SoleMann
03-08-2003, 8:42 AM
Overtime: Part 4
By: SoleMann
I did as she told me, turned around and got back down on all fours. I was trembling a little, not from lack of a rest, but in anticipation of what was about to happen.
"I don't want to leave dirty foot prints all over your clean shirt, so I'll just take my shoes off first," she said. She then slipped her shoe off and placed her right foot on my back.
"Ready or not, here I go." With that she put her weight on her right foot, lifted up, slipped her other shoe off, and placed her left foot on my back. Although I now couldn't see them at all, I could feel the warmth and moistness of her sock-covered feet on my back and my manhood sprang to life once again.
She moved down on my back and placed her left foot on my but and right foot on the small of my back. As she continued working, she slowly moved her way up my back. She was now standing with her left foot on the bottom of my shoulder blades and her right foot heel on my upper left shoulder. Almost half her right foot was in midair between my head and shoulder. I could just see her cute little foot out of my peripheral vision.
By now I could tell by the shifts in her weight, when she was leaning forward to count and when she was writing things down. It was driving me crazy that I couldn't get a clear view of her foot. I figured if her eyes where busy counting, she couldn't see me. So the next time she leaned forward, I took a risk and turn my head to the left. With my head down and turned, I looked up and got a perfect view of the sole/toes of her foot. I was even closer to her foot than last weekend and my heart started racing. I could feel her weight shift again, so I turned my head and looked back down at the ground.
I then got an idea and lifted my head even with my back. The next time she leaned forward, I went for it. I quickly turned my head to the left, and put my chin to my shoulder. As I'd hoped, my nose was now right under her foot/toes. I slowly breathed in deeply, taking in as much of her scent as I could. Her foot was still damp and sweaty from recently coming out of her shoe and there was a pungent aroma from it. I was so excited; that my manhood now felt like it was trying to force it's way free of the confinements my pants. Her weight shifted and I quickly put my head down.
I continued back and forth this way, keeping track of her every movement. When she had reached as far as she could she said, "This sections done, onto the next." She then moved back down to my but area and I waited for her to step off.
"What are you waiting for?" she said, "We'll waste time if I have to keep climbing up and down. Now move forward and I'll tell you when to stop."
While she used the shelf-unit to steady herself, I slowly moved forward. When she had been on my shoulders, I had to lock my elbows to keep myself up. Now that she was farther back, it wasn't as hard to support her weight.
"OK, just a little farther, perfect, stop here." She said and started her work again. Once she got back onto my shoulders like before; I started MY routine again.
After a couple of minutes it was time to move forward again. This time instead of moving all the way down to my but area, she stood with her right foot on my shoulder blades and her left foot on the small of my back.
"This feels better, I'm a little more stable here. Now mush," she said playfully as she tapped me on my but with her left foot.
What felt better for her, was murder for me. Her weight was now more on my arms and I struggled to move forward. At least when she was sitting on my back I got a break while I moved forward. Now I had to support almost all her weight on my arms while I moved. The pressure, now on the small of my back, was no picnic either, as I strained to keep my back straight.
When we got to the next section, she tapped me on the but again and told me to stop. We continued working our way down the isle this way. I would try to get my face as close to her foot every chance I could get. Eventually, she stopped "telling" me to move forward. She would position herself on the center of my back and just tap my but with her foot signaling me when to go or stop.
Once we got to the end of the isle, I could feel the top of my head just graze the wall, as I would move it into position to get close to her foot. We where at the end of our job and my ordeal was almost over. Although my whole body ached, I wouldn't have traded this day for the world.
"Oh crap!" she says, as she suddenly looks down at me. My face is still buried in her foot as our eyes meet. Oh crap indeed, I think to myself, there's no way to explain this.
"Enjoying the view?" she says sarcastically as she playfully wiggles her toes in my face. She must have assumed that I just turned my head when I heard her call out, because she just continued talking like nothing was up.
"There's a box pushed all the way to the back and I can't read the part number on it." She says, "Hold your head out straight so I can rest my foot there for balance, as I try to reach it."
I turn my head to face the floor and bring it up level with my shoulders. She then slides her left foot forward more and rests her right foot on the back of my head. The pressure isn't that much and normally wouldn't be a problem, but my neck was already sore from all the straining I had been doing earlier to get to her foot.
"Darn, I still can reach it," she says with her foot still resting on my head. "You're going to have to move up more."
"Move up more?" I reply with a strain in my voice. "My head is already up against the wall."
"I got an idea." She moves her foot from the back of my head and continues. "Put your head as far up and back as you can. Then turn your face toward the shelf. Now you can move forward more."
I do as she suggests and to my surprise, I do have more room to move forward. I go until the right side of my face is pressed up tight against the wall. She tries again, but still can't reach.
"Well, I can't go any farther forward, so how about up? Don't move a muscle." With that, she places her right foot on the top of my head, shifts her weight to it, and UP she goes.
OMG, the pressure on my neck is almost unbearable. It feels likes it will be pulled from my shoulders at any second. As she moves around on my head I can feel the bones in my neck grinding against each other from her weight.
I feel something brush up against my left cheek. She has brought her left foot up against my face for balance. I watch her foot as she slowly slides it across the front of my face till her big toe bumps up against the side of my nose.
I then feel her weight shift forward to reach the box. Suddenly the ball of her left foot jams into my eye socket. I close my eye just in time as she starts to apply pressure to aid in her forward motion. The more she strains to reach the box, the more she pushes into my eye socket.
To be continued...
Part 5
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=8853
By: SoleMann
I did as she told me, turned around and got back down on all fours. I was trembling a little, not from lack of a rest, but in anticipation of what was about to happen.
"I don't want to leave dirty foot prints all over your clean shirt, so I'll just take my shoes off first," she said. She then slipped her shoe off and placed her right foot on my back.
"Ready or not, here I go." With that she put her weight on her right foot, lifted up, slipped her other shoe off, and placed her left foot on my back. Although I now couldn't see them at all, I could feel the warmth and moistness of her sock-covered feet on my back and my manhood sprang to life once again.
She moved down on my back and placed her left foot on my but and right foot on the small of my back. As she continued working, she slowly moved her way up my back. She was now standing with her left foot on the bottom of my shoulder blades and her right foot heel on my upper left shoulder. Almost half her right foot was in midair between my head and shoulder. I could just see her cute little foot out of my peripheral vision.
By now I could tell by the shifts in her weight, when she was leaning forward to count and when she was writing things down. It was driving me crazy that I couldn't get a clear view of her foot. I figured if her eyes where busy counting, she couldn't see me. So the next time she leaned forward, I took a risk and turn my head to the left. With my head down and turned, I looked up and got a perfect view of the sole/toes of her foot. I was even closer to her foot than last weekend and my heart started racing. I could feel her weight shift again, so I turned my head and looked back down at the ground.
I then got an idea and lifted my head even with my back. The next time she leaned forward, I went for it. I quickly turned my head to the left, and put my chin to my shoulder. As I'd hoped, my nose was now right under her foot/toes. I slowly breathed in deeply, taking in as much of her scent as I could. Her foot was still damp and sweaty from recently coming out of her shoe and there was a pungent aroma from it. I was so excited; that my manhood now felt like it was trying to force it's way free of the confinements my pants. Her weight shifted and I quickly put my head down.
I continued back and forth this way, keeping track of her every movement. When she had reached as far as she could she said, "This sections done, onto the next." She then moved back down to my but area and I waited for her to step off.
"What are you waiting for?" she said, "We'll waste time if I have to keep climbing up and down. Now move forward and I'll tell you when to stop."
While she used the shelf-unit to steady herself, I slowly moved forward. When she had been on my shoulders, I had to lock my elbows to keep myself up. Now that she was farther back, it wasn't as hard to support her weight.
"OK, just a little farther, perfect, stop here." She said and started her work again. Once she got back onto my shoulders like before; I started MY routine again.
After a couple of minutes it was time to move forward again. This time instead of moving all the way down to my but area, she stood with her right foot on my shoulder blades and her left foot on the small of my back.
"This feels better, I'm a little more stable here. Now mush," she said playfully as she tapped me on my but with her left foot.
What felt better for her, was murder for me. Her weight was now more on my arms and I struggled to move forward. At least when she was sitting on my back I got a break while I moved forward. Now I had to support almost all her weight on my arms while I moved. The pressure, now on the small of my back, was no picnic either, as I strained to keep my back straight.
When we got to the next section, she tapped me on the but again and told me to stop. We continued working our way down the isle this way. I would try to get my face as close to her foot every chance I could get. Eventually, she stopped "telling" me to move forward. She would position herself on the center of my back and just tap my but with her foot signaling me when to go or stop.
Once we got to the end of the isle, I could feel the top of my head just graze the wall, as I would move it into position to get close to her foot. We where at the end of our job and my ordeal was almost over. Although my whole body ached, I wouldn't have traded this day for the world.
"Oh crap!" she says, as she suddenly looks down at me. My face is still buried in her foot as our eyes meet. Oh crap indeed, I think to myself, there's no way to explain this.
"Enjoying the view?" she says sarcastically as she playfully wiggles her toes in my face. She must have assumed that I just turned my head when I heard her call out, because she just continued talking like nothing was up.
"There's a box pushed all the way to the back and I can't read the part number on it." She says, "Hold your head out straight so I can rest my foot there for balance, as I try to reach it."
I turn my head to face the floor and bring it up level with my shoulders. She then slides her left foot forward more and rests her right foot on the back of my head. The pressure isn't that much and normally wouldn't be a problem, but my neck was already sore from all the straining I had been doing earlier to get to her foot.
"Darn, I still can reach it," she says with her foot still resting on my head. "You're going to have to move up more."
"Move up more?" I reply with a strain in my voice. "My head is already up against the wall."
"I got an idea." She moves her foot from the back of my head and continues. "Put your head as far up and back as you can. Then turn your face toward the shelf. Now you can move forward more."
I do as she suggests and to my surprise, I do have more room to move forward. I go until the right side of my face is pressed up tight against the wall. She tries again, but still can't reach.
"Well, I can't go any farther forward, so how about up? Don't move a muscle." With that, she places her right foot on the top of my head, shifts her weight to it, and UP she goes.
OMG, the pressure on my neck is almost unbearable. It feels likes it will be pulled from my shoulders at any second. As she moves around on my head I can feel the bones in my neck grinding against each other from her weight.
I feel something brush up against my left cheek. She has brought her left foot up against my face for balance. I watch her foot as she slowly slides it across the front of my face till her big toe bumps up against the side of my nose.
I then feel her weight shift forward to reach the box. Suddenly the ball of her left foot jams into my eye socket. I close my eye just in time as she starts to apply pressure to aid in her forward motion. The more she strains to reach the box, the more she pushes into my eye socket.
To be continued...
Part 5
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=8853