THE SOLE ABOVE ME
by
Christopher Denton
Jennifer and Chris were a very happily married couple,
compatible in every way they truly complimented each other in all facets
of their lives. One was always there for the other when needed and
things couldn't have been better. One of the things that made their
relationship work so well was a commitment to being open minded and
open to trying new experiences. One day they were watching a movie on
T.V. which included a scene with a woman dominating a man, and after
it was over, they both discussed and felt it would be fun to try it out and
see how they liked it.
They slowly ventured into this new uncharted sexual arena, and
after a few weeks of experimentation it became apparent that Jennifer
was the natural dominant/Chris the submissive. and the other thing that
also became clear was that she had a sadistic streak to match Chris's
masochistic streak, but it all centered around her feet. She absolutely
adored having Chris under her feet and literally felt ecstatic whenever
she was standing on him. he, in turn, had an almost overwhelming
desire to be trampled mercilessly by her, whatever the reason, so then
again-they fit each other like a glove.
A typical day (weekend) would have Chris waking up bound
and gagged (having spent the night that way) with Jennifer's lovely feet
planted firmly in his face. If she was feeling particularly sadistic she
would keep him tied up the whole weekend, only offering him release
(both literal and sexual) on Sunday night. She loved to wake up with his
face under her feet and the best way she could think of to start the
morning was with a walk-on his face naturally!! She would slowly
stretch and grind her feet into him. Then she would stand upon the bed,
slowly parade around his helpless body and then, without warning,
would step upon his chest and officially start the weekend!!!Usually she
would spend around 30 minutes on his face in the morning (she thought
of it as her aerobic wakeup) constantly mashing and grinding her feet
into his face, pausing only occasionally to stomp upon his balls just to
watch him squirm in pain and here his cries and pleas for mercy (which
she had none-the truth be told). Every agonizing movement he made,
every tortuous cry he let out only served to turn her on all the more,
thereby increasing his torment instead of having it abated. Chris, on the
other hand, would also get more and more aroused by her inability to
stop herself from her hurting him. Finally she would end this morning
ritual by jumping up in the air to land with both feet firmly on his balls,
sort of an exclamation mark to all the "talking" her feet had done, the
other effect this had was producing the first orgasm of the day for
Jennifer.
The next "step" for Jennifer that morning was to kick Chris off
the bed and have him scrunch his way into the bathtub, where she would
take a leisurely shower using him for her own personal shower-mat.
during these showers she would make sure to stand on his face for
extended periods of time, making it difficult to breathe, to re-enforce her
position of ownership of him, to remind him that he was nothing more
than her property to do with as she pleases. After showering, she would
dry off (standing on Chris of course) and then use his body as her her
dressing platform while she decided what to wear for the day. This
Saturday she decided to wear some medium black pantyhose with
reinforced toes and heels (these were one of Chris's favorite styles!) some
Guess jeans, a cutoff top (no bra), and a pair of well worn black leather
flats with a hard leather sole. Before putting these shoes on she untied
Chris's legs and spread them apart, retying them each to a bedpost so
that they were spread out, leaving his genitals at her mercy (or lack
thereof). She then placed his balls in her shoe-at the heel-and proceeded
to use his scrotum sack as a shoe horn. As her foot slid into the shoe, his
balls were trapped underneath her heel, and as she slammed her foot into
the shoe she transferred all her weight to that foot. There could be only
one outcome, his balls were crushed savagely under her heel-trapped
within the tight painful confines of her shoe. She ground and twisted her
foot cruelly as she listened to his cries of pain, giggling and saying that
this would never do because she couldn't walk well with this shoe horn
stuck under her foot.
She then released his balls from their compression chamber and
put both her shoes back on, only to stand on his balls and crush them
under the hard soles of her flats. She told him she was feeling in an
especially cruel mood that weekend (all the while still on his balls) and
that he would suffer as he never had before under her feet. She asked
him if he thought he was up to it and he replied ( as best he could
considering the circumstances) that he would spend the rest of his life
under her feet if it were possible, and suffer any and all pain just for that
honor. She smiled down at him and said that was what she wanted to
hear, and that she would insure that this would be the best weekend of
his life-one he would not soon forget.
She untied his legs from the bedposts and then tied them
together with some rope, leaving about a foot of slack so that he could
shuffle around to wherever she decided he should be. She then led him
into the kitchen where she tied him bent over backwards with his head
firmly secured face up on a chair at the kitchen table. She then made
herself some breakfast, put it on the placemat in front of his chair and
then slowly lowered herself onto his face reminding him not to let his
tongue lag from his duties or she might have to suffocate him while he
was tied under her. His tongue literally leapt to work, lapping away at
her folds and playing with her clitoris, and all through the meal. she was
constantly being stimulated. He worked hard to ensure she would only
feel pleasure, and then when she started grinding away on his face, he
knew that she was done with her meal and was ready for her dessert.
When she finally came it was in waves and she relaxed against his face,
resting her full weight upon it, momentarily sending him into a panic,
thinking she would forget he needed air, but she suddenly got up, and
told him that she didn't want him to pass out as she had plans for him.
Untied form the chair, he was commanded to crawl into the
living room where he was again retied into the footstool position. This
consisted of his ankles tied together, then his knees, then his wrists and
finally his elbows. In and of itself this position is painful enough, but
then he was bent over as far as he would go and his wrists were then
lashed to his ankles, putting him into severe discomfort. He was placed
facing the sofa and then his balls were tied (tightly) and put on a leash so
they could be played with at Jennifers leisure with a minimum of effort
on her part. Bent back as he was he could not see her, but could
definitely feel her shoes on him, using him as her furniture as she
watched her morning shows. She was indifferent to his presence during
the programs, but during the commercials she would amuse herself by
tugging on his balls, kicking them, stomping down upon them, or even
walking on him and practicing her balancing. All the while she would
avoid contact with his face, which is what she knew he wanted more
than anything else.
After her shows were over she retied him like a mummy, head
to toe, and then put her exercise tape in the VCR and proceeded to use
him as her step in her aerobics workout. She didn't really work out very
hard, mostly just concentrating on stepping down on him with her full
weight, and grinding down on him with the soles of her shoes. She was
merciless in her trampling and stepped everywhere upon his body,
spending about half the time on his face and genitals combined.
Throughout all of this Chris was extremely aroused, but the way his balls
were tied and pulled away form his body made it impossible to get and
relief and his frustration was growing by the second. Here was the
woman he loved above all others, trampling all over him, getting him
worked up beyond belief, and he was helpless to do anything about it. he
was totally at her mercy and under her control.
When she was done with her "workout" she she stood on his
chest looking down at him and told him he was a good step and would
now get a reward. Chris got his hopes up at this remark, thinking she
was going to allow him some relief, he looked up into her eyes and saw
her smile cruelly as she slowly raised her left foot and let him gaze up at
the bottom of her shoe, she then slammed it down on his face, driving
her weight onto it as she felt the contact with his face occur. Chris saw
stars and it felt like his whole head had been crushed like a grape. His
senses returned just in time for him to see her raise her foot again only to
slam in down into his face again... and again and again. Jennifer was
always amazed and aroused by this show of her complete dominance
over Chris, the fact that his love for her was so total that he would suffer
anything for her-any bizarre, cruel and/or sadistic thing her mind could
conceive-he would beg her to do it to him.
Seeing Jennifer turned on like this, Chris became even more
aroused and thought about how her complete dominance over him, and
the fact that she got so aroused by it turned him on even more, the fact
that she would be willing to let her inhibitions go with him and act out
her wildest fantasies made him love her all the more. He was shaken
from his reverie by the sound of her voice telling him to beg her to stomp
his face and grind it into the carpet. he did so, with vigor, and he looked
up into her face to see her glowing with desire and slam her shoe down
into his face and start grinding it with all her weight behind it. The pain
was terrible for him but he loved every second of it and heard her asking
him (grinding on every syllable) if he was as turned on as she was.
Unable to answer she must have sensed his feelings from his body
because Jennifer then dropped down onto his face and rode him to yet
another orgasm, collapsing in a heap on top of him when she was
satiated.
Shaken with desire, and still warm from her last orgasm,
Jennifer decide she wanted to have Chris under her feet all the time,
24hrs a day, under her total control. She got up and went over to the
book she found in the used bookstore last week, and started incanting
from deep with its pages. Chris had no idea what was going on, but was
too exhausted to even ask her what she was doing. The incantation went
on for about 5 minutes and then Jennifer sprinkled some powder on
Chris and sat down on the sofa and stared at him.
Nothing happened.
At least, that was what Chris thought at first, but suddenly he
noticed his bonds becoming looser and saw Jennifer's eyes light up, and
then there was a flash of intensely bright light and everything went black
for him.
The first thing Chris felt was a headache which roused him
from his state of semi-conciousness he then took stock of the situation,
the last thing he remembered was the flash of light......he looked around
him and suddenly his whole world was turned upside down!!!!
Somehow, unbelievably, he had been shrunken down to a size of about 5
or 6 inches!!!! He looked over at Jennifer and she was beaming at him-
overcome with joy. he heard her voice call out to him commandingly-
ordering him over to her feet. Her feet! God, but they were huge in
comparison to his body, she could easily cover him with the sole of her
foot, and remembering how she had said she was in a cruel mood, he
inwardly shivered at what he thought was to come.
He arrived at her feet and she told him about finding the book
and trying the spell, and how in her wildest dreams she never thought it
would actually happen, but here he was, just the perfect size to be under
her feet permanently. That word, permanent, sent a shiver down Chris's
spine and he yelled up to her what she meant. She just smiled and said-
why this you little man-and raised her shoe up over him, knocked him
flat on his back with the toe, and placed her sole completely over his
body!! Chris was scared and thought about how she could stomp his life
out here under her shoes without any effort, he was so concerned by
these thoughts, that he didn't realize that she was talking to him and only
became aware when she pressed down a little harder and said-hey, are
you listening to me!. She repeated that the spell was supposed to give his
body incredible resiliency and, theoretically, she should be able to stomp
down on him or stand on him completely, and other than putting him in
immense pain, he would be ok. The only way to find out, however, was
to actually do it, and she wanted to know what he thought about that, but
reminded him that if he couldn't be her human shoe insole, he really
wasn't much good to her that size. Chris's mind was working overtime
and he came to the conclusion that if he said no, things would only be
worse for him and it would happen eventually anyway, so he said for her
to do it, told her that he loved her, and saw his life flash before his eyes
as she started to stand up-began to crush him beneath her hard leather
soles. The pressure was unyielding, and everytime Chris thought it was
done, it came down even more intensely. Surely, he thought, now is
when I will burst like a balloon and it will be over with. but he never did.
he felt his body compress and finally flatten out a bit, and felt as though
he were to pop, but he was able to take it. When Jennifer finally stepped
off of him he saw her ecstatic as she rushed into the bedroom, leaving
him to recover from the ordeal.
He felt more than heard her come back, as each of her footsteps
felt like an earthquake to him. he looked way up and saw that her arms
were full of her shoe collection, as she dumped them down about him
and ran back to the bedroom for more. he dodged the falling shoes, but
ended up getting trapped on the bounce by her ballerina flats, as the left
one flopped over and covered him up. He struggled to push the shoe off
of him and it seemed as though it would never budge, but he finally was
able to free himself. he wondered about his strength. It seemed as though
his body could take incomprehensible amounts of damage, but he was
proportionally weaker to his new found stature.
Jennifer finished bringing in her shoes and told him that she
wanted to play a game. She took off the flats she was wearing and spread
all of the shoes about the living room and told him that she was going to
close her eyes and count to 25, slowly. During that time he must hide
himself in one of her shoes, and then she would try on 5 out of the 50 or
60 pairs that were scattered about. They would keep score of how many
times he was safely hidden and how many times she found him
"underfoot". Seeing as how he would be able to survive this, as
evidenced by the practice run before, Chris started to get into the idea of
being this small and under her feet, as it was a fantasy they had
discussed quite often.
Jennifer closed her eyes and began the slow count. Chris looked
around, but from his vantage point couldn't see enough of the room, so
tried to out think her. he reasoned that she wouldn't try the pair she had
just taken off, so he ran to the right one and scrunched himself up in the
toe just as she reached 18 on her count. She reached 25 with the
excitement of a schoolgirl and was off to find him. She was into the
game and was giving Chris a voice over of her actions. She first tried the
ballerina flats but struck out there, and then tried the green lizard-skin
pumps he had bought her at the Wild Pair, but again came up empty.
During all this Chris was becoming more and more aroused, especially
as he was surrounded by the warmth of her recently worn shoes, filled
with the musty aroma of her feet, which always turned him on. he was so
into the idea of being squashed under her feet in these shoes that he
didn't notice her trying them on until she started to worm her toes into
the shoe he was in.
Aha! She announced that as she had found him she could keep
him in the shoes as long as she wished, and kept forcing her foot into the
shoe. Chris found himself getting pushed into a ball at the toe, and she
started gripping him with her stockinged foot and working him
underneath it until she got her foot all the way in and had him as she
wanted-a human insole for her shoe! Jennifer raised that shoe in the air
to take a step forward and Chris could feel the pre-cum leaking out in
anticipation of what was to come. He felt the change in position as her
shoe started it's downward motion, and came at the exact moment her
whole weight came down atop him. Jennifer walked around with him
like that for about 5 minutes, reveling in the fact that he was being
completely crushed under her foot time and time again, and there was
nothing he could, or would want to, do about it!!!
Needless to say Chris was getting quite worked over, and by the
time they were done with this little game (Jennifer won 10-6 she knew
him well after all) he was given a break as Jennifer had him lick the
soles of her feet while she relaxed back on the couch. When she was
satiated, she picked him up in her hand and put him in her shoe next to
her on the couch so that they could talk. As they discussed their mutual
enjoyment of the situation, Chris lamented on not being able to have sex
with her-she advised him that her was still the right size, it would just
take all of him now instead of just part of him. As Chris grasped this
idea he got turned on again and she took note of his excitement, but
reminded him that she was in control and would decide when, and if,
such an activity were to take place. The only other problem Chris had
was that he was the primary breadwinner in the house and what was to
happen now? She smiled slyly and told him that it was a simple as
another spell to change him back and forth, and it could be done anytime
she wanted, but only after he had submitted to her completely, that was
part of the spells power-drawn from his submission to her.
Chris literally jumped for joy at this and suggested a new game
for them to play. She would seal off an area of the living room and he
would have to remain in this area, and then she would stomp around
inside it with and without shoes on and try to step on him, within a five
minute time limit. Jennifer readily agreed, and as getting stomped on
was Chris's favorite activity in their footplay, she was able to win 10-0.
She happily accused him of throwing the match, and he readily agreed,
but told her there was no way he could resist when he looked up and saw
her towering over him, foot/shoe raised to stomp him, he just had to lay
down and let her get him.
Jennifer told him that if he liked that so much he would love her
next idea, at which she took off her hose, dropped him in the left leg and
put them back on again, so that he was trapped under the sole of her foot
and the bottom of her pantyhose. She then told him that she needed to do
the grocery shopping and was going to make sure that he would go with
her this time, then slipped on her flats and crushed him flat on her way
to the car.
Jennifer orgasmed twice during the shopping trip and got some
funny looks from the other patrons, but didn't care. When she got back
home, her left foot felt so good from the unintentional massage Chris's
body had given her, she was about to put him into the right one when she
saw what a sorry state he was in and decided to let him rest for awhile.
After all, it wouldn't do to wear him out so early into the weekend. She
had big plans for him, so she put him into her shoe and told him to sleep
for awhile. She then slipped her hose over the shoe, so Chris was trapped
in her aroma and sat back to watch T.V. with her little man safely by her
side.
*************End of part one------more to follow***********
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