Underfoot was my World

I know that my name is usually associated with the animal trample scene. While its an honor to be thought of in that respect. However, I do enjoy and engage in getting under my wife's feet from time to time. That's what this post is all about.

Yesterday, my wife was in the mood to put a hurtin' on me. She usually gets that way when I do something extra nice around the house. My reward so to speak. Nice reward too. :) Anyhow, I put an arched brick border around her flower bed yesterday morning when I got off work. Three hours and a lot of hard labor made her very happy. She loved her new flower bed.

When I got finished with the flower bed, I hopped in the shower. When I got out, I found that my wife had drug my platform out of the closet. I've described my platform before. But for those of you who haven't heard me talk about it. Its simply a table I built. Its seven inches tall with a hole cut in its top for my face to protrude through. I secured a white terry cloth towel to the top for my wife's comfort and so she could dry her feet. They have a tendency to get sweaty when she tramples me. I made the table very durable and sturdy. It has to be with my wife's two hundred plus pounds walking around on it. On either side of the table, I've installed one half of a set of Smith & Wesson hand cuffs.

As I entered the bedroom, my wife ordered me to the floor. Needless to say, I had not a reason for protest or argument. So I got right down and put my head under the table. I noted also that she was wearing her rubber soled house shoes. I knew I was in for it! When ever my wife wears those shoes, she plans on really giving me and herself a work out. She doesn't like to do any real heavy duty face trampling barefoot anymore. She says my teeth hurt her feet. As a matter of fact, she got a small laceration on her right foot about three or four months ago. I went without my face getting pounded for about a month following that event.

As she began by stepping onto my face I closed my eyes and smiled. Then about a minute later, I wasn't smiling anymore! If you have never been under a soft rubber soled house shoe, let me describe a little what it feels like. When two hundred pounds are applied to your skin under that kind of rubber, the traction is unbelievable! My skin gets pulled, twisted and occasionally burned. It hurts like hell! But there I was, trapped. My face getting one of the most cruel and heartless tramples I've ever gotten! All the while, my wife's feet feel just wonderful. She says the house shoes proved wonderful protection for them. And as she knows I like the pain and torment, she decided to give it to me good!

I suppose I was able to tolerate the incredible pain for about ten minutes before I'd had enough. But when I was able to get a few words out from beneath her feet, she just told me to shut up and take it like a man! After another five minutes of her shuffling, trampling and standing one legged on my face, I was begging her to get off. She just ignored my pleas. Then in the most authoritative voice I could muster, I ordered her to get off. That was a mistake!

One does not give orders or make demands when one is in no position to do such. As I soon learned. My wife promptly centered the ball of her right foot on my nose. Then she rose to her tip toes! You cannot imagine the incredible pain and anguish that wrought! My nose was smashed flat against my face! Then she just stood there. On one leg, tip toe on my nose under her two hundred and seven pounds. I was in mortal agony! I immediately began begging her to get off. But my words went unheeded. As I was looking up at her past her heel which hovered over and between my eyes. She was puffing her cigarette, obviously unconcerned. The seconds went by. Then the seconds turned to minutes. I started balling! I was starting to see white flashes from the pain. Then as five minutes went by, she finally spoke. "Are you ever going to order me again?" "No." I barely managed. Then with her foot unmoving, she said, "I didn't hear you!" By now, the pain was radiating through my entire head and heading down my neck to invade my body. You can't believe how much agony I was in. I was paralyzed with the pain. But gathering all of my strength, I shouted, "no ma'am, I will never order you again!" After I got that out, she relented and lowered her heel to my forehead. Then without another word, the trampling resumed.

For another twenty or so minutes she walked on my face. She was balancing herself with her hands on the wall. And she planted her feet side by side on my face and began kneading. She slowly trod my face in place like she was crushing grapes. While I was very happy to have all of that pressure off my nose. As my face was still stinging from the trampling before, it didn't take too long before I wanted her off again. But unlike before, there was no way I was going to open my mouth again. But the pain was becoming so intense, I started sobbing. Then as a few minutes went by, my sobs became crying. As ten minutes rolled on, I was beside myself with mortal suffering. My crying had reduced to animal like bleats. But that didn't phase her in the least.

Over and over again, her cruel soles lifted off then mashed back onto my face. The visage I beheld as one her feet rose was the ridged blue sole of her house shoe. As I looked at the sole, the other foot was crushing my lips and threatening to break my jaw. Then the sole over my eyes would come to block my vision then press my eyes into white infernos and mash my abused nose. The only reprieve was that my jaw and lips got a second to rest before they were again mashed under two hundred and seven pounds of cruel weight. In this fashion, on it went. Each time she picked up her foot, my skin was sticking to the rubber sole of the house shoe. As they lifted away, there was a soft tearing sound. I was in Hell.

It wasn't long before time had lost any meaning for me. My whole world had become her cruel trampling soles. No longer was I worried about the daily routines and hassles of life. The cruel soles had taken me away from everything. I was the property of those feet which counted me as nothing more than the ground they walked on. As I lay there in total agony and disregard for all that is sane. I found myself moving into rapture. Painful though it was, I was lost to the primal urges of my being in response to the reduction of my world. I had become the ground under those cruel feet. And it was wonderful!

As my wife's stamina is finite, she finally tired out and stepped off my face. She looked down at me and said, "cool down period big boy." I was still so lost in rapture that her words fell past me like some fleeting dream. Like in response to a dream, I just smiled up at her. Then she was taking her house shoes off. I watched her as she removed them one after the other and threw them out of my field of vision. I absently wondered why'd she done that. Then her warm bare foot came to rest on my face.

Momentarily, the other foot came to rest beside the first one. Her feet finally came to rest diagonally across my face. Her heels were planted right over and next to my right eye and the balls of her feet covered my chin to left cheek. It was incredible! As the seconds passed, my rapture became euphoria!

As her soles were pressing onto my face, they began to move slightly. In the state I was in I really didn't care. But somewhere in the far reaches of reality, I realized she was squatting down. Then there was a gentle caress on my enlarged penis. As she gently stroked my shaft, her feet became God. I laid there completely attuned to every subtle movement they made on my face. I worshiped those incredible soles. I lusted for the soles to press harder. I wished for the soles to remain there forever. To forever keep me under their brutal caress.

Needles to say, it didn't take me long. If you know what I mean. After which, my wife got off my face and looked at me and smiled. "How was that?" She said. All I could do was nod. Then I must have gone right to sleep. I was awakened by my wife telling me it was time for work. As I rose, I realized I was still on the floor and my head under the platform. The only thing different was my wife had tossed a blanket over me during the day.

My wife trampled my face from twelve thirty through one fifteen in the afternoon. As I'm writing this story, it is about six in the morning of the next day. And my face is still slightly red! I can still feel her feet too! You know, I just can't imagine going through life without getting trampled. Can you?

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