SoleMann
03-10-2003, 7:46 PM
Overtime: Part 5
By: SoleMann
What a sight I must be. I'm on all fours, face pressed up against the wall, with Jamie standing on my head. She has her right foot on the top of my head, while the ball of her left foot is jammed in my eye socket. The pressure and pain is intense, yet my engorged manhood gives me the strength to go on.
Finally, I hear her say, "Got it." The pressure eases up on my eye as she slides the box forward. She removes her foot from my eye socket and rests its ball on my nose. Her toes are right over my nose and I breathe in deeply her foot scent. I open my eye to better see her foot, but my vision in it is blurred from the pressure she had been putting on it.
She then reaches over, grabs the clipboard and nonchalantly continues working. Why didn't she step off my head first? Doesn't she realize how badly I am suffering beneath her?
I was just about at my breaking point, when she says, "That's it, all done." She must have looked down then, cause she followed up with, "Jeez that doesn't look too comfortable." She then stepped back down onto my back and told me to backup.
I moved away from the wall, my neck was sore and stiff. Though I wanted to relax and let it down, I was afraid that would only cause it to hurt more.
Jamie, seeing my dilemma says, "Don't be such a baby." Then she places her right foot on the back of my head and starts to force it down. My stiffened neck fought against her foot to remain in the position it was, but it was a loosing battle. The pain she caused by doing this was more than I could imagine. She was only trying to help, but she was actually making it worse for me.
She finally pushes my head all the way down. I must admit, although it was quite painful as she did it, now, as my head hung down my neck felt better.
"Now to double check the paperwork to make sure we haven't missed anything and then we're done for the day. I might as well make my self comfortable first." With that she proceeds to sit down on my back. She places her firm little behind on the small of my back and a foot on each shoulder. This might be comfortable for her, but it forces me to endure more time beneath her weight.
I could just see her feet/toes hanging off my shoulders. With her concentrating on the paper work, now would be a good time to steal some more glances of her cute little feet. Unfortunately, my neck is still too sore and stiff from her standing on my head. All my head can do is just hang there, as I long to get another glimpse of her perfect feet.
After a few minutes she finishes up the paper work. "We got it all," she says. "Now turn around and give me a horseback ride to my shoes so I don't get my socks dirty."
I don't say a word; I just do as she tells me. Slowly I turn myself around to face back up the isle toward her shoes. My arms are tired and my knees are sore from the trip down isle. Now, as I look back up the isle, her shoes seem to be miles away. Once I'm completely turned around, I start my long journey.
"Wait a second," she says, "you can't see where you are going with your head down. I don't want you to bump me into the shelves, so lift your head up."
I struggle to get my head back up. After a short time and a lot of effort, I eventually succeed. At least in this position I can get a better view of Jamie's feet.
"Now, giddy up horsey," she playfully says.
I awkwardly move forward, my arms quivering as I go. It took all I had to try and move in a straight line, and I still wasn't doing a good job of it.
Jamie noticed this too and says, "Looks like horsey needs some reigns and blinders to keep him going in the right direction." With that, she slides her feet forward till her heels are on the edge of my shoulders. I then feel her soft socks touch against the sides of my face. Her big toe on each foot now blocks my peripheral vision.
We slowly continued down the isle with Jamie using her feet to guide me. If I would veer to one side or the other, she would use her feet to turn my head in the right direction.
We were about half way there, when I guess she got tired of holding her knees straight up. She brought her knees down and out, and the soles of her feet where against my face. She then slid her feet a little forward and rested the sides of them on my cheekbones. Now her heels where no longer on my shoulders and my head carried the full weight of her legs. This caused great pain in my already aching neck muscles and only served to increase my torment.
I now had a clear view of the toes and balls of her feet. Her feet were close enough to my nose that I could once again take in her scent. I felt a stirring in my manhood as the combination overwhelmed my senses. It was like sweet ambrosia and gave me the strength to continue.
When we finally got to her shoes, she placed her feet back on my shoulders. My neck was so wore out, that it just fell limp and hung there. I was completely exhausted, yet I still didn't want it to end. This was a once in a lifetime experience and if she had wanted me to carry her for the rest of the day, I would do my best to please her.
She then leans forward and reaches her left foot down, to try and slip it into the correct shoe. As she tries to work her foot into one shoe, the other one tumbles underneath me. I gaze into that shoe and I can see the impression left in it from her foot. I think to myself, as if talking to her shoe, now I know what it's like to be you.
She gets her shoe on, and then unknowingly places her left foot on top of my hand/fingers. She then reaches down with her right foot to get her other shoe. As she does, she applies weight to the foot now on my hand. I just watch as her lovely right foot searches around for her shoe, but it is just out of her reach.
"I can't seem to reach it," she says, "be a dear and hand me my other shoe."
With her left foot down, there is less weight on that side, but that hand is trapped under her foot. So I gather up what strength I have left, and start to move my right hand to reach her shoe. It's a constant struggle to keep my balance and to keep her weight up on my one arm. It would have been much easier on me if she had just stood up on her left foot/shoe and reached for the other one herself.
I grab her shoe and bring it forward to where she can reach it. She just sits there with her right leg hanging off my shoulder and says, "Now be a gentlemen and put it on for me."
I slowly reach forward to put her shoe on for her. Stretching forward makes it even more difficult for me to keep my balance. Twice I almost lose my balance and fall flat on my face, but eventually I reach her foot. I watch as the object of my desire slowly disappears into her shoe.
With out any warning, she slowly gets up putting all her weight on her left foot. I can feel my knuckles cracking under the pressure. Once she is up, she centers her weight on both feet, but is still standing on my left hand.
"I'll just go turn the paperwork in, and then I'm out of here for today. Make sure the door is locked after you leave," she says. "Thank you again for all your help. You sure are turning out to be quit HANDY around here." She seems to emphasize the word "HANDY" by transferring her weight back to her left foot.
"No problem, I'm happy I could help," I strain to reply.
I watch her feet, as she walks away and out the door. I just sit there too drained from the experience to move. I glance back down at my left hand and I can see a perfect outline of her shoe’s treads. At least she left me something to remember her by.
To be continued...
Part 6
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=9063
By: SoleMann
What a sight I must be. I'm on all fours, face pressed up against the wall, with Jamie standing on my head. She has her right foot on the top of my head, while the ball of her left foot is jammed in my eye socket. The pressure and pain is intense, yet my engorged manhood gives me the strength to go on.
Finally, I hear her say, "Got it." The pressure eases up on my eye as she slides the box forward. She removes her foot from my eye socket and rests its ball on my nose. Her toes are right over my nose and I breathe in deeply her foot scent. I open my eye to better see her foot, but my vision in it is blurred from the pressure she had been putting on it.
She then reaches over, grabs the clipboard and nonchalantly continues working. Why didn't she step off my head first? Doesn't she realize how badly I am suffering beneath her?
I was just about at my breaking point, when she says, "That's it, all done." She must have looked down then, cause she followed up with, "Jeez that doesn't look too comfortable." She then stepped back down onto my back and told me to backup.
I moved away from the wall, my neck was sore and stiff. Though I wanted to relax and let it down, I was afraid that would only cause it to hurt more.
Jamie, seeing my dilemma says, "Don't be such a baby." Then she places her right foot on the back of my head and starts to force it down. My stiffened neck fought against her foot to remain in the position it was, but it was a loosing battle. The pain she caused by doing this was more than I could imagine. She was only trying to help, but she was actually making it worse for me.
She finally pushes my head all the way down. I must admit, although it was quite painful as she did it, now, as my head hung down my neck felt better.
"Now to double check the paperwork to make sure we haven't missed anything and then we're done for the day. I might as well make my self comfortable first." With that she proceeds to sit down on my back. She places her firm little behind on the small of my back and a foot on each shoulder. This might be comfortable for her, but it forces me to endure more time beneath her weight.
I could just see her feet/toes hanging off my shoulders. With her concentrating on the paper work, now would be a good time to steal some more glances of her cute little feet. Unfortunately, my neck is still too sore and stiff from her standing on my head. All my head can do is just hang there, as I long to get another glimpse of her perfect feet.
After a few minutes she finishes up the paper work. "We got it all," she says. "Now turn around and give me a horseback ride to my shoes so I don't get my socks dirty."
I don't say a word; I just do as she tells me. Slowly I turn myself around to face back up the isle toward her shoes. My arms are tired and my knees are sore from the trip down isle. Now, as I look back up the isle, her shoes seem to be miles away. Once I'm completely turned around, I start my long journey.
"Wait a second," she says, "you can't see where you are going with your head down. I don't want you to bump me into the shelves, so lift your head up."
I struggle to get my head back up. After a short time and a lot of effort, I eventually succeed. At least in this position I can get a better view of Jamie's feet.
"Now, giddy up horsey," she playfully says.
I awkwardly move forward, my arms quivering as I go. It took all I had to try and move in a straight line, and I still wasn't doing a good job of it.
Jamie noticed this too and says, "Looks like horsey needs some reigns and blinders to keep him going in the right direction." With that, she slides her feet forward till her heels are on the edge of my shoulders. I then feel her soft socks touch against the sides of my face. Her big toe on each foot now blocks my peripheral vision.
We slowly continued down the isle with Jamie using her feet to guide me. If I would veer to one side or the other, she would use her feet to turn my head in the right direction.
We were about half way there, when I guess she got tired of holding her knees straight up. She brought her knees down and out, and the soles of her feet where against my face. She then slid her feet a little forward and rested the sides of them on my cheekbones. Now her heels where no longer on my shoulders and my head carried the full weight of her legs. This caused great pain in my already aching neck muscles and only served to increase my torment.
I now had a clear view of the toes and balls of her feet. Her feet were close enough to my nose that I could once again take in her scent. I felt a stirring in my manhood as the combination overwhelmed my senses. It was like sweet ambrosia and gave me the strength to continue.
When we finally got to her shoes, she placed her feet back on my shoulders. My neck was so wore out, that it just fell limp and hung there. I was completely exhausted, yet I still didn't want it to end. This was a once in a lifetime experience and if she had wanted me to carry her for the rest of the day, I would do my best to please her.
She then leans forward and reaches her left foot down, to try and slip it into the correct shoe. As she tries to work her foot into one shoe, the other one tumbles underneath me. I gaze into that shoe and I can see the impression left in it from her foot. I think to myself, as if talking to her shoe, now I know what it's like to be you.
She gets her shoe on, and then unknowingly places her left foot on top of my hand/fingers. She then reaches down with her right foot to get her other shoe. As she does, she applies weight to the foot now on my hand. I just watch as her lovely right foot searches around for her shoe, but it is just out of her reach.
"I can't seem to reach it," she says, "be a dear and hand me my other shoe."
With her left foot down, there is less weight on that side, but that hand is trapped under her foot. So I gather up what strength I have left, and start to move my right hand to reach her shoe. It's a constant struggle to keep my balance and to keep her weight up on my one arm. It would have been much easier on me if she had just stood up on her left foot/shoe and reached for the other one herself.
I grab her shoe and bring it forward to where she can reach it. She just sits there with her right leg hanging off my shoulder and says, "Now be a gentlemen and put it on for me."
I slowly reach forward to put her shoe on for her. Stretching forward makes it even more difficult for me to keep my balance. Twice I almost lose my balance and fall flat on my face, but eventually I reach her foot. I watch as the object of my desire slowly disappears into her shoe.
With out any warning, she slowly gets up putting all her weight on her left foot. I can feel my knuckles cracking under the pressure. Once she is up, she centers her weight on both feet, but is still standing on my left hand.
"I'll just go turn the paperwork in, and then I'm out of here for today. Make sure the door is locked after you leave," she says. "Thank you again for all your help. You sure are turning out to be quit HANDY around here." She seems to emphasize the word "HANDY" by transferring her weight back to her left foot.
"No problem, I'm happy I could help," I strain to reply.
I watch her feet, as she walks away and out the door. I just sit there too drained from the experience to move. I glance back down at my left hand and I can see a perfect outline of her shoe’s treads. At least she left me something to remember her by.
To be continued...
Part 6
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=9063