

Nobody was hiring. Scott was getting desperate to take any job that he could find. He was over qualified for the jobs he was applying for, so that left him feeling like he would take whatever thing came along. As he took a bite of his toast and sipped his morning coffee he noticed an ad:

Help Wanted:
Busy office needs help immediately!
Duties will include assisting
Superiors, cleaning, filing a must
Able to be flexible.
Serious inquires only.
420-6969

He thought, might as well because he needed a job right now. He called the number and he heard the recording, “Hello, you have reached the office of Ms. Travistas. I’m sorry I can’t take your call at this time. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. And if you are inquiring about the ad in the paper, please leave your name and phone number so I can get back to you.” Scott left his message: “My name is Scott Minters. I am inquiring about the ad in the paper. Please call me at 420-0765. Thank you for your time.”

Scott went upstairs to take his morning shower. While in the middle of shaving, his phone rang. “Hello?” he said. “Hello, Mr. Minters?” the voice at the other end asked. “Yes, this is he” Scott replied. “My name is Serena. You left your name and number, and I am assuming that you are interested in a position at my firm. Is that correct?” the positive voice at the other end said.

“Yes, I am.” “Well, then could you come in to the office today about oh, 2:00 for an initial interview?” “Yes, I can be there, please tell me where you are located,” Scott said with confidence. “We are located at 420 University & Pike, do you know where that is?” ”Yes, I do and I will be there at 2:00,” Scott replied.

“Good, see you then”

Scott was in a good mood; he was getting hit hard emotionally because he couldn’t seem to find work, which was starting to worry him. He needed to pay rent and eat, after all. He decided to sit down and catch a little news before his appointment.
It was soon 1:30pm and Scott decided that it was time to leave, so he got in his car and started the drive to the address that he was given. He had a positive attitude, and was quite confident.

You see, Scott is a bit arrogant, and he thinks that he can charm his way through life, especially if it involves women.

Scott arrived with 5 minutes to spare. He pulled up at the establishment, walked in the door and was greeted by the charming secretary. “Can I help you?” She said as she lifted her head from her work. “My name is Scott Minters, and I am here for an interview with Ms. Trevis” The pretty brunette giggled and said, “It’s Ms. Travistas. You better get it right or she won’t give you a second look.” Surprised, Scott thanked her for the tip and sat in the waiting room patiently.

The secretary picked up the phone and said, “You’re appointment is here,” as she looked at Scott with her green eyes, her mouth starting to smile. Arrogant Scott looked at her and thought to himself, I could work with her all day. After the secretary hung up the phone, she said, “Follow me.” Again, arrogant Scott got up and followed the beauty, noticing her sexy backside. Looking at her hips and watching her walk he smiled and thought again to him self, damn…I could work here!!!! She turned around abruptly and noticed that Scott was looking at her. She said,” I hope you like the office, and good luck with your interview.” She smiled and told him to have a seat, that Ms Travistas would be in shortly. Scott smiled and thanked her and waited.

As Scott looked around the office, he saw a cherry wood desk, a leather chair and a large computer; bigger than the one he had at home. He could smell the leather from across the desk. He looked around some more and noticed that there were some shoes in the corner, which he thought it was a bit odd. The women that he had worked with before would bring extra shoes, but these were boots, not tennis shoes like he thought should be there. Strange, he thought.

He heard the door open and a blonde woman walked in. She was wearing a skirt with a white shirt and a blazer over it. Very professional. She had her hair up, and there were some curls cascading around her friendly face. She introduced herself and said, “You must be Scott” as she reached out to shake his hand. “Yes, I am it is nice to meet you Ms. Travistas.” Scott was very careful in remembering what the secretary told him.

Smiling, Serena looked at Scott with her pretty blue eyes and said, “ Well, you are the only one this week who has gotten my last name right. That’s a plus for you.” Scott smiled and said, “I do my best. Thank you”

“Oh, you are welcome Scott, more than you think” Scott didn’t understand that last bit, but he just took it as a good omen.

“Why are you here Scott? And what made you call up the number in the ad?” She said. “Well, the company that I used to work for had a reduction in force, and I needed to get a job. I have been having a difficult time because no one seems to be hiring”

“I see. Well Scott, can you file?” Serena asked. “Yes, I can” Scott said, smiling. “Are you able to take directions from your superiors without hesitation or difficulty”?

“I can do that and have absolutely no problems asking questions. I believe that in order to get an unfamiliar job done one must ask questions.”

“I like that Scott, that is just what we are looking for in an employee.”

“Thank you, and if you choose me, I will not disappoint you, I am a hard worker and a quick study,” Scott added.

“The pay is not much, but if you are interested in working here we’ll talk about raises at a later time, after you have been here for a while. At least it will pay your rent. When can you start, Scott?” She said with a smile on her face.

“I can start right now if you’d like. I am very eager to begin.” Serena lifted herself from the leather chair. Scott, being a gentleman, stood up. They shook hands as he accepted her offer for employment.

To be continued...

Always Above...
Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

“Let me show you around. Come with me.” Scott eagerly followed Serena out the door and down the marble walkway. He admired her backside and the sexy sway of her hips and her legs, and thought to himself, hell yes, I could get used to this. Serena stopped at the secretary’s desk and called to the rest of the staff so that they could meet the new employee.

Scott stood and waited as the staff started to trickle into the front office. He had already met the head secretary, and he noticed that there were three other women in the room besides his new boss. He also noticed that he was the only man. He asked Serena, “Am I the only male that works here?” Serena turned and said, “yes you are, is that a problem for you Scott?” Scott smiled big and said, “No, not at all.” “Good, then meet your superiors. You will assist them in any way that they need. If it means bringing them coffee in the morning, then that will be your job. If it means straightening up their desks, that is what will be expected of you. Do you understand?”

Scott noticed that Serena’s tone had changed from when she was in the office. He answered, “of course.” Serena obviously had control over her staff ,and they knew that she was in control. Serena pointed to the tall stacks of files that had built up over the last few weeks and told Scott to “get busy”. Scott looked at the files and said, “They will be done by the end of the day,” which was in 3 hours. He was confident that he could get the job done, how hard is filing anyway? Any moron could file.

There was an intercom by Scott’s new workstation, and any one of the women could access it when they needed him. Scott took off his leather jacket and hung it up in the back room, and went to work filing. After he had gotten three files done his intercom beeped. “Scott, could you please come to my office?” It was Serena’s voice. He put down his file on top of the cabinet and started to make his way to her office. He knocked and said, “ yes”? Serena asked,” Do you have any computer experience Scott”? Scott said, oh yes, I am actually quite good with them--”. Serena interrupted and said, “could you go under my desk and see why I can’t seem to move my mouse around?” “Sure,” he said.

Serena rolled back in her chair and Scott crawled in the space beneath her desk. He looked back and noticed that she was wearing some high heels that were very appealing, and with those sexy legs and short skirt he could have a perfect view of her lower body. She said, “I am going to continue to work while you are down there. I’m sure you won’t mind,” Scott thought to himself, damn, if I had this view all day, I wouldn’t mind at all.

Serena had already sensed that Scott was arrogant, inferring (quite accurately) that he thinks that with his charming personality he can melt the heart of any women he encounters. She felt the need to, let’s say, “educate” him.

As Scott worked under Serena’s desk he noticed that she moved her chair in. It was beginning to get a little cramped. Serena whispered “It might be better if you lay on your back, because you will be able to reach the computer better.”

Scott agreed, and said, “Yes, I was starting to feel a little claustrophobic.” He turned over and lay on his back, and she was right; he could reach the computer better. He started to pull some wires and reconnect them.

Again, Serena pulled her chair in and placed her feet on Scott’s chest. Scott said, “What are you doing?” Serena looked under her desk and said, ”Are you questioning me Scott?”

He flinched and said, “Well, I am here to fix your computer, not be your footstool.” Serena dug her heel into Scott a bit, and said in a very stern voice, “Listen up. You are employed by me. You will not question me. If I choose to put you beneath my desk and rest my feet on your body, I will do so. You have no choice in the matter. You are the employee, and I am your superior. Do you got it?”

Shocked and in a bit of pain, Scott said, “Yes. I do get it, but why do you put your feet on me like that”? Serena laughed and said, “ Because I like it. And besides, that is where men belong. And with your arrogant attitude, Mr. Minters, I see that we are going to have to work on you so that you know where you stand (laughter) in this office”

Scott was not sure of what was going on, but he really needed this job, and he certainly was not going to blow it on the first day…hell, it was the first hour, and he had already questioned the one that employed him.

Serena continued to use Scott’s body as her personal footstoo,l and she looked down at him and noticed that he was looking up at her. She decided that he needed a little more convincing. She thought he looked as if he was somehow thinking that he could get the upper hand, although he also had a very smitten look on his face. Serena placed her shoe right on Scott’s face. He could feel the grit that she had walked on, and he could smell the essence of her feet. He couldn’t help but notice that they were pretty feet; something that he hadn’t noticed before, and her toenails were painted and perfect. He enjoyed the smell, it was different and it smelled good. He wanted to get up and get a little closer to her, but then he found himself in another difficult position.

Serena ordered, “Lick the dirt off of my shoe, Scott.” Scott said, “What? Are you--?” Serena started to wipe her shoe on his face and said, “More questions Scott?”

Scott looked up at the dusty sole of her shoe, and said, “No questions at all,” and stuck out his tongue and licked the dirt from her shoe. “Now swallow it,” she said. Scott was shocked and thought to himself, what the hell is this? Some kind of woman with psycho problems? But Scott swallowed it, and continued to lick her shoe because he really needed this job!

“The mouse is working now,” Serena said, “you can get out from beneath my desk. I’m done with you for now. Get back to work.”

Scott was stunned. He didn’t know what to think. He’d just licked the dirt off of his boss’s shoe, and now she wanted him to leave? What the hell kind of place is this, he thought. But then again, Scott needed the job.

He went back to his duties, filing, when his intercom beeped again. It was desk 2 calling, asking for some white out. Scott, again, stopped his work, and went to the supply room and started to look for the white out. While looking around he noticed the secretary Denise with the sexy body and green eyes. He said “Oh, hello again.” Denise looked at him and said, “ I didn’t ask you to talk to me did I?” Surprised, Scott said, ”I thought that--” “Gotcha,” she said. “I’m just playing around with you.”

Scott smiled and thought, sh*t, at least they are all not bitches! Denise said, “Could you help me with something?” “of course I can,” he answered, “how can I help?”

“There is no step stool in here, and I need to get something off the top shelf. I sort of need a boost.” Scott said, “sure,” as he put his hands around her legs to lift her up. “No. Not like that,” she laughed. “Could you just lay down and I’ll just step up on you?” Now a little irritated, he thought, what the f**k is with these women? They all want to step on me!

Scott agreed, and lay down on the floor on his stomach. Denise said, “Could you lay the other way? I want you to be able to catch me if I lose my balance, and you can’t do that with your face facing the floor.” Agitated, Scott flipped over, and said, “go ahead.”

Denise was wearing a green dress that set off her eyes, and black nylons that were thigh high. Scott could see this as he was looking up at her while she stepped up onto his chest. She stood there a few minutes, reaching for what she was looking for. Scott looked up at her and said, “Do you have it?” Denise turned on his chest, looked down and held out her hands, saying, “Does it look like I’ve got it? Now stay still.”

Scott lay there. His chest was starting to hurt, even though with that killer body she did not weigh all that much (about 125lbs at most, he guessed). But the digging of her heels was getting a little painful. His breathing started to change and Denise noticed this. She changed the position of her feet, which were firmly planted on his chest. She lifted her left foot and placed it on Scott’s forehead, giving him the perfect view of her womanhood. He looked up and noticed that Denise was not wearing any panties. He could see her most personal area…and he was getting aroused. He placed his hand at her ankle and slowly rubbed his hand up to her thigh. “What are you doing Scot?” Denise asked. Scott simply said, “You are just so beautiful, I really am enjoying my view from down here.” Denise smiled, and in a playful voice said, “I bet you are…most men who have the pleasure of being beneath me do.” Scott was starting to get harder. He continued to rub her leg, up to her thigh, and down to her ankle…he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to feel the warmness of her. Denise sensed this, and decided to give the new guy a special welcome, and said, “Scott…open your mouth and close your eyes.” Scott, now breathing heavier, did what he was told. At that moment, Denise relieved herself, literally pissing on Scott’s’ face. He opened his eyes, which was a mistake, and could not believe what he was experiencing. He yelled, “What are you doing!”

Denise giggled and said, “Welcome to work Scott. Get used to your new position.”

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Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

Mondays always get me down….

Back to work after a confusing weekend, poor Scott was almost afraid to walk in the door. He had to go in or be fired for being late and he didn’t want to be fired… he had rent to pay after all.

“Good Morning Scott,” Denise said as she giggled.

“Hello Denise,” Scott said quickly as he walked passed her and straight to the back room where he hung up his coat. He noticed a woman that he hadn’t met before sitting in a chair by the glass lunch table. She was lighting up a cigarette. She looked in Scott’s direction, exhaled her smoke and said with a confident smile, “Hello, you must be the new one. My name is Calista,” as she reached out her hand. Scott walked over a few steps and took her hand in his and greeted her. “I’m Scott, and yes, I am the new guy. In fact I think I’m the only guy who works here if I am seeing things right,” he said with a smile.

“Yes, you are. Do you have a problem with working with women all day Scott?” Scott sat down in an adjacent char and started in with his suave, smooth, I’m going to light your fire baby, attitude. “No, in fact the scenery is quite breathtaking,” he said as he looked at Calista’s chest. Calista noticed that Scott was obviously looking at her chest. She didn’t mind because she knew that she had a nice chest to admire, but she did see that Scott was talking more to her boobs than her face, so she decided to give him a wake up call. So she gave him a backhand slap that Scott would not forget anytime soon.

WHACK!

“Jesus Christ! What?” Scott blurted as he put his hand to his face. Calista stood up, then.

Scott stood up….he was thinking holy sh*t, was she tall. She was looking down at him… the position she liked to be in, and he noticed that he was looking up at her…. “Scott, you were rude, and you were talking to my chest, and that is not the way that I am to be addressed. Calista stepped closer to Scott, and he was backing up a bit.

“Everyone knows about how Denise pissed all over you last Friday, and so I think that you should watch your step around here,” Calista said with seriousness in her voice, with her smoky blue eyes glaring at him. “You are pretty outnumbered here, you know that don’t you?” She continued as she took a drag from her cigarette, and exhaled the smoke in Scott’s face.

Scott, standing there in disbelief and thinking, holy sh*t, if everyone knows, then they are all going to try to take advantage of me. Calista took another step towards Scott, and he was now at the edge of the counter and could not move any further. “Calista, could you please back up? I need some space here,” he asked. Just then Calista threw her still burning cigarette on the marble floor, grinding it out beneath the soles of her black, knee-high boots, and said, “You know what Scott? I have had just about enough of you. You obviously do not know your place here in this office, do you?”
Scott had a shocked look on his face. “Yes, I do,” he said. “I know I am the only man here and I am here to file from 9-5.” Calista took a step back and she laughed. Her blonde hair tossed about her shoulders. Then her face changed. Her eyes were piercing right through Scott’s, and her smile faded as she cocked her head to one side; she looked as if she was thinking about something very deeply. Scott didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing and continued to admire. Calista then put her hands on his chest and her right foot behind his left foot in a swift motion. She pushed Scott down onto the floor. He hit his head on the chair on the way down, and was knocked out cold.

A few minutes later, when Serena came in to have a smoke, Denise followed her in. “What the hell happened here?” Serena said, “You didn’t kill him did you?” Calista looked at Serena and said, “He was getting pretty confident, and besides, he was starring at my chest as we talked, what else was I to do. You know we wanted to have him on his back at one time or another, now is the time, and this certainly is the place.”

Serena smiled, “perhaps you are right. We aren’t all here, but this could be fun.” Denise agreed that he looked so cute when he’s looking up. “And I think that he kind of likes it, because he had a bulge in his pants before I showered him with affection,” she giggled.

“God Denise, why did you do that to him on the first day? I thought you would at least wait until Monday to do anything like that,” Serena said. “But then again,” she smiled, “I didn’t even wait until he was here an hour before I had my dirty shoes all over him while he was under my desk”

Denise and Serena laughed together. Calista said, “well, who’s the one who has him on the floor now ladies? I think that we need to drag him over in the middle of the floor, and give him something to wake up to. What do you say girls?” Calista giggled as she grabbed Scott’s floppy arms and asked her girlfriends if they wouldn’t mind helping.

Calista, Serena and Denise managed to get Scott in the middle of the floor, he didn’t’ wake up. “I guess he hit his head harder than I thought,” Calista giggled. “He’ll wake up. Especially when he finds it hard to breathe. Watch this,” Calista took a step towards Scott’s limp body and stepped up gently onto his chest. She could feel herself sinking and Scott’s breathing beneath her. He was starting to come-to, and so Serena decided to get up onto Scott’s stomach wearing her black high heels. Denise thought that she would stand over Scott’s head and give him another view of her delicate self. She straddled his head with her white, go-go style boots with chunky heels. Just then, Scott started to move around…his breathing was shallow. He opened his eyes and saw a sight that he could not believe!



“Wha..wha..what are.” The women broke out in uncontrolled laughter and Calista said, “wha.wha. What’s the matter Scotty? You can’t breathe?” Calista continued to laugh.



Denise still stood over Scott’s head and said, ”Calista, stop it, you are going to make me pee!” Calista was laughing so much that her heels were digging into Scott’s chest. Serena started to move around on Scott’s belly and said, “Hey file boy, how do you like your job now? What makes you think that you can talk to us in that manner and get away with it? You are nothing but a lowly man who deserves nothing but to be the floor we walk on.”



Denise was giggling more. She said, “Really, I’m going to pee!”



“Stop it Denise. Don’t do it. We are not finished here yet,” Calista warned as she stepped off of Scott’s heaving chest. Serena stepped down as well, but kept her shoe fixed in Scott’s belly button. “This will keep you here. You catch your breath, sweetie, because you are certainly going to need it.”



Calista turned on the radio and walked over to Scott, and said, “You were saying earlier Scott? Do you remember what you were saying before the lights went out? You know what? It doesn’t matter what you were saying, it only matters what is happening right now.”



Scott caught his breath; he looked up at Denise and took a long look. Denise started to move around above Scott and began to run her hands on her beautiful body. She came down close to Scott’s face, but not touching it. Scott lifted his head up a bit because he could smell Denise, and she smelled like fresh flowers along with that special scent only a woman holds. Serena poked her heel in Scott’s belly and then took her heel and slid it down to his crotch. “Oh,” she said, “Look at what we have here… Are you excited Scott?” He looked at Serena, “Oh, I’m excited alright, but don’t you think we should move somewhere else?”

Calista then placed her black booted foot directly on Scott’s face. She started to grind the dirt from the sole of her boot all over his face, and said, “See what I mean ladies? He believes he’s a gift to all women, and he needs to learn that his place is beneath us. So let’s join hands and show this little carpet boy what he really is.”



The women all stood up onto Scott’s body, first Calista, Serena then Denise. They started to walk around on his body, on his chest and stomach and even on his legs. Scott tightened up his body so that the pain from their crushing heels would not be so bad. He looked up and said, “What do you think I am, your personal rug?”



The women laughed as they stomped around on his body and made sure to walk on every square inch of him. Calista, answering him, said, “Yes, we do, what are you going to do about it Scotty? Cry? Are you going to cry about it or are you going to take it like a man. Maybe you are not a man at all…maybe you have traded in your manhood in exchange for being carpet for us…a dance floor, a footstool, what ever we want, you are the office doormat, so get used to it.”

Always Above...

Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

Scott was shocked at what he was hearing. He was getting his ass kicked by a group of women. He was finding it hard to breath, and the ladies were now starting to enjoy the music and get into their special dancing.

Denise and Calista stood on Scott’s chest while Serena went and got the digital camera and started to take photos of Scott lying beneath the beautiful women as they used his body to their pleasing. She was snapping away; Scott didn’t even notice.
Denise and Calista stood above Scott and put their hands on each other in the gentlest way. They were standing close, but Scott could look up and see what they were doing. They were rubbing their tongues together, and Scott could hear the sweet moans. And the sight was amazing. Two beautiful women enjoying each other with no care in the world, while Scott looked up in wonder. Denise and Calista were dancing together, playing with each others bodies and kissing and rubbing against each other…they looked down as they embraced and Denise said, “We bet you wish you were up here with us, don’t you Scott?” Scott just lay there and inhaled everything that he was seeing from his lowly position, and, quietly feeling humbled, he said, “Yes…I wish I was, but I like what I am seeing.” Serena took a photo and said, “Of course you do Scott, you are our office slave…you will make us happy when ever we want you to. You see that Denise and Calista are very much enjoying crushing you beneath their feet as they enjoy each other’s essence, don’t you? This is what it is all about. You should consider yourself lucky to be in such a position at my firm. We do not care what you want. It is all about us.”

As Scott lay there, he gave up fighting. The sights that he always was curious about were right in front of him…literally right on top of him in plain view. The women were not that heavy; he could handle their weight, but he did find it painful when they would stand on one spot for lengths of time.

Serena’s cell phone rang, she said, “You really should come in today. I’m thinking that he is sort of convinced, but I think that he will need a bit more convincing. He still has a bit of an attitude, even though he is swept up in watching the lovebirds.” “Of course he can.” Scott was listening and was confused. He took his eyes off of Calista and Denise and was looking up at Serena when her sexy shoe came down and rested on his face. “He is lying right here. I am using him for a footstool.” Scott was really confused; he couldn’t figure out the conversation. “We will continue training this one, and if he works out then we can do that, okay. I’ll see you later. Bye.”

Scott looked up at Serena and asked, “What’s the camera for”? Serena stood up, wiped her feet on Scott’s face and said, “don’t you worry about it, doormat. I was just talking to a friend of mine, and our conversations are private. So don’t bother.”

Denise and Calista were giggling and they stepped off of Scott. Calista ripped open Scott’s shirt and the buttons went flying, “I’ve got to see what his body looks like with our heel marks all over him.”

The women crowded around and saw deep red heel marks on Scott’s body. “Wow, those look deep. I wonder how long they will stay there,” Denise said. “Well, let’s find out,” Calista said ash she motioned Scott to get up, he did. Serena thought that was good because he was starting to learn. Calista told him to take his shirt off and give it to her…again, Scott complied. Calista took the scissors on the counter, and cut the shirt in half, throwing it in the garbage can. She then reached for the coffee pot and poured the coffee on top. Scott moved over to the trash and just looked at Calista, “Do you know how much that shirt cost?”

Serena smiled as she rubbed her hand on Scott’s chest. “Do you know that if I fire you right now, you won’t be able to pay your rent? Get to work as you are.” The Trio walked out of the back room, and the door shut behind them. Scott could hear their laughter fade as they walked down the hallway to their desks. He couldn’t believe what he’d just experienced.


Always Above...

Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

As Scott walked from the break room to his own desk he passed Denise’s. She sat there writing, and then she looked up, “what happened to your shirt Scott?” Denise laughed and continued her work. Scott was feeling a bit humiliated, knowing that he had to pass the other women’s desks and knew, just knew that there would be questions and comments that he didn’t know how to answer. He was not looking forward to the walk of shame that he was about to take.

Passing the water cooler where Calista was getting herself a drink of water he did not want to make eye contact because, well, he just didn’t. He didn’t want to have to deal with Calista because she was too intense. Calista’s eyes were on Scott, he could feel them on his body like a heat lamp, and just as he was out of sight he heard a voice. “Stop”

Scott closed his eyes and stopped. Calista moved into the middle of the hallway. All could see her. “Turn around and get back here,” she ordered. Scott sighed, “Haven’t you had enough?”

Calista leaned to one side, placed her hand on her hip and said, “Obviously not, file boy. Now get over here and say hello to me the way you should.” Scott walked towards Calista, noticing how she looked very sexy standing there, so in control and confident. He thought, you know, if this were anywhere else she would be fired for sexual harassment. But he didn’t dare say that out loud because she had destroyed an expensive shirt, and didn’t want to lose any more clothes today! Scott stopped right in front of Calista and just stood there looking at her. “Now get on your hands and knees sweetie,” she cooed. Scott looked around and noticed that the other women had their eyes glued on him. The look in Scott’s eyes said it all. He was mortified that he would be asked to do such a thing. Calista could see some emotion coming to his face, and she smiled and touched his face and whispered, “This is for your own good, Scott. You will be a better person this way, trust me.” As Scott was looking into Calista’s eyes he hoped that she wouldn’t do this. Not here, not in front of the entire office. So, humiliated again, he dropped to his knees, anticipating what was to come next. “When you pass a lady you do not ignore her,” Calista instructed, “you make eye contact with her to show her your devotion to her. You do not just walk pass her like you do not care.” Scott sat back on his legs and looked up at the gorgeous, tall woman who seemed as tall as the statue of Liberty. He just looked, paying attention to her words. “To show me and everyone in this office that you care and are a devoted worker, I want you to kiss my boots. Right here. Right now.”

Scott closed his eyes again, lowered his head, placed his hands on the floor and bent down. He could smell Calista’s leather boots. He hesitated, and then kissed the toe of her left boot and then the right. He looked up at the smiling Calista, who gazed down. As she stood there she said, “What do you say now, Scott?” Scott looked confused. “What do you say to me for allowing you the privilege of kissing my boots in front of the entire office?” The room was silent, and Scott didn’t want to speak because he felt that if he did, then he would be heard as if he were wearing a microphone. “What do you say Scott?” Again, Scott sat there and said nothing.

Calista rolled her eyes impatiently, “You know, I’m kind to you. I try to help you out. The least you could do is answer when you are spoken to, you piece of sh*t” As soon as those words came out of her mouth, she took her booted foot and kicked Scott in the stomach as hard as she could. She heard an “Oommph” as Scott fell on his stomach in front of her. Calista was not pleased with Scott’s little tantrum, so she turned to the ladies watching her and said, “This is what happens to Scott when he does not cooperate. Take note ladies.” Calista stepped on the back of Scott’s head with her left foot, then stomped down on his back with her right boot, then continued all the way down the back side of his body. As she walked over him she said, “You will learn one way or another,” and continued to walk down the hall. Scott was trying to catch his breath while he could hear the clicking of her heels as she walked down the marble walkway and into her office. He jumped when the door slammed shut.

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Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

Scott looked up. He noticed that the eyes of all the women in the office were on him. As they looked at him he bowed his head; he was very embarrassed and very mortified at the situation he found himself in. He shook his head and proceeded to pull his body off the floor. He then started to go back to his filing duties, at which he was already behind.

After about three hours Scott had accomplished his duties. It was time to go for the day. Calista’s office door was still shut. Scott thought to himself about going and apologizing for being an ass. “What am I thinking”? Scott said out loud. She is the one that literally walked all over me and made me feel small in front of people. Scott thought that there would be no chance of ever dating any women in the office now that they had seen him in a particularly low light, and thought of him as a carpet.

Just as Scott was about to leave for the day his intercom buzzed and he heard Calista’s voice, “Come into my office.” Then she disconnected without letting Scott have a chance to respond. Scott cautiously walked into the back room, looked around before entering (because he knew what happened there last time). He grabbed his coat, slipped it on and started towards Calista’s door. He passed though the office, noticing that most of the women were gone for the day. He reached Calista’s door, put his hand on the doorknob and then paused, remembering that it would be better to knock. So he did just that, lightly knocking. “Come in,” he heard a sweet voice. Scott entered the room and noticed that Calista was sitting with her feet upon her desk, reading a magazine. “You wanted to see me? Scott said.

“Yes, I did. Have a seat Scott,” Calista said, as she looked Scott in the face.

Calista still sat with her feet upon the desk. She was still in her boots. Scott could see the dirt on the bottoms of her boots, and Calista noticed him looking. “Do you see the dirt on the soles of my boots?” Scott answered back, “Yes.” “

Well, you know your job description, or do we need to go over it again?”

Scott looked at Calista with tired eyes and thought to himself not again!!

Calista smiled and wiggled her right boot, which rested on her left, as she relaxed in her office chair. “Get to it Scott, I want to see your tongue on my boots.” Scott lifted himself off the chair he was sitting in and started to pull it closer to the side of Calista’s desk. “No, I want you on your knees. This is not a casual boot licking. You are going to lick my boots the way I want. You have no alternative.” Scott slid the chair back, dropped to his knees and walked on them towards Calista’s boots. He looked at her and noticed that she was smiling and she looked so striking, he thought she actually looked as if she was glowing. Scott leaned in close to the bottoms of her dirty boots and he could smell the leather, he could see the dirt and he stuck out his tongue and took a big long lick of Calista’s dirty boots. He could feel the dirt stick to his tongue and he looked at Calista and noticed the very passionate look in her eye. She was, in fact, enjoying it. Her beautiful lips smiled, and Scott thought to himself, she never looked so attractive then she did at that moment.

This moved something in Scott; he suddenly had this irresistible urge to please her, to make her happy. He so loved the look, the sincerity that she was portraying, that he took another lick of her dirty boots and swallowed the dirt that had gathered in his mouth. As he was swallowing he let out a “Mmmmm.” Calista’s face grew concentrated. Her sexy lips parted, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Scott enjoyed seeing this side of Calista, and he was saturated with her expressions. He swallowed the dirt again and told Calista that he did so. Calista was delighted and said, “I told you this would not be an informal boot licking. I love to see you at my feet; I think that each afternoon after work you will be my personal boot licker. It’s part of your job, remember?” Scott found himself in agreement with Calista, and he actually wanted to lick her boots. Calista removed her feet from her desk and said, “That’s enough for today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Scott was stunned because he wasn’t through. He wanted to spend more time with Calista. He didn’t comprehend what just happened, but he got up, put his hand on the door. turned around half way and looked at Calista. She then placed her booted feet back upon her desk, picked up the phone and started dialing and waved good-bye to Scott, going back to her business.

Poor Scott was confused, but he turned the doorknob and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

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Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

Another day has passed. Scott was back to work, again. He decided to go in a bit early so that he could get there before anyone else. He didn’t want to be so noticed when he came in.

Well, that plan was ruined, he thought. Denise was there early as well. She was at the file cabinet getting some files to work on. Scott said in a cheery voice, “Good Morning, Denise. How are you today?” Denise turned and smiled at Scott, “I’m doing great, and you”?

“I’m feeling like I am finally catching up with my work.”

Denise glanced over the top of the file cabinets, “so it seems, do you like working here?” Scott looked down and then found himself meeting Denise’s emerald eyes, “I do. I get a bit confused at times with what Serena and Calista and even you want at times, but for the most part, I do enjoy it. And it does pay the rent.”

Denise took a step closer to Scott and ran her hands up Scott’s chest, “Then you won’t mind doing this one little favor for me then would you?” Tightening his mouth and exhaling, query in his eyes, Scott said, “What do you need?”

Denise was feeling very warm as she held Scott’s wrists and moved her hands up his arms and pulled herself closer so that her body was touching his. She whispered in his ear, “I need you to be the office doormat today for me,” then she softly kissed his neck and nibbled his ear. Scott let out a sigh of excitement; he could feel the warmth coming off of Denise. She was so beautiful and very enticing. “Why do you want me to do that”? He asked while closing his eyes as Denise moved her hands around to his back and started to rub. Denise leaned in closer to Scott, and slightly open her mouth and exhaled. Scott could feel the anticipation in her breath and the passion in her voice as she brushed his lips, “Because I want to see you walked on by our entire office. I want to see them trample you, and I have always wanted to ask this of a man, and you are the man for the job,” she said as she finally stopped teasing him and softly pressed her warm succulent lips and kissed his mouth.

Scott was getting excited with the attention he was receiving. He slipped his hands around Denise’s tiny waist and down to her shapely hips and back up again. He wanted more, he wanted to kiss her and touch her and feel her skin and smell her hair. Denise backed up and put her hand down to Scott’s crotch and teasingly rubbed him and said, “You will be our doormat Scott?” Scott was so intoxicated by Denise’s revved up motor, that he said, “Of course; I will do anything for you.”

Denise stepped away, and took Scott by the hand and lead him to the front of the office and lay him down right in front of the door, and that is where he would end up staying until Denise removed him.

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Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

C'mon guys...would I do that? :evillaugh


Gee, I wonder what's going to happen next to Scotty next. I'll have to post more today so that you all can find out! (giggling)


The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

For those not familiar with Rudyard Kipling

The Female of the Species
Rudyard Kipling



When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws -
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the others tale -
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations, worm and savage otherwise,
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise;
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger; Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue - to the scandal of the Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same,
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity - must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions - not in these her honor dwells -
She, the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else!

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate;
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions - in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him, who denies!
He will meet no cool discussion, but the instant, white-hot wild
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges - even so the she-bear fights;
Speech that drips, corrodes and poisons - even so the cobra bites;
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw,
And the victim writhes with anguish - like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of abstract justice - which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern; shall enthrall but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,
That the female of Her species is more deadly than the male!



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Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

OOpsie. Something suddenly came up yesterday and I didn't get a chance to post here. Here is more of My bedtime story.

Scott started to get his head back and thought, why am I doing this? Then he looked up and saw that beautiful view, the one he remembered when he was in this position once before. Denise was wearing a green dress with a low-neck line and it was very short, he could see that she had green panties on along with some black thigh high stockings with lace at the tops. And some very sexy dark green heels that showed off the sexy arch of her feet. He wondered if women always matched their underwear like that.

Denise said, “Now Scott, this may not be comfortable for you all the time, but if you start getting worried, you just look in my direction and everything will be okay.” Scott, again intoxicated by Denise, nodded his head and said, “I do this for you.” Denise smiled and stepped up onto Scott’s chest and wiped her shoes on him. “This is how it will feel. You will feel us walking on you and wiping our shoes on you. Some might even say things to you, and you should be positive at all times.” Scott agreed as he took a look up Denise’s long legs that were just the sexiest legs he had ever seen. Denise finished wiping her feet on him and stepped on Scott’s face as she went back to her Desk.

Scott thought, that wasn’t so bad, and besides, he could see up her dress and that was a view in itself. Scott lay there waiting patiently and finally it was getting close to 9 am, when everyone started to trickle in to work.

The door opened and it was a woman that Scott had never seen before, she came in the door and stepped up onto Scott’s body and wiped her 1” heels on the doormat, said, “Good Morning” to Denise, and went on her way. The door opened again and two women, again whom Scott had never seen before, came in. They shut the door and both of them stepped up on to the doormat and wiped their dirty footprints on Scott’s once clean shirt. The first one stopped as Denise gave the woman messages from the previous day. The women stood there for a while, chatting. Scott was looking up when he noticed that the second woman was shifting around quite a bit. She was wearing boots, so her heels were digging in a bit, and it was starting to get a bit painful. But Scott lay there and was the perfect doormat. Denise was keeping a close eye on him. After about three minutes of small talk regarding the messages, the first woman wiped her feet again and stepped on Scott’s face and off again as Scott’s head sort of twisted to the right. Down the hall she went as the second beauty walked over Scott’s belly, up his chest and smashed Scott’s lips with the bottom of her boot, twisting her foot off of him as she departed....

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Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

The door opened again, another woman strolled in and she looked down at the doormat, then at Denise and said, “Oh we have a new doormat!” Denise said, “Feel free to wipe you dirty soles on it, heaven knows we don’t need dirt on our carpet!” The woman laughed as she stepped up on to the office doormat and wiped her shoes vigorously and with a lot of enthusiasm that she didn’t even notice that she was standing on his face!

The floodgates were open with the boot stomping his face just had, and this woman wiped her shoes so hard that Scott thought he’d lost some skin from the roughness of her soles. Scott lay there trying to catch his breath as he heard talking from a distance. It didn’t sound like just one woman talking on a cell phone; it sounded like maybe two or three. There was talking and laughing going on, and they didn’t even give the doormat a second glance; they knew that they were going to wipe their shoes and or boots all over this new doormat. They paid no attention to him at all. They just kept trickling into the office.

The first woman in the group walked up Scott’s legs, crushing his penis and stomach, then stopped to lift her right foot up only for it to come crashing down against his face. She wiped her shoe, then switched weight and wiped the left. Then wiped on his chest for good measure, just to make sure that she did not track any dirt in the office.

Right as she stepped off of the doormat, another woman was on him…and then another. Scott was starting to panic because his body was being used as a doormat, and he was finding it hard to breathe again. He remembered that Denise said that if he was having any trouble to look in her direction. Well, he couldn’t help but look in her direction because the woman standing on him was standing on the side of his face and forcing it over to the right. He looked, and he could see Denise’s legs under her desk. He was looking right up her skirt. He saw those sexy legs and those, oh so sexy, shoes. Those arches were absolutely made to be kissed he thought, and as Scott lay there, he started to focus on Denise. He could feel the women above him, but he was looking at Denise, and she slowly uncrossed her sexy legs and gave Scott a view. He could see her green panties and wanted so much to bury his face in between those luscious thighs. All the while, Scott was being walked on and crushed beneath the women coming into work. They were coming in groups of three, five, even eight, and the doormat was getting pretty soiled from all the dirty shoe prints that were being left as the women marched into the building. They didn’t care where they stepped, as long as they got in, wiped their shoes off and were on their way. All Scott could do was to lie there. His body couldn’t move; at times he had 7 women walking across him at once, one right after another, one crushing, one stomping his face, another grinding her heel into his groin area to get the mud off of her boots. They crushed his balls and didn’t give him a second look. They walked all over his face, over and over.

He kept his eyes on Denise. She had slid her panties down and they were on the floor. He could see her legs slightly parting while she slowly moved her hands down to her thighs. Scott was watching, and was getting terribly excited by this. Denise noticed that she could see a bulge in Scott’s trousers; right before one of the girls, wearing lug sole boots, stomped on it, crushing it flat beneath her. Denise was really enjoying watching Scott get walked on. So much so that her hand slipped down, and she began stroking herself. With Denise right in his view, Scott could see her do this. And he wanted to be close to her. She was really getting into it, and as the women came in, she seemed to intensify her hand movements as the women were hopelessly crushing him and making him filthy from the morning parade.

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A very aroused Mistress Sara :)

[Mistress Sara]

When will they stop coming? the dirty doormat thought. About 2-dozen women had walked and wiped their dirty shoes and boots on him; all in a matter of 10 minutes, and there were more to support because the firm had at least 65 women working here. But then he didn’t care, because he could see the beautiful Denise. She was really getting into the display that was sprawled out in front of her. She was so wet and horny, watching the women come through the door and use the new guy as a doormat. In the next 5 minutes, the doormat found his body sore, soiled and tired. The women just kept coming, stomping and crushing him beneath their feet, stepping on his face without a care in the world, twisting as they stepped off. As long as he was looking in Denise’s direction, he was okay because he was enjoying the knowledge that she was expressing a part of herself.


The entire office was there, finally, after half an hour of torture, being stepped on repeatedly and so harshly that Scott could barely lift his head. Denise got up and walked towards the once-a-man-but-now-a-doormat. She stood with him lying at her feet. “You did so well, doormat. I really enjoyed you being my doormat today.”


Scott pulled himself up into a sitting position and looked down at his shirt, “I need to go to the restroom and clean up.” Denise agreed, because he did look filthy. Scott said, as he slowly lifted himself off the floor, “I did this for you.”


Denise looked him square in the eyes and said, “It is your job.”

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Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

Once in the restroom Scott paused in front of the mirror. He couldn’t believe how dirty his shirt was. There were footprints all over it. His face was dirty and he could feel the dirt that was wiped into his face. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He was so sore. His arms moved slowly as he pulled the shirt down off of his shoulders. “Holy sh*t”, he said out loud. There were heel marks imbedded in his body, and his whole front was red and covered with half-moon shaped dents. His face was covered with filth as he turned on the faucet, cupped his hands and rinsed his face. He had a difficult time getting the grime removed. He took the bar of soap on the counter top and rubbed up a soapy lather and scrubbed his face and neck. At that moment, when he had his face full of soap, he heard the sound of a door opening and shutting again…then he heard the lock “click.” Unseen hands turned off the water, and Scott was pushed away from the sink. “What makes you think that you can ever rid yourself of footprints doormat?” Scott knew that voice, it was Calista, and he was in an awkward position because he had soap on his face, and he couldn’t open his eyes.

“Calista, let me at least get this soap off of my face,” he said as he closed his eyes more because they were starting to sting from the soap. Calista told him to get on his knees. He did, and did so happily because he knew better than to mess with Calista. He just wished that he could see her. He wanted to see her face and body and look into those piercing eyes of hers.

“May I ask what you have in mind, Calista?”

“I have something I want to give you,” Calista purred in the very sexy tone of voice that Scott immediately recognized. She was talking in the same tone she was the other day when he was summoned into her office to clean her dirty boots.


“What would tha--” At that moment Calista kicked Scott right in the balls. He was not expecting it, and so he really didn’t get a chance to ask his question. He was on the floor rolling around, grabbing his jewels and moaning. Calista walked over to him and kicked him in the side with her boots.

“You need to remain for all of us to come to work before you think that you can come and clean up.” Scott was on his back. He wiped the soap from his eyes and opened them. They were stinging like hell, but he did not want to be blind and in the same room as Calista. He did not want to have another blow to his body like he just took. His eyes were watering horribly and his vision was blurred. Calista didn’t stop, she walked over to him and ruthlessly stood on his chest. As she dug her high heels into Scott’s naked flesh she ground and twisted and reminded him that he was everyone’s doormat, and that it was quite egotistical of him to assume that he was finished welcoming everyone to work.

Calista walked up and down Scott’s body. His eyes were still blurry, but he could see a little. He saw her booted foot come crashing down on his face as she crushed him beneath her. “This is what you get, Scott, for being a selfish f**k and thinking that your time was over before it actually was.” Calista then stood on Scott’s manhood and started to crush him. Her heels were digging in and by the looks of it, and Scott’s whimpering, it really hurt.


Calista stepped off of Scott, opened the door and left.

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Mistress Sara

[Mistress Sara]

Scott was making great time, he had 15 minutes to spare and he was on his last file. As he put away that last file he noticed something. He never really read the files; he just filed them where they were supposed to go. As he fingered through the D’s so that he could file away the Dorman file, he saw a file that said Doormat. His curiosity got the best of him. He filed the Dorman file and turned around to see if anyone was looking. He grabbed the Doormat file, which was quite large, and cautiously opened it up. There were photos and documents in the file. Written by Serena, Calista and Denise. The dates went back to 1995. There were photos of an interview that were obviously taken from a camera in the office and photos of the women walking on a man. Scott did not recognize the man in the photo. As he turned the page, there were more. He started to read the notes in the file.


01/17/95
Sean is coming along nicely, he is eager to please, even though he had some trouble in the beginning. He has been shown the true supremacy a woman has over a man. He wants to satisfy us. He comes to work early, lays down in the entry way and we use him as a doormat every day. I get so wet and eager knowing that another living person is under my feet.


As Scott read he thought to himself. They have done this before.


02/25/95
We worked him over. We all sat in the party room and he kissed our feet, massaged them and we ended up walking on and trampling him. Some of the women are getting so keyed up when they walk on him that they forget that he is a human being. They treat him like he isn’t even there.


03/05/95
Sean broke a rib; we had to call the paramedics because he couldn’t breathe. He ruined our fun for the day by getting hurt. He did however say that a file cabinet fell on him. It was easy to drag his hurting body into the file room and then topple a cabinet on him. Good thing he knows his place.



06/27/95
Sean was transfered to another department.


The sound of the intercom buzzed. Startled, Scott hurried and put the file back in its place and said, “Hello?”

“You didn’t forget about the time did you Scott?” Serena asked.

“No Ma’am, I didn’t. I’m on my way.”

Scott’s heart was pounding fast as he stood up. He turned around and… sh*t, he found himself face to face with Calista. “What are you doing in that drawer, Scott?” Calista questioned.

“Just filing, Calista,” he lied. She walked past him and bumped his shoulder with hers and said, “That’s all you better be doing.”

Scott was thinking sh*t sh*t sh*t. I don’t need any problems from her.

He left and started to make his way to Serena’s office...


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Mistress Sara

[Footslave3000]

I think she deserves to have her story in there. All I will ask if she can repost it for me if you please? I'm down on my knees begging and pleading.

[groundview]

Here's the link to the story! Read and Enjoy!

http://mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=8131&highlight=Work

[Footslave3000]

Thanks! I'm glad I knew someone would have it.

[kenrug]

That's all of it I could find. I thought there was more, but some of it was lost before she could post it.

[turbs]

That's a yes in my books for sure

[vertago]

I remember this one. a big yes from me!!!

[hhhmmm]

I can't believe two folks voted no!! WTF??? Of course, I loved the story!! And it was a yes!!

hhhmmm:)

[Atilla The Honey]

This just re-affirms what we always knew that Mistress Sara is the talented one in that twosome :D and i for one have always admire her stories with Broken Ribs No More being my favourite.

[carl58]

Welcome to work is a great story, I voted YES.
Is it OK to point out more stories for HOF? In that case I will nominate the great story from kenrug - Dry - I think you find it here http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=4424

[Footslave3000]

Don't worry about that. That story will be on my next poll.

[kenrug]

This just re-affirms what we always knew that Mistress Sara is the talented one in that twosome :D and i for one have always admire her stories with Broken Ribs No More being my favourite.
No doubt about who's more talented!

I'm glad you have a new favorite. "Ribs" was just downright cruel. ;)

[Atilla The Honey]

No doubt about who's more talented!

I'm glad you have a new favorite. "Ribs" was just downright cruel. ;)
I disagree "Ribs" was just wonderful and was recommended reading among my posse :D